# 2021-09-15

There is a subject in my university called "basics of life safety". In order to pass it, the student needs to submit hand-written notes for each lecture two days before the next one starts. Because of remote learning in the university, the teacher just sends us slides and asks for photocopied notes. It takes roughly three to four hours to make notes he'll be satisfied with, weekly, and the subject has nothing to do neither with my major nor with objective reality (we can't choose courses here).

This made me think a lot about the sense of meaning and how it is important to me. It's much easier to do something whenever there is a clear result and, even better, a correlation between your actions and the result. It is obviously not the case with this course and with large part of the curriculum. Even my laboratory research largely depends on others' work an I can only do so much - so few, in fact - to speed things up.

This lead me to post a CV on a popular cite. I crave meaning and almost none is left in things I do routinely. This seems to have an impact on me, more significant than I initially thought. Things need to be sustainable and now they aren't. I've visited one interview already and waiting for another one. Maybe this is a beginning of something new and exciting, who knows.