To The Professor Who Altered My Life Path

To The Professor Who Altered My Life Path

You made me realize that it's okay to change my mind about my future.

It's never unusual for someone to change their majors more than once when entering college. In fact, there's so many ways in which people can go from one major to the next. Some apply to colleges undecided about what they want to do, some may jump from major to major until they find what best suits them, or some have this whole plan set for themselves in a major they're confident about.

When I applied for colleges as a young senior in high school, I was one of those students who set this big plan for themselves with every single step planned out for the next four years. It was such a particular and intricate plan that made me believe that I would be able to accomplish this. This isn't pretty abnormal for someone who attends college right after high school considering the amount of attention that goes into the college application process. In fact, I'd argue and say that this is the ideal, that to know what you want to study for the next four years and (eventually) get a career in this would be worthwhile.

The only difference for me was that I chose a major I had zero confidence in.

Science was never my strong suit at all, even when I was in high school. I always found it to be too complicated and intimidating, as if it was written in a foreign language I couldn't understand. And no matter how much I studied and looked over the material before any exam, I always felt lost and discouraged. Along with that, even subjects like Math would stump me similarly. My forte has always, and still does, revolve around literature classes. And quite frankly, I've always found it easier and more interesting writing an essay or reading a piece of literature over memorizing formulas and knowing scientific concepts.Even though I knew it would be impossible to stimulate any interest to try to learn the material, I chose to become a biology major in the hopes of going into the medical field. And, looking back on it, this was truthfully never a conscious choice that I willingly made considering the amount of pressure I was facing from many people within my own family encouraging me to pursue in a kind of job that would make me very successful. A job like being a doctor was the ideal.

Even though I knew science was never my strong suit, I decided to pursue in it because I wanted to be successful. Luckily in the first semester ever in college, I didn't immediately start off with any science related courses towards my major. My classes revolved around the basic requirements that nearly everyone needed to take with English Comp I being one of those things.

So I enjoyed myself in the first semester as I focused on all the non-science classes I was taking. English especially was a genuinely enjoyable time for me because of my professor. She shared the same enthusiasm I had regarding reading and writing and I felt it was so easy talking to her and seeking advice for nearly everything. It really helped me a lot to adjust from the transition from high school into college as well! The transition from the first semester into the second, however, was a little harder. It was the first time I was going to be actually taking a science course for my major.

Without going into the depressing, really emotionally draining details, let's just say I wasn't having a good time at all when the next semester began. I was ready to take on this science course, I really was, but I was discouraged and intimidated from day one. It was no surprise really, but in that moment, in the month and a half I stayed in that class, I was not in a good place. I still remember the feelings of dread and high amounts of panic attacks I would have.

Remember how I mentioned I took some basic required classes in the first semester? Well that carried on over to the second semester as well and I found myself in English Comp II, another requirement for nearly all majors. I purposefully chose the class with the same professor who taught the Comp I class as well. During my time of uncertainty and dread regarding my major, my English professor started noticing my discontent and unusual behavior and wanted to know what was happening. I spent a very long time talking to her on one particular afternoon and after that, I found myself in the English department at my college, officially changing my major.

It's been almost two years later and I still can't believe I've changed my major. I went from something I felt helpless and uncertain in to a major where I actually feel like I'm learning something and I can be a success. And all of this was never possible if my professor never helped me in my time of need.

So to the English Comp I professor who completely altered and shattered the 4-year plan I had set for myself, I want to thank you for being one of the biggest influences in my life. Not only have I increased my grades and have gained so much skill in writing, but I've become someone that is more comfortable with the thought of continuing my education and pursuing in a career that best suits my interests.

I also want to thank you for enabling me to becoming happier. I've also become much happier than I was just two years ago and I think that's the biggest accomplishment yet.

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For example, I'll be sitting in the lounge with the people on my floor, just talking about how everyone's days went. Someone will turn to someone else and ask something along the lines of, "When are we going to so-and-so's place tonight?" Sometimes it'll even be, "Are you ready to go to so-and-so's place now? Okay, we'll see you later, Taylor!"

It's little things like that, little things that remind me I don't have a "friend group." And it's been like that forever. I don't have the same people to keep me company 24 hours of the day, the same people to do absolutely everything with, and the same people to cling to like glue. I don't have a whole cast of characters to entertain me and care for me and support me. Sometimes, especially when it feels obvious to me, not having a "friend group" makes me feel like a waste of space. If I don't have more friends than I can count, what's the point in trying to make friends at all?

I can tell you that there is a point. As a matter of fact, just because I don't have a close-knit clique doesn't mean I don't have any friends. The friends I have come from all different walks of life, some are from my town back home and some are from across the country. I've known some of my friends for years, and others I've only known for a few months. It doesn't really matter where they come from, though. What matters is that the friends I have all entertain me, care for me, and support me. Just because I'm not in that "friend group" with all of them together doesn't mean that we can't be friends to each other.

Still, I hate avoiding sticking myself in a box, and I'm not afraid to seek out friendships. I've noticed that a lot of the people I see who consider themselves to be in a "friend group" don't really venture outside the pack very often. I've never had a pack to venture outside of, so I don't mind reaching out to new people whenever.

I'm not going to lie, when I hear people talking about all the fun they're going to have with their "friend group" over the weekend, part of me wishes I could be included in something like that. I do sometimes want to have the personality type that allows me to mesh perfectly into a clique. I couldn't tell you what it is about me, but there is some part of me that just happens to function better one-on-one with people.

I hated it all my life up until very recently, and that's because I've finally learned that not having a "friend group" is never going to be the same as not having friends.

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We can't lose touch of the simpler things in life


When I think about how much has changed and how much my world has developed since I was little, I get mind boggled realizing how different things are. I work at a restaurant in the city that I grew up in and I see famillies come and go for dinner every night. They all seem the same. The parents will walk in, check in with the hostesses and wait to be seated. If they're asked to wait, the kids sit by their parents sides playing on phones that are probably too young to have. I understand that waiting can get tedious and boring. By the time that they would sit down, I'd imagine that they would put down the devices and engage in some good old fashion conversation. I was wrong. It made me sad to see kids eating dinners with their families with zero interaction. When I was younger, I enjoyed the quality conversations I would have with my family when we got breaks from our all very hectic schedules. It's amazing how much technology has advanced, but sometimes, I believe that we might rely on it too much.

Seems like more and more things are becoming industrialized. Those "mom and pop" shops are closing down due to corporate companies buying the land. I have enough Walmart and Targets in a ten minute radius from me. Sure, places like these carry necessities are important, but when local Nurseries are closed down in order to build a new gas station, it just becomes sad. As things progress more, the more we lose touch of our roots. The places that make home special and different. The moments we have as a kid that don't involve a light on our face. Modernism is a powerful and amazing thing but we need to take a step back and reevaluate what we hold closest to us.

All in all, as we continue to develop, I will continue to advocate for the simpler moments and the simpler times. I don't think my kids will need iPhones right out of elementary school, I'll continue to visit the same hometown shops and give them as much business as possible, I'll always ask if he kids want coloring sheets at the dinner table. Although these small things might not matter in our everyday new world, they matter to me. I will always try to have so much fun that I forget to document things with my phone. The laughter and memories without the technology present. Those are the moments worth remembering.

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