Almost every kid loves Legos, well maybe only guys, but I had a legitimate obsession. I think the first crime I ever committed and the first time I ever sinned was over Legos. My Mom's office partner had a big box of Legos, and she had some sweet pieces that enhanced my collection back home, so in the mind of a five year old if they made my collection better, I had the right to them.
What is so awesome about Legos is the freedom and creativity associated with Legos. I could be a deep-sea diver, a pirate, a space cadet, or a knight in shining armor. These sweet occupations in the world of Legos carried over to my vision for my real life. My dream job was to build real life Legos. For a huge majority of my childhood I wanted to be an engineer and design planes for Boeing, or guns for Remington, or build giant bridges and design cities in the sky.
Am I bitter that playing with Legos in real life requires math? Yes. Why am I blogging about this? Because even if I had the opportunity to become a math genius, I would never trade the Liberal Arts for real life Legos. I find passion in the Liberal Arts. Not just in fellow students, and myself but in the actual course of study, and the professors who teach it. And this passion makes building "real live Legos" seem unexciting.
Throughout my time at Penn State, my involvement with the college of Liberal Arts has shaped my college career. Whether it be reading about Rhetorical Theory, being one of the few people who know what the sub-basement of Sparks is, sharing my first experience of THON with fellow LAUC-ers, or cherishing the friends I have made here and the moments I share with them, The College of Liberal Arts has given me more enjoyment and fulfillment than Legos ever could.