Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one I was forced to take

Hello, I'm Gabe, and I am terrible at writing.

I don't necessarily mean that the words I write form incoherent thoughts (Although that is entirely possible), or even that my writing is a complete bore (Again, totally possible). Rather, I have a difficult time disciplining myself to actually do the act of writing. I just cannot sit still long enough to get the jumbled ideas in my head down on paper or into binary code.

All of this is about to change.

Well, maybe.

I recently decided to add a philosophy major in addition to my biology major. Now, I enjoy reading philosophy. I enjoy thinking about philosophy. Hell, I even enjoy talking philosophy!

Enter the Senior Thesis.

My arch-nemesis.

A class, or a rather a paper, that laughs in my undisciplined face. Oh, the horror!

And between me and this behemoth are three philosophy classes. And what wonderful, interesting classes they are! I'm lucky enough to call thinking philosophically about the natural sciences, Christianity, and the ideas of modern philosophy my job this semester.

But I believe Randy Jensen (God bless him!) has conspired with the forces of evil to dream up a totally reasonable idea: "Let us make students write!"

And write I shall. A few papers. I like a few papers. I get to think of an idea, deconstruct it, and try to make heads and tails of what it means. It's a distinct assignment. A one-shot thing, in a way.

But that is not all.

No, I have to take part in those dreadful things called... Journals.

2,000 words a week for Philosophy and Christianity.

Admittedly, significantly less for Modern Philosophy.

Remember when I said I was terrible at writing? Well, it looks like I don't have the luxury of continuing down that blessed path.

And if I'm going to write, I might as well post some of it. In my mind, it's almost a way of keeping myself accountable. You can see if I wrote anything or not. Worse, you can all see if I am completely misunderstanding Descartes or spewing nonsense about Heaven and Hell. It won't be just Randy.

Well that's all for now. My first tentative steps on this path have actually been far less painful than I was expecting. Here's to holding out hope that I may one day become something other than a terrible writer!