A series of entries tracing my interests: [three]
College : Figuring it out
I applied to college with the hopes of becoming a kung fu kicking English teacher who also happened to be a nurse on weekends. I never really took time to consider how unrealistic this was, or how this restless lifestyle would not fit me. Since I’m a lover of everything, pinpointing a passion was difficult for me. In my first 2 years of college, I had intended to become an English teacher. My teachers have always commented on my ability to write, and so I thought this was the way to go. Since I’m good at it why not, right? However, what I soon realized was that this was not enough. Talent without passion would not bring me anywhere. I lacked the intrinsic motivation to pursue an English education major. Though I enjoyed the interesting lectures, exploring the beauty of texts, and engaging in deep thought, I couldn’t see the value in what I was doing. Things didn’t seem significant to me. I needed something more real and down-to-earth. At times in my literature classes, I found it frustrating to communicate, whether this was a result of my little experience in speaking, limited, vocabulary, or fear of being judged—I’ve haven’t figured out. In the summer of sophomore year, I finally switched to a science education major. Still, the journey has been rough so far and I have much to learn.
