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
She's completely unaware of the impending doom hurtling
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