expert.

I was walking up the tremendous hill (slight slope) towards Dallas Hall when I heard someone yelling my name. Fearing insanity, I was relieved when I saw my friend flagging me down near the fountain. We were catching up on summer, travel and television when she hit me with the question of "Where do you want to go to grad school?" I was stunned.

1.) I am a sophomore. Am I supposed to stay awake at night agonizing over something that is literally years away from me?
2.) Most people haven't chosen their major yet. Pretty sure that's a pre-rec for grad school.
3.) What is this push into becoming an expert?

The last thing I ever want to be labeled as is an "expert." To me the process of becoming a specialist includes the act of ignoring a vast amount of information not directly related to your expertise. I enjoy learning about other things too much to focus on one thing. According to Morgenthau, man is to be a composite:

"A man who was nothing but a "political man" would be a beast, for he would be completely lacking in moral restraints. A man who was nothing but "moral man" would be a fool, for he would be completely lacking in prudence. A man who was nothing but" religious man" would be a saint, for he would be completely lacking in worldly desires."

There is simply too much in this world to learn from to sit in a library all day and read the same words rearranged into different sentences. Advanced education is great, but ignoring our environment is a gross misuse of information. Some of the most valuable lessons I've acquired didn't come from a lecture hall. The most formidable teachers are cashiers, the homeless, and bus drivers. Education lies in the off chance you'll take time to listen and learn from them.