How I chose my major

I chose my major the way most college students do—a whim.

One of my assignments for my Art History class was to attend a lecture at the Harn and then write a report about it. I loathed the concept of it because it would inconvenience me.  I would have to take a 30 minute bus ride and attend a lecture on one of the very few and far fall days in Gainesville, Florida.

It didn’t particularly surprise me when I enjoyed it. I use to dread anything that was forced upon me outside my own accord.

Almost instantly, I regretted sitting in the back. I couldn’t put my finger on it at the time, but there is something undeniably engaging about listening to someone else’s story.

I can remember wanting to ask questions, but a combination of fear and uncertainty kept me silent.

When I got home, I began writing only stopping to look at my notes.

I knew that I liked writing, or at least that I found writing to be profoundly preferable to math. But I had never told someone’s story. I had written papers. I had written book reports. But I hadn’t written a story yet.

I was enamored with the cathartic-like experience of telling someone else’s story.

So I decided to change my major to journalism without any real knowledge of the profession. I figured as a prior philosophy major, I didn’t have much to lose. (Except maybe the debilitating debt of law school.)

And journalism just so happened to be the perfect major for me. Now, I am not afraid to ask questions. I love that I am constantly learning. I even don’t mind the homework.

Some people find themselves in college through clubs or experiences. I found mine through my major. Changing my major opened up the floodgate of passion followed by opportunities for myself.



I will run a half marathon before I graduate, even if it kills me.

I ran two miles today for the first time in two years.

Somehow through the heaving of my breathing, I decided that I will run a half marathon before I graduate, even if it kills me. (Even if I get last place.)

I have been brainstorming ideas for a New Year’s Resolution recently because I have never done one before. I only have a year and a half of college left, I’m nearly 21 years old, and I can feel real adulthood biting at my ankles (as I slowly try to run away). Some good ol’ New Year’s Resolutions could do me some good. Afterall, I have discovered that I work best when I have specific, challenging goals outlined for myself.

Since it is December already, I figured that I might as well start today because I do have a long way to go (pun intended).

So I’m starting this new category for my blog, called “My Life,” and in it I will be posting about some goals that I will be setting for myself prior to my graduation.

I would love to hear some tips from people who have gone the “couch potato” to half marathon route or experienced runners.