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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8 Reasons Why My Dad Is the Most Important Man In My Life

Forever my number one guy.

Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.

7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

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I Took the MCAT and This is What Happened

The MCAT is one of the hardest things I have ever completed in my life, and I still do not know if I passed.


I started studying for the MCAT during winter break, December 2018, and then I sat for my test on April 13, 2019. Going into my test, I was very nervous. I was scared that I would be late for my test, so I showed up an hour before the doors even opened. I was worried that I would get too hungry during the 8 hour exam, so I brought my whole fridge along with me. Basically, a lot of worrying was going on. However, I began to calm down as all the positive messages from friends and family starting rolling in before I walked into my testing site. Their positive vibes soothed my anxieties, and actually gave me some confidence as I walked into the exam…Then the first section began. The first section one tackles on the MCAT is chemistry and physics (C/P). Though this section had never been my strong suit, I have been able to do okay due to my strengths in chemistry (not so much in physics). Then, the MCAT royally screwed me over by making this section basically all Physics. It wasn't enough that physics passages give me the worse anxiety, but they were so calculation filled that I wasted so much valuable time trying to do math. It got to the point where I just guessed on most of the math questions to get to questions I had a better chance of answer.

I took my ten minute break and felt more exhausted than I ever have in any of the previous practice full lengths I've taken. Thankfully, the next section is CARS, critical analysis and reasoning is my favorite section – and I blew through this with no problems. It was kind of a nice break after the roller-coaster that was the C/P section.

By the end of CARS I was starving and so very thankful for the thirty minute break, but for some reason (because I was scared of running out of time) I went back to start the next section, biology and biochem (B/B), after only 15 minutes. Thankfully! It wasn't the worse decision because the B/B section was not off standard from what I was used to. I actually found many questions to be very straightforward and easy, which is kind of scary.

Finally, my 8 hour exam day was almost over. I just had one more section, and it was the one I was least worried about, Psychology and Sociology (P/S). As a psychology major, I've had to do the least studying for this section, but the MCAT threw things at me that I don't even know how to process. I would read some questions and immediately think of an answer, only for the answer to not be any of the answer choices. I'm really nervous to see how my results turn out for this section next month.

In the end, I put a lot of hard work studying for the MCAT. It is definitely an intimidating task, but it is very much achievable with organization, determination, and large amounts of caffeine. Now starts the dreaded one month wait till I get my results!

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