Through the years, when friends or fellow students inquired why I was taking classes, I could never explain. I felt caught and a little ashamed. The prevailing attitude was that “perennial students” like me were lazy or immature, wouldn’t buckle down, wouldn’t do the “hard stuff” required of more serious people. I understood by then that I was supposed to study something I could ultimately put to use, but the thought of narrowing my focus and burying myself in one field of study was unspeakably depressing. I never seriously considered it.