So, here I am, halfway through my second semester of college, and I am miserable. I don't just mean a little stressed out or tired, I mean miserable. I was crying almost everyday because I was so overwhelmed, I was texting my parents nearly everyday because I was so homesick and wanting to go home so badly. My mental health was deteriorating; I was just feeling pretty hopeless.

I was in one of the hardest majors in my school: Chemical Engineering. It's a hard major, with University of Delaware having one of the best programs in the country. I was struggling... hard. I realized I wasn't prepared to be in a major this intensive and difficult. I didn't take enough chemistry classes in high school and I just wasn't as intellectually prepared as a lot of people I knew in this major.

The first person I called when the thought popped into my head about changing majors was my dad. I knew that talking to him would make me feel better and that he would talk it out with me. I talked with him on the phone for maybe thirty minutes, and in that short amount of time he made me feel so much better and had so much support in whatever decision I ended up making. He told me that no matter what I did, he would be proud of me, which was exactly what I needed to hear.

I decided to withdraw from my chemical engineering class, and I swear I felt instant relief when I did so. Just knowing that I didn't have to go and sit in a class that made me so unhappy really took this huge weight off my chest. I was able to just focus on the classes that I'm in and try and get the best grades I could.

Right now, I'm not committed to any major, but I'm thinking about switching into just chemistry, which is something that really interests me. I know the majors sound similar, but they really are quite different.

I'm just keeping my end goal in mind and trying to make my parents proud.