The end of my first college semester is approaching quickly, and I think I finally started to get the hangout things around campus. A lot changed since the first semester, and I am finally starting to feel a sense of peace on campus. With a good group of friends under my belt—including several other people whose names I should know but unfortunately, do not—say “hello” to me as I pass by in the hallway. Life is good in college when you get over the anxiety and all of the confusion.

On top of making a home for myself, I also learned a lot throughout the past few months. It is college after all and we're here to learn. If that’s the case, then why does it seem as if I know less about my life than I did before I got here? When you first apply to college most people have an intended major in mind, or at least, an idea of what direction they would like to take their lives.

I was one of those people. I had a plan and a goal in mind. That is, until I got here. College taught me about almost everything, except what I want to do with my life. For those of you that are in the same boat as me, here’s a short list of what I do know—maybe you can relate.

I know that I do not want to sit at a desk my whole life.

As I sit here writing this article, I am doing it in an effort to stay awake during my 9:30 a.m. World Civilization class. Sitting in class for an hour can seem like a lifetime. Everyone says that the joy of graduating college is short lived when you have to come to terms with the fact that you are leaving to sell your soul to the work force for the rest of your life. If this is true, then I better sell my soul to something more exciting than staring at a computer screen all day. I mean sure, it would be nice to have an office with my name on it one day, but maybe just for show. Am I being realistic here? Probably not.

I know that I don’t want to do anything with numbers.

My dad once told me that I will never be able to escape math. He said that math was a skill that never went away. Well if that the case, then I proved him wrong. I avoided math above basic algebra like the plague. Of course, I had to take my survey of mathematics class when I began college—which I proudly passed thank you very much—but I could never imagine doing more than what I was required to do. I planned my major around this key factor by not taking economics, accounting or anything that requried a serious study of math. The most math I like to do in a day is to calculate how many calories I might burn by opting for the stairs instead of the elevator—I intend to keep it that way.

I have no idea if I want to study abroad.

Maybe it's just me, or does anyone else feel like suddenly everyone has plans to study abroad? It’s only the second semester into freshman year. We got here last semester. But now every time I turn around someone else says that they will study abroad in Italy during their junior year. This conversation is usually followed up with the question “are you going abroad too?” and my answer is always “I’m not sure yet!” What I really would like to say is “I’m not completely positive where I’m going when I leave this conversation, let alone where I’m going two years from now.” Even though that would be completely rude of me, you can’t deny that you didn’t think of saying the same thing at least once. Going abroad sounds spectacular, but I’m just not sure if all that money is worth the Instagram likes, you feel me?

All I know is that I don’t know anything.

This is just another oddity that I have picked up on as my time as a college student progresses. Essentially, you pay to be more confused than you were before. You take class after class, fulfilling requirements that you’re not even positive are going to matter when you start looking for jobs. I mean, do I really need to know about the agricultural history of the world in order to be a successful person? The world may never know. You go online and see people with dream jobs, and you wonder “what did these people major in?” and “does my school offer that major?”

The current society that we live in is obsessed with the idea of making a lot of money, and the idea of just being a genuinely happy person. But one has to wonder, can you have one without the other? Can you be poor and still be happy? The only way to find out is to test the waters for ourselves, I suppose. Before I turn off my computer and my rampant thoughts for the night, I will leave you with one more small piece of insight. I know that it's OK to be confused—life always has a way of falling into place.