The epic battle

Fall has descended upon quaint Danville. The crisp air accentuates the crunching of golden leaves under foot; it’s a world of deep sky blue outlining amber, brown, and rust-hued trees.

It's here that one will find a Centre student, hard at work collecting enough knowledge to last through finals. As predictable as the changing of seasons, so are cycles of the student’s life, one term following another.

She's completely unaware of the impending doom hurtling towards her.

As silently as the falling leaves pepper the campus grounds, the new class schedule for Centre and Spring terms is posted online. Slowly at first, and then more rapidly, excitement infects the student body, disrupting the smooth surface of the ordinary life.

Chaos breaks loose—studies are thrown to the wind, scattered, forgotten like discarded leaves.

And suddenly, questions of the future and the uncertainty about the best path threaten the previously content student.

An internal battle between academic passions and practicality disrupts her. Which is better: to pursue a path that enflames the interests, that excites the passions and the intrigue, or to opt for the practical, and choose a course that leads to a definite, concrete future? So many influences, each pointing towards diverging options. Professors, even convocation speakers, say to follow your passion, be true to yourself, and yet the internal guilt of not being practical is never far behind. What to do? What to choose? Who to be?

Which side in this epic battle will prevail? Only time will tell.