It is positively scary at how little I used to care about what I'm studying.
Factoring in all the anger I harbored towards my father for forcing me in to a program of his choice and absolutely hating the idea of crunching numbers for the rest of my life, I forgot to look at the bigger picture.
So the moral of the story today is kids, that when the going gets tough, don't just think of taking the lemons to make lemonade, think of making delicious
lemon squares. (For those who aren't accustomed to my shitty analogies, I heartily apologize)
Co-op, despite the tedious work that we're forced to do as interns, does bring things into perspective. In fact, trust me when I say, your life immediately sharpens and focuses. The aperture becomes perfect, the exposure enough for you to gauge whether "yes I can be in this arena for the rest of my life" or "hell no, I need to get outta here" - you'd be kidding yourself if you called your mindset "undecided", I'm sorry that just doesn't happen. You either like it or you don't.
For a person who absolutely hated the
idea of engineering and never had the scruple to stop complaining about how boring it is, I
love the entire aspect of what a job at Hydro One or any other power utility could lead to. I know, I know. It took me a whopping total of four painstakingly long and expensive years to come to admit that I finally understand why my father gets an extra step to his pace when he talks about cables and transformers (he happens to be one of the lucky few who loves what he does for a living). And it looks like he transferred over his blood to me.
After four years, I am genuinely
excited and
eager to
learn. Yes, you're hearing right. I want to learn, to absorb the knowledge (via osmosis, electromagnetic induction or otherwise) and get working.
Intelligent has officially gained a whole new meaning for me.
Finally.