Do What I Do
Partially brain dead from (actually) reading a school book, a surprise for anyone who knows of my miraculous “study habits,” and in the need to write a small paper, I’m looking for my common way to eliminate writer’s block: write a blog!
Today’s topic: Why Criminology, and what do you do when you do what you do?
Criminology is my major, and my option (sort of like a forced specialty), is law enforcement. However, let it be known: don’t ask me about law enforcement, I don’t know jack shit. Why? Because, after the first semester, I stopped caring for my law enforcement classes, and brush them through like high school art assignments. I, over the course my education, have come to loathe and detest my own major. All is not lost: the beauty of Fresno State’s Criminology program is the wide varieties of ways to achieve your degree. With that in mind, I took my favorite (and hardest) class from my first semester here and hit the ground running with it: Psychology of Crime.
It dawned on me, that, through simple attrition I could not break the unease of law enforcement, I had to smash that shit with the knowledge of psychopaths and sociopaths. That, or rather, they, are what I love. I care not for the criminological theories of how crimes happen and the law enforcement side of either suppressing, detaining, deterring, and or executing of crime, no. I get my educational erection from the understanding of the world’s most interesting people: the mentally disturbed.
Oh yes, I said it: the world’s most interesting people are the mentally disturbed. No one knows full yet of the how and why of those who are mentally disturbed; we do not have a known solution that would for them. However, all the other folks that I’ve been taught to be interested in do have a solution: there are books, theories, and thousands of academics who can tell you how to solve, what I call “common crime:” sociologically, economically, through the use of extreme force, government take-over, etc. And, to be honest, those criminals would not exist in the vacuum of non-society. But psychopaths would.
And therein my interest (partially) lays: these people will never be erased. They are not specifically discriminated against and yet are oppressed within their own minds. They do not have lobbyists, abolitionists, or a lot of support groups. They are, in effect, the most boring and yet most interesting people in the world, to me. At the end of the day (and after graduation in May), I must ask myself: with my special interest, how shall I move forward? My answer: law school.
While I may be taking a year off from school, my ultimate goal is to become a lawyer who works on special criminal cases to protect the rights of the mentally disturbed. They are, in effect, the minority of the criminal world. And, unsurprising to those who study minorities, they are treated as such. Combined with the insanity of the criminal world, it down right sucks for these people.
And my life goal is to help them in the manner that I deem possible: get down and dirty with the exact people who do them wrong and give them a good combo. Possibly into an aerial and throw ‘em down with a fireball.
