Most people don’t know that I started college as a Media Studies major with an emphasis in Journalism. The plan was to graduate in 3 years and become a staff writer at the San Francisco Chronicle. I loved my major and I was driven and excited by the course work and my future prospects. However, as my college path was thrown further off course, so were my aspirations to become a writer. After all, I needed to make money, and writing isn’t exactly the highest paid profession unless you are J.K. Rowling (I wish!). Ultimately I reached the academic path that you all know of me, that is, as a Dietetics student hoping to become an RD. Here’s what you don’t know:
- The only classes I have earned A’s in over the past 2 years are the ones that aren’t in my major, more specifically, the English related classes.
- I studied for countless hours for my Chemistry final, which I took last night. I knew the information. I got a D on the final, effectively giving me a D in the class. This means I did not pass with a grade high enough to keep me on course in Dietetics.
- I dread people asking me what I want to do with my degree, and I can’t convince myself that anything I say is something I want to do for the rest of my life.
- I had been considering forgoing the RD training and finishing my schooling simply after my Bachelors.
- When I look ahead to the classes I am required to take over the next 3 years, not a single one makes me excited. Not one.
When Steve came home last night to find me weeping on the bed about how I don’t like my program and I would rather drop out of school than finish it, we both knew something had to change. It isn’t right that I dread every single class I have to take. It isn’t fair that the girl who can barely pass her exams could be instructing others on how to live their lives. It isn’t healthy that I no longer love what I am doing in the slightest. It isn’t normal that, when I made a “Things I Love/Things I Hate” list about my major last night, I struggled to find one single thing I love. It shouldn’t be the case that I feel the need to tell others that I am a Dietetics student and I “love it” in order to make myself believe that I do truly love it.
With that, I was done.
There is no aspect of nutrition that I see myself doing for the next 50 years, so why should I bother doing it for the next 50 seconds? I do still carry a… fondness for nutrition, but perhaps only enough so to make it a hobby. Even here on my blog, the most fun post I have written of late was my Spring Film Preview, not one of my food or nutriton related posts. My love and aspirations? My love and aspirations still lie with writing. Rather than stare longingly at the Media Communications degree while slaving away at something I hate, I am going to go after that degree, the one I really want. No, chances are I will never make as much money as I would have as an RD. But what I lack in money, I will make up for in time to spend at home with the children I want, work I am motivated and excited to complete, and happiness. So much happiness.
In four Quarters (Yes, 4. Changing my major will effectively cut two years off my undergrad work), I will graduate with a Bachelors in Media Communications with an emphasis in Journalism. Saying that gives me happiness, relief, and excitement, and if those aren’t the emotions that correspond with earning a $60,000 starting salary, then so long 60k, you wont be missed.