Well, a new school year has begun for me little Miss Tammy. It'd be a huge bore for me to talk much about my Physics and Bio classes, (the most exciting thing that happened was when my Physics professor admitted, "the only thing I learned from Biology was from my wife," when he explained why he's a physicist and not a biologist. ho, ho, ho.) But I really must say that I am so in love with my Music 8: The Beatles and The Sixties class. I grew up listening to the Beatles and I've always been fascinated with the 60s era, especially now since I watch Mad Men and after I had taken a women studies class on feminism particularly the second wave of feminism. And I'd like to thank kalimpong for furthering my love of the Beatles by giving me a huge collection of rare Beatles songs in high school. Many of the songs are referred to in class, it's exciting. The "textbook" we're assigned to read is "Can't Buy Me Love" which I consider a very good read (which is a given because it's not a science textbook) because it not only goes into biographical depth of the 4 mop heads -- Lennon, Paul, George and Ringo, but also what was going on in Liverpool, their early influences such as Elvis, Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly etc, and how rock 'n' roll (and pop) evolved from the late 50s and throughout the 60s.

Being so engrossed in my general ed/breadth classes, like my American Comic Superheroes class from freshman year, and my Women Studies class from this summer, worries me a bit. I should have this enthusiasm and love of studying for my core classes, but it's been dwindling. I don't why I'm a bio major sometimes, I get great grades in bio, but my heart is not into it. I have no passion, I don't want to be a scientist or researcher or a doctor. I just want to get into dental school so my parents won't consider me a failure. But if they'd only notice that I take pride in all the graphics and web layouts I made in high school, the focus I have when I make them, as compared to when I study for some exam in chem/physics/bio. Or when I call them I'm more ecstatic about telling them that I got an A in an analytical essay I wrote in my writing class or women studies class rather than getting an A on a midterm in molecular biology or calculus.

I can tell myself to focus as hard as I can in my core class, but ultimately, if I have no real desire to learn or be taught I won't succeed. I'm tired of psyching myself into enjoying my major's courses. A person can only pretend so much before realizing that fooling herself won't get her anywhere.