Today has been an interesting day.
I did not flunk that Arabic test last Tuesday. I actually did really well on the Arabic test last Tuesday. Actually, incredibly, for maybe the first time since last August I somehow got a better grade than my always-one-step-ahead [friendly] Arabic class nemesis.
After that the teacher took me into his office and shook my hand and said very nice things.
And after that he sent me an e-mail with more nice things and saying please submit an abstract for this Middle East conference coming up, & etc.; and before you think of saying "no," the head of the Modern Languages Department wants to talk with you.
Really I only signed up for Arabic because I like the pretty letters. Well, and because I think I need to know more about Islam, and because when it comes to rising world powers I have much much more inherent interest in the Middle East than in China or Korea. And because the textbooks were cheaper than the ones for German. And kind of just barely because I am intrigued by the crusades, knights and chain mail, and the word "Saracen."
But I didn't intend for it to be, like, the thing that I study. That would be weird . . .
Is it okay to pursue something just because you're good at it (and the government will very likely pay for it)? Are you supposed to have some other reason, some plan?