It’s soon to be Fall, and if you are like me you’ll take those longer walks through the dusty crisp air on the older side of campus — savoring the sentiment of learning. At least until the work load becomes unbearable. This time last year, I thought myself an Engineer because I rode a motorcycle. Somewhere along the way I forgot I can’t do calculus.
This is a common issue among undergraduate students. The pressure of being certain of one’s future and the fear of losing prescious credit-hours may deter many from making the major switch early. In fact, changing majors at the beginning is much wiser than hoping the classes will become more interesting. Odds are if the intro classes don’t intrigue you, then neither will the upper level classes.
I have managed to do quite a bit of maneuvering through the plethora of majors offered at Baylor. I initially transitioned from Engineering to English — something just about everyone scoffs at the first time I tell them. With new major in tow, I researched my future, and for English it was either teaching or — well — getting a masters degree to do more teaching. To test the waters, I acquired a job in a local school district as a tutor, and quickly discovered that children can be tiring as hell.
But I still loved to write. I just wasn’t certain how much I could feign excitement about my 16th century literature class. And then I stumbled across Journalism — and every class sounded enthralling.
This being said, I was just as excited about switching to English as I currently am about Journalism. At one point, I truly envisioned myself in those tweed jackets with the elbow patches that smell like oats, lecturing about Shakespeare. It was what I wanted to do. And now I want something different, and that’s okay.
I imagine many others will find themselves in my shoes, as well. It is a disorienting time of self discovery and social awareness and I have never been more enthusiastic about what I will be when I grow up.