You sit in class and you wonder to yourself, what am I doing here?

I mean, that's what happened to me last fall.

Worried sick I had made the wrong choice, I switched majors from English Education to Criminal Justice, and not to mention classes within a week before Christmas break. In all reality, it was only because I am a gut person. Go with your gut, they say. Do what feels right for you!

So I did. Was I right? Not a chance.

In high school, especially when our graduation date became more of a reality than a dream. All your teachers, peers, and family members asked the same thing, "So what are you going to school for?" At first, I had no idea. I did a little thinking about it, and thought, well, maybe teaching would be fun, and ( as a bonus) I know I will have a job where ever I go.

After high school, I decided I wanted to join the military. I had passed the background checks (piece of cake... unless you've committed a felony), so all I had to do was pass the medical part and I would be on my way to basic training by September. I knew I was healthy.

Almost to the finish line. I had passed literally everything. Except, there was one small detail. My ears. I failed the test, so they asked me to go home and get them cleaned (sometimes it affects how much you hear) and come back Thursday. I went back Thursday with confidence. My ears were clean, and I was ready to be sworn in. Well, my ears had another plan in mind. I failed. I was out on a waiver and sent home.

Long story short, I found out I had hearing loss, and then was denied for a waiver. Kissing goodbye any hope of a break in my tuition and serving my country, I packed up my bags and went to college, still.

I was depressed, honestly. I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to do. I just knew I had to just "stick it out" and go to college. Like every other average American.

First semester wasn't what I had hoped for. It was, well, harsh. Nothing short of a wake up call.

I went through Spring semester thinking I knew what I was doing and that I was doing the right thing. Still going with the gut feeling.

After that first year, I literally had no idea what or where I was going with my life, and I knew I had to figure it out. Because we're all supposed to know, right? Wrong.

Even though I took a semester off of school, I still am highly unaware of what I want to do with my life. Guess what everyone?

It is okay. 84% of students change their major at least once. At least. There are some exceptions to this, some people do in fact know exactly what they're going to do with their life. Good for them.

But for all you who have no idea, it's going to be okay. Take that time off to focus on yourself, or take a class not required by your major, what if basket weaving is your calling? There is no right, or wrong in the world. Just make sure you are happy. If you realize after your junior year that you messed up, and want to do something different, GO FOR IT! It's all you. It is a wonderful thing to know we have choices, so why not dream? Why not explore our options?

Go out there and be amazing. Whether it is serving our country, or teaching in a classroom, or running audits all day. Do what makes you happy, and you will never be wrong.