“Be where you are, otherwise you will miss your life” – Buddha
When I started college a year and half ago here at Concordia, I was dead set on being a Music Major. I wanted to study music and theatre and be become a talented musical theatre star because of it.
Then I started taking Music Theory. And I hated it.
After clawing my way through the first semester, dragging myself to that class every Monday and Wednesday at 8 am, and coercing my classmates to help me with the homework, I decided that I was no longer interested in studying music.
I called my dad, crying, the night before I was supposed to register for spring semester and he granted me wisdom I have since shared with many of my friends and classmates: your major doesn’t matter. What you do with your life is not predestined by what it says on your Bachelor’s degree. So take a few classes in fields that have nothing to do with your major and see if you love something more than you love what you’re already doing.
So I signed up for a political science class, changed my major, and started making plans to go to law school and run for office.
I chose Political Science (“Poli-Sci”) because I knew I could make a living as a lawyer or politician. I knew politics were something I was passionate about (if you’re interested in reading some of my thoughts on politics, feel free to hit up my personal blog).
I figured it was a path that made sense for me. I loved to read. I loved to argue. I was passionate about social and legal change and I was intent on making that change happen. I decided that I would go forward and become a lawyer for the ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union) and go on to run for office someday.
I would marry my significant other, a man who wants to go into theatre, and provide for my future family.
I convinced myself to go all in. I spent afternoons looking up law schools I would want to go to and could get in to. I got ahead of myself by about twenty years and, by doing so, I freaked myself out about being a Poli-Sci major.
I went to International Politics a total of 8 times that semester; I spent the other class periods in my bed, panicking about how hard that path was. I didn’t love it. I was scared of it. Terrified that I wouldn’t be successful at this and that my future would crumble because of it, I let it consume my life for three months. My fear of potential failure and a lack of confidence in my abilities pushed me into a downwards spiral that took months to remedy.
I am here today to tell you, dear readers, that you should never let it get that bad.
Remember what I didn’t in my time of major turmoil and future planning: it matters less than you think. Take the classes that you love. Take the classes that seem fascinating and worthwhile – not just the ones you think are “necessary.” Don’t be afraid to drop a class or ask for help; your academic advisor is there just for that. Don’t be afraid of changing your major; you can change it as many or as few times as you like – you’ll still be successful if you’re willing to work hard.
Every school is different in how they handle the semantics and logistics of changing majors. But every school will help you do it. Some schools might be less helpful than others, but your education is yours and yours alone. If you decide to change your direction, don’t let academic advisors or administrators tell you that you can’t.
It is your money and your time that you are investing in this education and you get to decide what you want to do with it.
This year, I am an English Writing and Theatre Arts double major and I love it. I’m taking classes that I’m passionate about and not worrying about how much money I’m going to make or whether or not my grades are good enough for me to go to Stanford.
I am focusing on being happy and healthy and being successful here and now.