First, I want to issue an apology. Unfortunately this week I have not met my Monday blog post deadline. I am sincerely sorry to all of my loyal followers and hope you can contain your disappointment. (Okay but seriously I truly am sorry to those who wondered where my weekly post was.) On that note, I also want to add that I will be posting blogs on Fridays now rather than Mondays. It’s just too hard to remember everything on a Monday, you know? They’ll get the best of you every single time. I don’t know about you, but I always wake up on a Monday feeling ready to take on the week and then later in the day I’ll realize I forgot my laptop right when I need it the most. Or I’ll spill my hot tea all over my white sweater. Same idea.
Anyways, this last week or so has been really crazy. I’ve had so much sh*t to get done and a big decision to ruminate on, which is what this post is all about. After a year of being a half-hearted business student, I have decided to call it quits and pursue my true passion: writing. Today, I marched right into admissions and told them I needed to change my major, pronto. Previously, I was a direct admit to the Tippie College of Business, pursuing a degree in Business Management with a minor in Spanish. Being a direct admit, I was a member of a select group of freshmen that were admitted to the College of Business right out of high school, a privilege not given to many. More on that later. But now, I am officially majoring in Journalism and Mass Communication with a minor in Spanish and a certificate in Entrepreneurship. Say that one five times fast.
Growing up, I visited my dad at work often. For most of my childhood, he has worked as a Senior Group Manager for Target Corporation. Although I really had no idea what he actually did– and he was always very vague when he explained it– I knew that when I grew up I wanted to have a job just like his. I wanted to work in an office downtown, have meetings over lunch, and collaborate with others in order to complete the tasks we were assigned. That’s why I figured I’d go into business. I would love to be the boss of people and work together to meet our goals. Actually, if it were my choice, I would be the boss of the entire world. But someone once told me that you can’t really major in being the boss of the world, so I figured Business Management had to do. Being a leader comes naturally to me, so I assumed that management would be a good fit. It wasn’t. When my academic advisor told me about the required classes for a management major last fall, I literally teared up. When I looked into that list of required courses, I saw very few that seemed interesting to me. But I decided to push through, because I figured with hard work and a whole lot of persistence, I could get through it. I took a total of three business classes my first year and didn’t love a single one of them. Yet I loved every single one of my literature/writing/rhetorical analysis classes. Weird, huh?
I’m the kind of person that really cares about prestige, as much as I wish I didn’t. My number one choice for college was a highly esteemed school with an acceptance rate of 13%. I was confident that if I got in, I would go there. I wanted that name on my resume. I wanted employers to think, “Wow, this girl must be smart. She attended _______.” As we all know, I didn’t get in there, and things worked out in my favor, but I still cared about that image. Even though I wasn’t at my number one school, I was still at one of the top universities in the country, attending the business school that ranks in the top 25% in the nation. I was part of that small number of freshmen that were admitted directly, no less. I loved answering the question, “What’s your major?” because I knew that raised eyebrows and an approving nod would follow. I was kind of a big deal, let’s be real.
I had to swallow my pride and desire for importance in order to change my major. I know that journalism is less than glamorous. If I decide to actually become a journalist, it will probably be harder to find a job in that field than in management. I also accepted a huge change in projected salary. I can’t expect to be making a lot of money, especially right out of college. However, with a journalism degree, I can do a lot more than just write. I can go into communications, whether that be within a company itself or in public relations. I can be a news anchor if I so choose. Heck, I can still work in management if I really want to.
What I just took 850 words to say is basically that prestige and image and money don’t matter. I want to be happy. I want to study something I’ll actually enjoy. I feel that I will get so much more out of journalism than if I just half-assed a business degree. When I enjoy my classes, I want to learn more. I want to dig deeper and explore issues that are important to me. I also want to learn how to improve upon a natural ability that I already possess. I don’t care about the money or what my title looks like on a resume. I’m sure that at the end of the road, I would be perfectly content with majoring in management, getting a job as a manager, and working 40+ years until retirement. But I know one too many adults that don’t do what they love. They wish they had studied something else or had chosen a different career. Or there’s the ones who won’t admit it, but they know deep in their hearts that they chose a career path because of its reputation of security, not because it was something that they truly loved to do. I don’t want to be one of those adults. I want to study something I am excited about and eventually get a job that I love. Then, the degree on my resume won’t matter and neither will my salary. I will be rich in love and happiness, and I really don’t need anything else.