Irony Defined

Thursday, I was in MGMT 237 class, Management of Technology, a class entirely made of Class of '07 M&T students. We had a guest lecturer, Ken Glass, an M&T alum. And it was amazing.

He came in and asked the class how many people wanted to be rich. (Hands went up.) How many wanted to be powerful. (Other hands.) How many wanted to be famous. (Hands again.) Then he basically said all of that was useless crap, and that the most successful people he's ever met have been so because they were happy, enjoyed their jobs, and lived well-balanced lives that had nothing to do with money. He told us the most important word to live by: passion. He asked the class how many people woke up in the morning and were excited and sure and knew what their passion was. Much MUCH fewer hands this time. Mine was one of only three. He asked me what my passion was. "Writing," I said. I think he might have been a little surprised. I know my professor and some other kids turned their heads too. But that's what passion is. It turns heads.

So right after that class, as other kids tried to talk to him more about his lecture, I left Huntsman Hall, silently thanking Mr. Ken Glass as I walked the distance to Towne 111, and picked up and filled out the transfer application to the College of Arts and Sciences, where I will most definitely major in Cinema Studies. Good bye, M&T. You're a wonderful thing to a lot of people, I'm sure, but you're not right for me. Ironic that your class on Thursday taught me that. Thanks for the math minor. No thanks for the superiority complex.

And for you sad souls who still refuse to believe what you're reading: No, this is NOT an April Fool's joke. I couldn't be farther from joking if I tried. My April Fool's prank has already been completed, and it involved a female thong and a phone number.