All of us know that university is the place to make a decision and then change your mind a million times.
And one more time after that, just for good measure. Goodness knows that I’ve changed my mind at least three times. They always say that three times is the charm, right? ;]
When I graduated from high school, I was unsure about what I wanted to do. I saw all my friends applying for university and student loans. I saw them packing their bags. I saw them moving on with their lives and I was still unsure about what I wanted to do.
I decided to take a gap year. I took a job in a pack-house and I made some friendships that have withstood the test of time.
I also managed to pay my way through my first year of university with that job. I took my time in deciding what degree I wanted to pursue; I balanced the pros and cons.
I decided to pursue a Bachelor of Arts, majoring in linguistics and Spanish. This degree plan lasted for my first year and I absolutely loved it. I loved learning about the history of languages, I loved learning about the hows and whys of language and of a new language in its entirety. However, learning a new language and studying the scientific aspects of language, whilst empowering, was very draining. After thinking for a long, long time I dropped my specialisation in Spanish at the end of my freshman year and applied to study abroad in England.
At the start of my second year at university (this year) I decided to add a major of writing studies. This was another subject that I loved but not something that drove me. As I looked around the lecture hall I could see that I didn’t have a drive to match the other student’s. A couple of months into the first semester, I found out that I had been accepted into the study abroad programme. I was ecstatic.
That ecstasy didn’t last long though. In my heart of hearts, I knew that something was wrong. I have said this once, I have said this twice and I will say it again but I withdrew my application. Not only that, but during the break between semesters, I decided to change things up.
However, this time it was a lot more serious than just changing a major or dropping a specialisation. This time I decided to change my enrolment from a Bachelor of Arts to a Bachelor of Communications. I went from having majors in linguistics and writing studies to a single major in public relations. I went from studying under an arts faculty to studying under a management faculty. It is definitely a change. It is incredibly scary.
I went from having lectures with one hundred and fifty people to having lectures with four hundred and fifty people. I went from recognising people around campus to being completely and utterly lost in a sea of people. Last semester I could start a conversation with a complete stranger and expect a decent response. This semester I have been ignored. It wasn’t something that I was expecting. At all.
Despite all of this, I finally feel like I’m on the right track and I am happy.