But change is.<\/p>\n
For all of you not knowing what to do “From here,” listen to Rush and remember that there’s always change.<\/p>\n
It’s well established that I want to be a pastry chef. No question about that (except maybe a little nagging part of me that says “Oh no! You might not like it!” and the other 99% of me telling it to shut up and that it’s just being paranoid). But before that was to come a new and shiny … (no, not a Mustang, well, maybe) bachelor of science. But really, I’m not finding this interesting. While everyone was amazed by the Rubens’ tube in physics today, I was more interested in trying to figure out where the imaginary smell of bread was coming from and why from a tab I had on my phone (https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/kelvinchoi, I was reading about renting games in Canada) the first word I get out of the URL is not “blog” or “ubc” or “kelvinchoi,” but instead, “cake” (.ca\/ke). A sign? Maybe. I’m going crazy? More likely.<\/p>\n
So it got me thinking, what am I going to do “From here”? Do I continue taking science courses here? Maybe. Do I go through another 2 years in culinary school after university to never do anything related to science again? Quite likely. Am I wasting my time? Some (my mother) insist no, others (myself) insist yes.<\/p>\n
And since nobody likes to talk about their problems, I figured I’m the only one in this terrible dilemma. I don’t even like to do<\/em> anything. What do I do after class? Wait for dinner time to arrive. What do I do after dinner? Wait for my bed time to arrive. So where in the world do I start finding what I might like to do? I googled various career interest tests and they all included the same result: pastry chef. Seems that I do like something, just nothing I have evidence for. But the last time that happened (love for Canada), it worked out quite well for me.<\/p>\n And then I found a few people. “So, what are you going to do after university?” “I um…well…I don’t know…?” “What faculty are you in?” “*names faculty* but I don’t like any of the courses I’m taking” “What do you enjoy doing?” “Nothing.” “What do you do with your free time?” “Nothing.” Given what I said previously, this most certainly sounds like a conversation with myself, but I assure you that there was someone else answering my questions. A few minutes prior to that I found someone who was absolutely set on going into science and was in the faculty of science last year, yet switched to music. She has no idea what she’s going to do with it, but she enjoys it and that’s all that matters.<\/p>\n To end on a slightly random note, whenever I think about the purpose of anything, this lovely Red vs Blue episode always pops into my mind: (Some strong language)<\/p>\n [youtube]https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=9BAM9fgV-ts[\/youtube]<\/p>\n Simmons<\/strong>: You ever wonder why we\u2019re here?<\/p>\n Grif<\/strong>: It\u2019s one of life\u2019s great mysteries isn\u2019t it? Why are we here? Are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there a god watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don\u2019t know, man. But it keeps me up at night.<\/p>\n Simmons<\/strong>: What?! I mean why are we out here, in this canyon.<\/p>\n Grif<\/strong>: Oh. Uh…yeah.<\/p>\n Simmons<\/strong>: What was all that stuff about God?<\/p>\n Grif<\/strong>: Uh…hm? Nothing.<\/p>\n Simmons<\/strong>: You wanna talk about it?<\/p>\n Grif<\/strong>: No.<\/p>\n Simmons<\/strong>: You sure?<\/p>\n Grif<\/strong>: Yeah.<\/p>\n Simmons<\/strong>: Seriously though, why are we out here? Far as I can tell, it’s just a boxed a canyon in the middle of nowhere. No way in or out.<\/p>\n Grif<\/strong>: Uh hmm.<\/p>\n Simmons<\/strong>: The only reason we set up a Red Base here, is because they have a Blue Base over there. And the only reason they have a Blue Base over there, is because we have a Red Base here.<\/p>\n Grif<\/strong>: Yeah. That’s cause we’re fighting each other.<\/p>\n Simmons<\/strong>: No no. But I mean, even if we were to pull out today, and if they would come take our base, they would have two<\/em> bases in the middle of a boxed canyon. Whoopdee-fucking-doo.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" But change is. For all of you not knowing what to do “From here,” listen to Rush and remember that there’s always change. It’s well established that I want to be a pastry chef. No question about that (except maybe a little nagging part of me that says “Oh no! You might not like it!” […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":825,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[747],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-183","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-academics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/morgan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/183","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/morgan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/morgan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/morgan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/825"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/morgan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=183"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/morgan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/183\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":185,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/morgan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/183\/revisions\/185"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/morgan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=183"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/morgan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=183"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/morgan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=183"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}