This semester I’m taking 3 History classes and I’m suffocating under the pile of readings I have each week. But I truly, truly love History. Although it really hasn’t always been this way. Seven years ago, I fared much better with Literature. I was so in love with words, metaphors, poetry and alliterations. History was interesting but I never could master those dang Source Based exams questions. Everything changed in IB. My confidence in my own writing and literature was blown to smithereens.
As I reflect upon my own history, there have been many signs that I would become the History nerd I am today. At aged seven, I owned a Dorling Kingsley book on Ancient Rome. It was a treasured possession and one of my favourite books. I also had a collection of books about English Kings & Queens – mind you, this was all before Horrible Histories. Speaking of Horrible Histories, my family borrowed almost every copy that was available in the Queenstown Library. There were many other beloved history books which occupied my childhood bookshelf and might still be in my room at home, but let’s not keep going on, it’ll get embarrassing.
The point is that I’ve reached a point in my academic life where writing political science or sociology papers have become frustrating because of the lack of discipline and focus the subjects have, in comparison to History. While I came to Tufts aspiring to major in International Relations and follow my interest in international affairs, I’ve returned to my all-time favourite discipline - History. Now I’m probably primarily a History major with a interest in international relations, rather than an IR major with a History double-major on the side. Funny eh?
Oh and for the past 5 years I’ve been dating the guy who was once introduced to me as the “History god” of AC.
Told you I was a History nerd.
