Did you ever think that the same people who only right before college had to ask to go to the bathroom, the very next year would be told they have to figure out their entire lives? I’m talking about going to college already knowing what major you want to pursue. How many people really know by the time that they are eighteen their whole path to a successful adulthood?Honestly, and surprisingly, there are quite a few.

Some young adults know from when they were born, that they want to be doctors, nurses, dentists, scientists, etc, and decide to actually pursue it in college. I personally have changed my mind many times. When I was around 7-years-old, I wanted to be a scientist, but growing up I realized that is not my forte. On and off though, I realized I wanted to write books, but I was told that it is a long shot and will be very hard to make money. Then in the seventh grade, I took my first law class and fell in love.

I went to Brooklyn Technical High School, and they had their own system of majors so to pursue my law dream, I decided to go into the Law and Society major. I spent my last two years of high school finding out that, while the law is interesting, it is not for me. We had a courtroom where we did mock trials and debates, and I saw all of the talented people who weren’t afraid to speak up. They clearly were made to become lawyers or anything dealing with the law. I, however, was not as bold.

Thus growing up, changing my dream a few times, all led me back to writing. But here was the situation: I love writing, but I do not love analyzing Shakespearean text, and as I was looking at the English major, it required many classes that I knew for sure I wouldn’t enjoy. I was about two years in and hadn't declared anything yet. I wasn’t good at science, math, or history. And what I always wanted to do was write. But the English major didn’t cut it because I didn’t want to be an English teacher.

So I went to my counselor who found me my future major: Media with a concentration in Journalism. I told him that I wanted to write, and had no clue that this major even existed. He let me know that all I need to do is get a B in Media 180 and I’m in. I took the class and did get a B, so I declared it as my major, after my third year in college.

Perhaps you're wondering why someone is taking longer than the average person? Maybe they don’t have their life figured out yet. College is all about finding yourself and there is no limit to what you can achieve. Did I think, 2 years ago, that I would be pursuing a Bachelor’s Degree in Journalism? (side note: I declared and completed my English minor as well.) You never know what is going to happen when you pursue your dreams, but I believe all those failures can lead you to a future that is right for you.