Choose a College Major Because You Love It, Not Because You Feel Obliged

When I was two years old, I took up coloring constantly, loving crayons, markers, pens, and anything that would make marks at my discretion. I got in trouble for drawing in the dark corners on my bedroom walls in permanent orange marker and dipping my fingers in paint, but what's a spank or two for creating art?

Maybe my early interest in art decided the rest of my life from there on out, whether I knew it or not. Or perhaps I was directly influenced by my father, an artist. Whatever made me do what I'm doing now, I don't care. The fact is that I'm in college majoring in design and music, the two things I love and the two things I can see myself doing for the rest of my life.

But sometimes you don't realize what is right in the palm of your hands, and that might cause a problem, especially for maturing teenagers, getting ready to further their education and dreaming of a career and a successful life.

My interest in drawing never ceased from the day I started using pens and pencils and any other utensil capable of drawing, but as a kid I knew it was a fun thing, and adults don't have fun, do they? My biggest dream when I was a kid all throughout elementary school was to become a doctor. It sounded good. It looked good on television. And hey, I inherited the smart genes, so studying to be a doctor didn't seem so complex at my young age. When I was four years old, I told my oldest brother's history teacher that I wanted to be an astrophysicist. When I had her as my history teacher twelve years later, she shared that memory with the whole class. Boy, how embarrassing.