I’m inclined to agree with the programming part. Computer Information Sciences is more or less where I’d go if I wanted “a degree in programming”, but it would be pointless: I’d do far better to learn a few languages and try to snag an entry-level job somewhere or do what Dad did: work for the state for a few years to get experience, then snag a headhunter.
But programming offers me no real satisfaction. It’s fun, depending on what I’m doing, but I don’t get a really strong sense of purpose out of a tidy style sheet.
Why do I want a master’s? I suppose I don’t know what’s required to start working as an engineer. If a bachelor’s and a good internship or two will put me through the door… well, again that’s something I should talk to an advisor about. I know that neither love nor money nor promises of gourmet baked goods have snagged me so much as a copyediting job with an English degree.
And at the moment, I do Shakespeare. I’m going to be directing in the spring. We’re adding an educational component to our group – we’re lucky enough to have contacts at a few local schools who want to use our theater and are keen on collaborating on learning and performances. But as the great T-shirt says, Shakespeare got to get paid, son. I can only take so many years of working a dull and thankless job that pays me just enough to not quite afford my own apartment and car payments in order to chase a hobby that might be quite nice as a life.
I’ve considered that. And again, from what I know right now, English would be more fun – even teaching a bunch of bratty high school and college students wouldn’t be horrible, though I certainly talk to enough of them in my daily life to know just how profoundly lazy the little bastards are. As far as engineering goes, even if I wasn’t rebuilding awesome stuff in awesome places I would still have concrete (heh) accomplishments. I could point to an honest to goodness structure and say “That is standing up because of me.” There’s something very appealing about having that kind of purpose.
In the end, I could do lots of things: I could go be an admin assistant, get promoted to executive assistant, and maybe even be a businessperson of my very own – and I’d loathe it. I’ve spent enough time in that world to know how much I’d loathe it. I’d make money, and I’d watch the clock tick by every day wishing to God that the next minute would come, the next hour would come, the day would be over, the week would be over. I am not going to spend a third of my life hoping that the next hour takes less time to end. I want to find something interesting, satisfying, meaningful. I want it to pay off my student loans eventually. I want to be challenged, to work hard, to be needed at my job instead of a teensy cog, and to have accomplished something I can point to and say “I made that happen.”