As graduation rapidly approaches, I find myself bombarded with questions about what’s next.
“What’s your major,” they say, with wide eyes full of expectancy.
“I don’t know,” as I confess my confusion about the near future their faces change from expectant to sympathetic.
I am a Writing Major with a dual minor in Psychology and English. When I came to college, I had dreams of being a dance major. Dreams that were quickly doused by a practical mother. She was convinced that the life of a dancer was not a steady one, and lead me to the more practical occupation of an educator. I love kids, I enjoy developing relationships with them, and helping them be mature and responsible blah blah blah. Long story short, for four semesters I was an Education major, which I hated. I was so bored, so bored. The classes couldn’t hold my attention, so I skipped them. I thought about transferring and majoring in dance somewhere else, but my mom always encouraged me to be practical. Fast forward past another two semesters of having no major at all, I changed my major. She wasn’t too happy, but at that point I was ready to get out of here.
Now here we are, 38 days away from graduation day and I know what I would like to do. If I had my way, I would teach at a performing arts school, but that has nothing to do with my current major. I love to dance. I’d do it for free, but don’t tell anyone. I have no idea how to even begin in that field. I’ll start by applying to grad schools. M.F.A in Dance here I come.