Today I mentioned to someone that my sister decided to attend the University of Wisconsin - Stevens Point, likely to study Creative Writing. He asked, skeptically, "what does she want to do with that?"

As my undergraduate (and, perhaps, entire academic) career dashes toward its conclusion, I've found myself thinking more about the purpose of an education—of my education. This question today got those wheels turning in earnest.

It's something I know I need to write about: something I need to flesh out, if only for my own sake. But what I know now, without any doubt is this: an education is not simply a means to a goddamned end.