“Hello, my name is Anna Spysz, I’m 31 years old, and I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.”

“Hello Anna.”

“Now Anna, what seems to be the problem?”

“Well, I’m really good at, but not great at, a lot of things, and I’m interested in everything.”

“Everything, really?”

“Yeah, pretty much. There’s nothing* I wouldn’t want to learn more about.”

“Well, let’s do the $1 million test. Do you know what that is?”


“I ask you what would you do if you had a million dollars – or in general, if you never had to worry about money and could do anything you wanted for a living – and your answer is supposed to be your dream job. OK?”


“So Anna, if you had a million dollars, what would you do with your life?”

“I would learn and travel. I would go back to college, I’d go to several colleges, and get dozens of degrees, in all sorts of subjects, while traveling to every corner of the world and learning from the people I met along the way. I’d just keep taking classes, not for credit, not for research, but just to learn. I’d have hundreds of majors and take classes in philosophy and physics and biology and literature and every language and… Well, everything.”


“So does that mean I should be a professional student? Would someone pay me to do that?”




“Did I mention that I have impeccable grammar?”


*Except for birdwatching. I still don’t understand the appeal of that.