If I Were Going to Drop Out, Now Would be the Time

You're a sophomore and reality is like a freight train. Coming at you hard and fast. You're gonna get squished! And you haven't decided what to do with your life! With the train! You are paralyzed with fear of the unknown and the unwanted. And you just want to sit down and cry and laugh at the same time because you feel so utterly directionless. Been there?

Welcome to my life.

When I was a wee tyke I thought, College. That's so far away. By then I'll know exactly what I want to do with my life. Hmm... Well it would seem my wee tyke thoughts basically blew up in my face. Because I am in college. And I do not know exactly what I want to do.

I've had plenty of thoughts, but I'm a far cry from exactness. Maybe I want to teach smelly playground kids how to add. Maybe I want to wear my power suit to a sophisticated marketing firm every day. Maybe I want to teach teens how to use grammar and word choice. Maybe I want to be married. Or maybe I want to be single for a long long while. Maybe I want to drop out and eat a lot of tacos. Maybe I want to live in Barnes and Noble. Maybe there are too many majors for an indecisive fellow like myself!

I have to register for next semester in approximately 5 hours. Which is all grand except those classes I'm registering for are unknown to me. Bah! Things I do know:

I want to be happy.

I want to be successful.

So Mr. Advisor That is Impossible to Meet With, I would like to enroll in the happy and successful program. With maybe a double major in helping others. Thank you very much.

Did I say I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life?