This week, I did what many consider unspeakable: I dropped a class, lowering my class count this semester to four.
With the final add/drop date, Tuesday, looming, I spent Monday night weighing my options. It boiled down to two choices:
- I could continue taking five classes (one of them an extremely time-intensive, five-days-a-week language class), complete an excessive 20 credits this semester, continue to follow through with my Excel-organized plans for each semester until I graduate, complete a major and two concentrations, and, most notably, go absolutely out of my mind.
- I could drop one class, get one major and one concentration, take some other interesting classes, and not be a crazy person.
On paper, it's seems a simple choice, but amid the Columbia atmosphere, teeming with overachievement and judgement of the lesser (or more aptly, the "lesser"), I was unsure.
I have to take five classes! I have to get a major and two concentrations! Does this make sense? I'm really tired. Did I do all of my Russian homework? Who's Edmund Burke again? I can totally handle five classes right now. This is reasonable.
