At the beginning of this semester, I had no idea what to expect. My first college experience wasn’t the best, considering I had no friends and failed pretty much all my classes. While I knew this semester would be different, I had no idea how. I honestly had no idea how well this semester would go while I struggled with some classes, specifically my English class which loved to pile on the homework, I didn’t think emotionally it’d be so easy. My first semester of college was filled with anxiety and depression, caused by many factors, but being in college was one of them. At sixteen, I couldn’t drive, had a terrible schedule, and no friends to spend time with on my hour to two hour long breaks. I dreaded going to class and I found any excuse to miss. This semester those side effects seemed to be minimal. I can’t decide if it was due to the fact that I had a better class schedule or had friends on campus with me or if I’ve just matured as a person. Probably a combination of the three.
It took a semester of college for me to figure out how much I’ve grown as a person, sometimes it takes a do-over and you handling a situation differently for you to realize how far you’ve come. I would never have imagined coming this far in my life this fast. People tell you things get better, and they do. Even though things aren’t perfect, I still struggle and still have some of the same bad habits. Like doing all my homework the night before, like I currently am, but things are still better like they promised. Which I know this whole thing makes me sound very cliche but if I had read this way back, my first time around in college it may have helped. Not that anyone will be in my same situation, but if they are it could help.
At one point in my life I wanted to be a vet. That was around the time that I was four, when I was in fourth grade I still wanted to be a vet. I distinctly remember having a babysitter ask me “what do you want to be when you grow up?” and I confidently responded “I’m going to be a vet.” This is when she told me “My little sister wanted to be a vet, up until she was in third grade, she was so set in her ways.” I had to argue that since I wasn’t in third grade anymore it was past my time to give up on being a vet.
Around the time I was in middle school is when people started questioning me further. “Are you sure you really want to be a vet?” “Do you think you’d even make a good vet?” At this point in my life the only thing I could see myself enjoying was being a vet. Not because the job appealed to me, but just because I liked animals. I couldn’t see myself doing anything else, like a desk job or any other “normal” job.
In my early high school years I was confronted with more opposition. Even being told “You won’t make a good vet.” I got people suggesting I become everything from a teacher to a lawyer. My senior year of high school I joined my school’s speech and debate team. Where I got asked over and over again by my opponents, parents, and various coaches if I was planning to go to law school. At this same time I was taking AP Macroeconomics, where I somehow understood everything beyond the measure of my peers. Economics was oddly enough where I thrived, which was completely unexpected.
Even after I graduated I told people I was going to attempt to get into vet school. It wasn’t until I started my first semester of college that I finally knew what I really wanted to do with my life. I’d major in economics and attempt to get into law school. My whole life I didn’t want to change what I wanted to do because everyone was telling me I was going to. Once I got over that fear I realized that being a vet wasn’t going to make me happy in life. I had to decide my career for myself even though it took me a little longer than usual. It’s okay if it takes you a while, you’ll figure out what career you want to do eventually.