Thoughts of a Liberal Arts Major: A Sestina

The amount of times I have changed my major: six.

Dabbling in covalent bonds, criminal justice,

printmaking, international affairs, youth and nonprofit leadership,

the list goes on.

What does one do with such a conglomeration of credit hours,

or as I like to call them, "not quite money makers?"

One becomes a liberal arts major, not quite a money maker.

The "buffet-style" choices of which credit hours

to put where: how is this even educational justice?

My college years total six.

I have barely made it; indecisiveness is frowned upon.

Somehow I have managed to maintain roles in leadership.

I have been literally all over the world, going on

programs and trips that have allowed me to visit six

different countries. From Myanmar to Frace I have made

hours and hours

of experience that I could never get simply in leadership.

There is humility in seeking social justice.

People think that it's important to be at the top, it makes me sick.

See, in my time here, I would bet on

my relationships and the bonds I have made

being my justification

for spending all of this money on these hours

of credits more than just being in leadership.

How does one look at their college leadership

and find that it was worth it all along? The long hours

of studying and procrastinating, on

and on makes

that tassel look more glamorous: just get to May sixth.

But the journey IS my justice.

It is seen, if only as justified "justice"

for me to crawl through these six

tortorous years, trying not to get called on,

no sleep hours,

praying that all of this won't just be a money-maker,

(God knows it won't), but that I'll be a true leader.

A true leader seeks justice, not just six days, every day: no rest.

My Maker knows that I have spent hours, carrying on, doing my best.