Ever had a day where you felt like a complete waste of space? A week? A month?
Today has been one of those days for me. I woke up and went to my only class. Then I studied for awhile a subject that I care nothing about, for a degree I do not care to earn that has been a waste of, four years might be exaggerating, about 2 years.
Yes it is official. I hate taking businesses courses. I have never liked them actually. However, four years ago when I rolled a dice and chose a major I didn't realize the amount of work, time, and money that would be involved in supporting my decision.
I know that I can't change anything about it now, but I think it might feel better to get this off my chest.
It all began in high school, where there were minimal options for elective courses offered. By a sad process of elimination, I took 2 years of accounting. I didn't mind working with numbers and it was fun to fill in the old-school workbooks we got to use, like the ones they give you in kindergarten when you learn to read.
Fast-forward to my senior year when I was applying for college. People started asking me what I wanted to do after high school, so I started giving the generic answer of "I wanna be an accountant."
FF to my the fall of my junior year of college. I was sitting in the career counselors office at UMD, which happened to be my first visit with a counselor, for career or otherwise, with tears in my eyes, and sobbing because I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, but I was sure that it did not involve being a green eye-shade wearing bean counter.
That wonderfully sweet and empathic counselor let me take her class in career exploration as an independent study. I got really excited about the class because I would get the chance to take interest surveys and find a job that would suit my interests. I would also get to interview people in different career fields.
I finally narrowed my search down to human resource manager, marketer, journalist, and broadcaster. I chose to pursue journalism because it fit my interest and I liked the beginning journalism class that I was in.
I started working for the school paper for the student life section. I covered most of the cultural events on campus or connected to campus. I joined the Society of Professional Journalist, as well.
FF to this August, after I had written for the paper for a semester, applied to UM-TC, where they have a journalism degree, talked to several burned out journalist, and spent a month backpacking in Europe. I thought, not very long and not very hard about it, and decided that I could get a marketing degree in 2 more semesters, or a journalism degree in four or more.
Here comes the pathetic part. I had my dad call the school here to see if it would even be possible to go back to school here. And of course they said yes, and here I am, 2.5 months away from a degree that I don't want.