I think that I have finally picked my major.
Sure . . . I really don't know if I want it . . . and granted . . . I am not the most decisive person and can therefore end up switching it halfway through . . . but here's my reasoning behind this.
A few weeks ago, my roommates and I were talking about majors. They asked me what mine was going to be and I replied; "Well . . . here's the thing."
As we all know, any speech that starts out with 'here's the thing' doesn't really end well, and this one was no exception.
I went on to explain that I hated math, despised english, sucked at art, and couldn't sing and or play and instrument to save my life. And given my downright AWFUL people skills, I really shouldn't be a teacher. Therefore, I reasoned, that I really didn't have many options in terms of majors.
They all got a good laugh out of that (go figure) but it did prompt me to start seriously thinking about majors.
I know I need one. And I want one. See, I'm of the "what if" attitude. Although I want to be a stay at home mom, "what if" something happens to my husband and I need to provide for my family? I don't want one of those dumb degrees like "bachelor of young wife studies" or something. I need a legit major that will actually rake in the dough. So, I turned my attention towards science.
I've always loved the medical field. In fact, I wanted to be a nurse for a long time (until I took human bio. senior year and learned that me and guts don't mix well) and since I couldn't do that . . . well . . . I'm not sure when I realized it (it probably had something to do with my week long psych marathon) but I have decided to go into pharmaceuticals.
So . . . congratulations to me . . . for finding a major. And congratulations to you for actually getting through this rather long winded, picture-less post. Here is a picture just for you:
Count Dracula . . . he's always watching.
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