I tell my friends all the time to do what they want, regardless of expectations or others’ perceptions. “You do you” is a phrase that comes out of my mouth daily.
And yet, I found myself failing to follow my own advice.
Towards the end of fall semester, I realized that my major, speech-language pathology, wasn’t what I thought it would be. It was much more science-based than I expected, and I’m not interested in memorizing every single freaking cartilage that we have in our upper bodies.
First I told myself I wouldn’t go to grad school right away. I’d take some time off, enjoy other interests, likely spend some time working as a speech pathology assistant, and make my way to grad school in a few years.
But that didn’t satisfy me. I became increasingly frustrated in my speech classes, so I told myself I didn’t have to go to grad school at all. I’d get a B.S. degree in speech, then use my work and extracurricular experiences (all communications-related) to enter a writing job.
It still wasn’t enough. I was in the middle of a lecture about fixing articulation errors of r and l, and I felt absolutely miserable. I couldn’t envision myself ever becoming a speech pathologist. I couldn’t even envision myself making it through the next two years without having a permanent frown etched in my skin.
I went to my academic advisor for speech last week and told him that I’d be changing majors. He was a bit surprised (he told me he’s never had anyone leave the major), but he was encouraging.
“Sometimes it’s a lot easier to stay in something just because you’re already there, but that’s not a good reason to do it,” he said. “I’m glad you’re doing what you love.”
It’s a huge risk–if I don’t like CMD, I’m stuck with it for the next two years–but I’m thrilled. What I’m passionate about outside of school will finally resemble my academic path.
I’m finally taking my own advice. I’m doing me.
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