Today has been a wacky day.
Tomorrow, I meet with my advisor to make sure I’m on track with the classes I’ve picked out for next semester.
Because I had some free time, I picked out all of my classes last weekend.
And then, tonight, talking to my sweet RA, it hit me.
I’m changing one of my majors.
I’ve been struggling with this for a while now.
And though I love doing graphic design, it will just never be more than a hobby for me.
I’m not sure what the Powers that be were thinking, but I realized that every time something really great has happened, it’s been unexpected.
When I decided to leave the world of Aeropostale and drama behind to be homeschooled, it was the day before school started.
I found out I was to graduate early last OCTOBER.
And I found out I was going to be a Mary Knox McNeill scholar in the midst of tidal waves of grief hitting my family.
So yeah, I probably should have seen this coming.
Anyway, this is all to show you that sometimes, your plans change.
So now you are reading the words of a double-major in psychology and religious studies.
Yeah, I’m tired of people using religion to hurt other people, and I intend to change that.
So wish me luck in my advising appointment tomorrow!