When I was a little girl, I would always dream about the time when I'd go to college, get a degree, and graduate in four years. Seems reasonable, right? Well, I wasn't right, and those dreams didn't come true. Instead, I'm sitting here writing this article about being a senior in college and changing my major again.

Let's start at senior year of high school. It was a trying time for me, to say the least. I felt like I was the only person who didn't know what they wanted to major in at college. I was too busy trying to actually make it out of high school, let alone decide what I wanted to do next. I felt like I was grasping at straws, reaching for something I could possibly do for the rest of my life. I was the typical person who said, "I don't want a job where I feel like I'm working". But it was really true for me. I wasn't cut out for retail. And I was especially wasn't cut out for being miserable over it.

I decided to take a hobby of mine and make it into a major. I started college as a Film and Television major. I was about 1 of 30 other people in the whole university that had that major, and it obvious why. I lasted one school year and three days at another school with that major. I only lasted three days at an art academy with a great film department. I just wasn't cut out for it. Just one more dream that didn't seem to work out.

I had the weekend to decide what major I actually wanted to be and I'll be the first to say that one weekend is not enough time to change majors. I didn't really have time to think, so I just went with what sounded the best and most fun. I changed my major to Fashion Marketing and I thought that was it. My heart finally felt content and I've spent the last three years with that major. I was happy up until around Christmas 2016.

We'll rewind back to 2015 when I spent the summer in beauty school. I took a six hundred hour program at a beauty school and became a licensed esthetician. I didn't know it then, but I'd soon learn that suffering through beauty school would actually jump start the rest of my life. It was beauty school where I fell in love with taking care of people's skin. I made them feel beautiful, I helped them, and I had fun doing it. My knowledge in skin care got me jobs, made me feel good about myself, and I got to help people in the process. Who doesn't like helping people?

During Christmas break 2015, I decided that a fashion major wasn't something I could see myself in for the long run. It had become a burden for me and it was quickly growing old. I felt trapped. I would entertain the idea of changing my major, but I quickly snapped out of it because I knew that was crazy. But the more I thought, the more I felt it was the right thing to do. With a life-changing breakup, I thought of all the things I couldn't do then, that I wanted to do now. And changing my major was one of them.

I thought back on my time at beauty school and thought of what I could turn that into. It took me a few months of silence to actually come out with the idea and say it out loud.

Dermatology.

Why not Dermatology? Why couldn't I be a doctor? Why couldn't I? I wasn't good at math and science in high school, but I was the best esthetician at the school I went to. I was in the honors program and I excelled at skin care. Why couldn't I? The answer was; of course, I can. I would have to change my major, pass the MCATs, and get accepted into medical school. Oh, and go to medical school another four years and make it through a residency too. No big deal, right? Right.

So here I am, a senior in college, and I'm changing my major for three reasons.

One: Happiness.

Two: Sanity.

Three: Defeating My Self-Doubt.