Title: Indecision
Author: P.L.S.
Summery: Daniel Jackson is trying to figure out just what to do next.
Disclaimer: I don't own a stargate, kinda am glad about that.
Author's Note: This requires some explanation or you won't know what you are getting into. In most of the Daniel-centric fics I've read Daniel credits a copy of Budge he got when he was 12 as providing his drive to pursue archeology and anthropology thus starting him on his road to the stars and beyond. But what if he didn't have that focus, that drive growing up? This is a drabble of a 20yr old Jackson, who has no center, who has a brain that won't quit and gets bored way to easily, who won't become the Danny Jack lives to tease and annoy. But it's just a theory.
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He was 20 years old today, and still had yet to actually pick a major. He had tried art, various languages, literature, maths of all flavors, physics, biology, chemistry, geology, and even dance. He had never found anything that really called to him, not even in those anthropology and archeology classes. As a kid he was focus less, once in a while he'd be really in need of extra cash and would write and sell essays to other students, but never did anything covered in school really grab him. The classes he did take, he excelled in, retained, and cursed his luck at having a brain wired for Trivial Pursuit.
It really didn't help that he was in school because of a full scholarship but to pay for everything he needed a job. And he got jobs, they ranged from baby-sitting, to sperm donation, to tutoring, to fast food. All dreadful, all dull, all things he loathed. During his freshman year he breezed through classes, getting his money from selling papers and tutoring fellow classmates, during his sophomore year he drilled through accelerated classes and ended up with two B.S. and a B.A. but he never went further. Now he was looking at his options, another B.S. to add to the collection or maybe he should just buckle down and turn one of his degrees into a masters.
Daniel groaned as his roommate of the semester let out a fart as he snored. He was doomed. The only masters program he really thought he could stand was the one in quantum physics, but he really wasn't that great at it. Maybe I should transfer to a new school. he muttered in Arabic. He looked up and around at all the books and trinkets on his desk, it was a hodgepodge of nothing really important to him. No family, no friends, no life other than trying to prove he could make something of himself.
He wanted to be someone great, someone who people looked at in history and saw how much he helped to build the world. Maybe political science wouldn't be that bad, sure the department head was a jerk, but some of the professors and T.A.'s were okay.
Yeah, he could do that. Become an international diplomat, or something. After all, at the rate his life was going family and friends weren't going to happen, so he figured it really didn't matter.
