I'm not afraid of hard work. I graduated from high school with a 3.97 GPA, and I’ve been called a “try-hard” more times than I can even recall. I am far from lazy, and far from the type of person who would choose to take the easy way out—not only academically but physically as well. It is just in my nature.

My first year of college, I immediately joined the Triathlon Club, taking pride in swimming, biking, and running greater distances each practice. One practice, in particular, I swam over three miles, and although I couldn’t feel my legs, I was absolutely elated.

I am already onto my third year of college, and I still push myself to my limits in all aspects. I have always believed that since time will pass, regardless, I might as well spend my time doing something worthwhile; however, this is where I feel conflicted because what if what I deem worthwhile, others deem silly, pointless, easy, undignified, etc.?

Sometimes I can physically see the disappointment and confusion on peoples' faces when I tell them that I am a Mass Communication major. But you know what? I don’t like that language. “I am a Mass Communication major,” as if it is something to even be.

No, my major does not define me, it is merely my choice of study. That is something else in itself, I think people genuinely forget that I am choosing to study Mass Communication.

There is a common misconception that people in the College of Liberal Arts are selling themselves short, are lazy, ignorant, incapable, or unskilled. But let me clarify something, I am not going to be a doctor, veterinarian, marine biologist, pharmacist and a million other things.

Just because I am not going to be any of those things, doesn’t mean that I can’t be any of those things. Do you see what I am saying? There is a choice, and I have chosen. Although, I think my choice is difficult for most people to comprehend because who wouldn’t want a secure job at the end of graduation? A job that will provide a solid 50 or 60 grand a year? That’s the dream, isn’t it?

I’m not so sure.

I’m interested in pursuing something that I can’t even quite put my finger on…try telling someone the answer to a math problem that lacks a solution. That’s what I am dealing with here. I can only describe my future as being on the cusp. It’s the weirdest thing, but I constantly feel as if I am on the verge of a breakthrough...on the brink of greatness.

It sounds confusing, and some days, I don’t even understand it, but maybe that’s the point of a Liberal Arts major—to learn how to find comfort in ambiguity and to learn how to accept that there are no answers in a creative field, only opportunities.

I always knew I wanted to be a writer, even if I didn’t always admit it. I used to write every single night for hours. One time, I told a high school classmate of mine that I was going to be a writer, maybe even a novelist. “Who knows!” I said, “All it takes is one good book, one hit, and I'm off with my career!”

And my classmate replied, “Yeah, but what are the odds that'll ever be you?"

I was completely taken back. Why not me? Why not you?

Growing up, I never understood jealousy because I always seemed to understand that success is not a pedestal for one “elite” person. Success embraces those who let it.

Maybe I have gone off on a tangent, but trust me, I have thought of all of the alternatives. My decision to be a Liberal Arts major largely resided in the lifestyle I envisioned for myself post-graduation. Freedom and flexibility in my day-to-day life is something I refused to sacrifice.

We all have our reasons for choosing the College of Liberal Arts, but ultimately, for me, it’s been about trusting and following what feels right. So, for those who are still wondering what I am “going to do with my life,” I will answer honestly: I will spend my days writing beautiful nothings and see if they turn into something.