Picking a Major Is Like Picking Your Nose, No One's Going to Do It for You.

I've always been a "go with the flow" type of guy. Put me on a river and I'll float as far as it will take me. After I completed high school I was left with no river to float down, though. People were no longer telling me exactly what to do and where to go.

(Photo a co-worker took on my last day at GameStop)
So, with little direction to guide me, I took a year off after high school and entered the work force. A family friend named James hired me on at GameStop, a retail gaming store. I was content working around one of my favorite things; video games. It took only a year and a half for the monotony to start creeping in, though. I no longer wanted to work a 9-5. 

Luckily my best friend Collin went to Armstrong State University. He was eager to host me for a weekend. When I visited, I immediately found the new river I wanted to float down. I returned home, applied to Armstrong, and when I got the acceptance letter, I quit my job. I started in the spring of 2015. I lived with my best friend and soon fell into the groove of college. After my first two years though, I ran into another issue. I was still floating on my river, but now it was splitting into multiple paths. I had to choose which direction to go. I had to choose a major. 

(Photo of me in my new home, the Writing Center)
This presented a daunting task. Just a few years ago I had to ask permission to use the bathroom, and now I was supposed to decide what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I found it incredibly hard to choose. My advisers would say "What classes are you good at? Pick that as your major." The trouble with that was that I was exceedingly mediocre at all my classes. "Which classes do you enjoy sitting in the most?" my mother had asked me. “None of them,” I thought, I'd rather be sleeping or eating. "Choose something open ended. Choose a degree that can be used for anything, that way you have options," a friend suggested to me. Finally, a suggestion that resonated with me. I consulted with my adviser and I decided on English Professional Communications. 

From what I can gather, almost every company or institute has to communicate internally and externally somehow. I have no idea where I will fit in that equation, but I know that I’ll be needed. With a degree in Professional Communications, it seems that I have endless rivers to choose to float down.

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