When I was in high school, I was always super sure about what I wanted to do. The plan was set. I would attend Ithaca College for Journalism.

Then, when I graduated I would work as a reporter or something in Manhattan for my day job, and pursue a career in theatre on my off time. This, to 17 year old me, was the only path. It was the way I had to go, or so I thought.

You see, there was a bit of a problem. As it turns out, while I think it is an incredibly necessary and honorary profession, I find Journalism absolutely soul-crushing. It's a great thing, and I deeply admire everyone involved, but I cannot be one of them.

There were many, many conversations with my mom and my roommate (pictured above) wherein I would cry about how much I hated what I was doing, and how I'd feel so much better in an English major, which was my minor at the time. They would encourage me to go for it, but I never actually did. I think there's some kind of stigma revolving around changing a major, or at least there is in my head. I didn't want to be seen as a quitter, or as someone who knew so little about themselves that they couldn't even pick a major. Let me tell you right now, that is so far from the truth.

I changed my major because I do know myself, well enough to know I'm not a journalist, and I didn't quit. I just shifted. I was in the wrong focus of the right field, and I moved to change that. That's ok, in fact, it's great.

People ask me if I feel I made the right decision. My answer is a resounding "yes". English is something I feel good doing, and it's something I love.

My friends even noticed a change in my happinessauthor's

I guess what I'm getting at is that it's absolutely ridiculous to imagine every high school kid knows exactly what they want to do. Sure, that may be true for some people. Many of my friends are still in the major they started as freshmen and are very very happy. That's great, too.

However, if you don't know, and you're feeling bad about that: don't. Change your mind all you want. It's your life and your college experience. That belongs to you, and no one else.

I changed my major and I don't regret it for one second. I'm studying things I care about and feel passionate about. Making that possible required a shift, so I shifted, and that's all I needed to do.

Best of luck, and keep figuring it out. That's what college is for. You've got this, no matter how many tries it might take to find your right fit: keep trying.