A random quiz that I ran across:

It\’s interesting to me how I ended up in something scientific, yet not even though all my goals and aspirations are bent toward examining human relationships and showing them. When I was in high school, just because I was naturally good at math, I thought I was destined for an engineering field. An Asian family thing, of course. So I did just that. I applied to most colleges for computer science/electrical engineering. When I was at Berkeley, halfway through my education, I suddenly realized that computer science wasn\’t for me. At that time, I had a pseudo-near-quarter-life crisis. What if I wasn\’t meant to be a computer scientist? What if I was supposed to be a psychologist? A writer–my dream?

I suddenly began thinking about how I could become an English major. Or perhaps how I could drop out of school and head to a creative writing program. Something toward a bfa? How about movie production? My dream of studying film. But I stuck with it.

I ended up doing cognitive science, at least satisfying my desire for human input. And I ended up in human computer interaction, addressing my needs to create, design, and reach out and change the world.

And yet, journalism. Always a dream of mine. I did try once. Once in high school, but was rejected from the school paper. At the time, I thought it was just my inability to write. But perhaps, it was politics. I don\’t know. My friend\’s boyfriend is applying to the school of journalism for a graduate degree. I only wish I had the same ambition without a belief that being a writer…is just not that practical.