Here I am in a lecture hall for 1 hour and 15 minutes every Monday and Wednesday learning about rocks. Yes, rocks. I have absolutely no idea why I even bother going to my Earth Science class anymore considering I have zero interest in it. But after all, it is a general education requirement yet I have taken science my whole life throughout school. I find it funny that I am a business major, paying to take a class to learn about rocks. I may not be able to balance a checkbook but I can defiantly tell you the difference between a sedimentary rock verses an igneous rock.

During my first year in college I had to suffer through Archaeology, Introduction to Music and General Humanities. Better yet I still have to take a gym class to fulfill my last Gen-Ed requirement. What is this, high school? I used to feel pretty confident that I wanted to work in the business world, but I recently fell in love with writing. So with my new found love, I applied to the School of Communication at my college in hopes of adding a Journalism minor.

I was excited to start learning something new, hopefully something that interests me. But I was wrong. Turns out the school put my application on hold because my GPA did not reach their required average. Funny right? I never thought that I would let a class about rocks come back to bite me in the butt. If I am being honest something does not add up, literally.

My GPA is not bad, but it is not stellar. Maybe if I took classes that I actually cared about I would be excited to learn and be more motivated. How is taking a one credit gym class going to benefit me in the business or writing world? Since I sat in classes that had nothing to do with my major, I felt that it was a waste of time. Sure I may have learned something interesting but nothing that I will ever think about again.

Now I am in a tricky spot since I wasted my time taking these general education classes that were "required." Here I am wanting to follow my passion for writing but can't because my college thought it was important that I pay for classes on music notes and volcanic rocks. Don't get me wrong, if you are interested in that stuff then great. But if you were a music major learning about foreign investment, you may feel just as lost as I am.

Not only did I have to put my writing career on hold, but I feel as if the money is just draining from my bank accounts. I try to keep in mind that my parents are helping me pay for college, which I am very grateful for, but I feel bad that they are paying for classes that are not helping me at all. No one will ever be able to justify to me why a textbook costs over $200, sounds like a scam to me because half of the time the professor does not even use the textbook.

Since a whopping $24,000 has been thrown away into classes about rocks, Vincent Van Gough and dirt, I am almost out half of 50 grand. I could have taken that money and traveled half of Europe by now. Traveling and physically experiencing life rather than learning about it in a lecture hall would probably benefit me way more. Even though that business administration is my current major and I may not know exactly how the business world works, at least I know that that igneous rocks are formed through the cooling of lava.