Before my rant, let's get a few things straight. I'm a bright girl. I graduated *early* from a top-tier university with a nearly-perfect grade point average. Sure, my degree is in Pubic Relations and not Physics or Biochemistry. I don't have my CPA and I sure as hell can't understand things like tax brackets. I barely understand my annual NCAA basketball bracket! But I have an uncanny knack for connecting with people and communicating, and I think I'm pretty handy with the spoken and written word. That's why we have chocolate and vanilla.
|That's me in my graduation garb. Notice the cold-weather duds on my friends and family. It was December. FIVE MONTHS before my peers earned their own caps and gowns.|
I thought I'd long come to terms with the fact that, I'm just a more creative type, and that I'd eventually wind up in a Communication department somewhere churning out clever, readable content and chatting on the phone with clients.
Until I enrolled -- post-Bachelor's degree -- at BCC.
It turns out, compared to the really creative types (I'm talking about woo-woo wannabe fashion designers whose homemade tote bags are brimming with fabric swatches, sequins and something apparently called "rubber cement,") I'm actually pretty academic.
Take, for example, our recent "history of fashion" assignment, which tasked us to create presentation boards examining silhouettes of decades past, and forecasting which trends we might see again soon. I actually thought it was a fun assignment. I came to class over prepared, poised, and gave one heck of a presentation. As a 25 year old with actual, professional experience speaking to actual, professional people, my (biased) view was that I stood head and shoulders above the 19 year olds who stood, shoulders slumped over, mumbling inaudibly from a crumpled up index card.
I received an A- (MINUS!!!) on the project. According to my professor, my content was spot-on, my knowledge was well-rounded and my speaking abilities were top-notch. But she *had* to give me an A- because there was visible scotch tape on my boards, and I failed to attach my photos with this thing called "rubber cement." I also apparently should have used more color.
I'm fine with my grade, but I'm tripping over the fact that the girl whose project looked like an explosion of feathers and Elmer's glue scored higher than me. Sad face.
I'm realizing that in a super creative course like this one, I'm the least of the creative folks. My classmates think I have a stick wedged permanently up my ass because I stupidly expect them to (gasp!) respect my time and listen to instruction.They'd rather call out, doodle fashion designs or flip through Vogue.
So, here's my issue -- and I'm wondering if anyone else has felt this way: Am I an airhead or an intellectual? I sure feel like the former when I'm with the "in-laws" (who happen to consist of oh-so-very left-brained accountants and union workers.) But I feel like Albert Einstein discovering the Theory of Relativity when I'm in class with my too-far-gone right-brained fellow students.
This little conundrum is making it particularly difficult to choose my next direction. Do I go on to earn a Master's degree in something intellectual like Marketing or Merchandising? Or do I stick with my puny little Bachelor's and continue to pursue creative and freelance writing? I guess that's why I'm "getting my feet wet" with a cost-effective course at community college.