Are you passionate about your major?

<p>I’m a South Korean national who was born and raised in a traditional Korean household in which parents generally exercise far greater influence in their children’s academic decisions than their Western counterparts. This is going to be a long story, but seeing that it’s fitting to the topic, I’m going to present it; if it’s too bothersome to read, skip ahead, though I will try to keep it as entertaining as I can. </p>

<p>My family moved to America for two years when I was a young child. Over there, throughout my brief course of elementary education in US, I remember my whole class doing researches and projects on the Age of European Exploration for a whole semester. I don’t exactly remember why now, but for some reason, I immensely enjoyed that project.</p>

<p>Fast forward a few years, my family had returned to Korea, and I was a middle school student. For second year of my middle school, we were taught briefly on world history. The teacher was absolutely a horrible teacher, I remember; she hardly cared for her students, beat us brutally (corporal punishment is still the norm here) just to keep us from annoying her, and breezed through her classes mostly through a bunch of shabby handouts she printed out from a website. Most of the class, myself included, had to study the materials on our own to prepare for exams and such. And again, for reasons I do not remember, I immensely enjoyed it. </p>

<p>To analyze my thoughts of current and past, it must have been the analytic, puzzle-like nature of historical studies that must have thrilled me so much. There were certain patterns, certain aspects, and certain forces that were in play, and once you find the right ones and put them together well enough, well, you have an explanation of why and how things developed out to be the way they are in the present. However, there was much more than such puzzle-like joy in historical studies; there was the crucial element of humanistic education, the empathy and imagination. I just loved dozing off, daydreaming about how things would have been in the past, drawing the scenes from great historical events in my head, and personally feeling the overwhelming sense of drama that was involved. I could imagine, empathize, and sympathize with what it felt like to have a religion, to believe in a cause, to struggle for them, to try to fix messy situations, to improve things, etc. Such thrill of analysis and imagination gradually soaked my mind so deeply that by the time I was in my last year of middle school, I started telling myself, ‘this is something I want to do for rest of my life’. </p>

<p>The problem was, of course, I was living in a society that doesn’t value humanistic education. Education and career-decisions in Korea was, and still is, heavily focused on ‘practical necessities’, i.e. how much income one will make, job prospect, etc. My family and teachers were naturally unhappy with my decision. Everywhere I went, when I spoke of my future aspiration to be a historian, people either mocked what they thought as my adolescent foolishness, questioned my sanity, or downright browbeat me into ‘growing up and getting real’. Not to mention because my English was pretty good even back then, I had access to English materials about topics I was interested in which is unimaginably vaster than what is available in Korean. </p>

<p>After the first year of my high school, I was sick and tired of this atmosphere. I felt extremely frustrated and bitter at the fact that same people who I expected to encourage and support my decision, my teachers and relatives, were exactly the ones that had no appreciation for my dream. I felt like an outcast within my own society. I knew I had to go somewhere else if I were to do what I want to do and still maintain my sanity, so I started asking my parents to send me abroad. Naturally, the consequences wasn’t pretty. Eventually they complied and my family moved to US again, but those years when I asked for our immigration and our stay in US were filled with bitter arguments, fights, and thorny feelings for each other. To this day, though my family still loves one another and isn’t broken up or something, there are some emotional residues that we dare not to bring up for the sake of not getting back into that mess again. </p>

<p>But the immigration itself, it did its work. The American high school I attended was not genuinely supportive of my aspirations in terms of the social environment, but the sheer resources I could lay my greedy mind on was immeasurable. This naturally had bad consequences of its own such as my mathematics and science grades digging down trying to find an oil deposit somewhere because I’d spend hours reading historical or literary works even the night before exams. However, the high school years in US finally cemented the framework that was my aspiration for humanistic scholardom. Gradually, even my parents, as they saw me working on independent research projects after my college application was over instead of indulging in computer games as they expected from me, they too, realized I meant serious business by wanting to pursue history. </p>

<p>Then came the college. I no longer had to cope with constant disapproving eyes from my parents, and the resources for furthering my studies were right there. My grades soared from what was at best top 30% from my high school days. My professors appreciated having a student who actually came around to their offices to discuss about their class materials rather than beg for higher grades. Again, things had repercussions as I often ended up taking way too much credits than I could handle exactly as how a child left by himself in a candy store would act, but I was happy. Even if the world was coming to an end the day later, I could confide and find solace in having a topic to engage, books to read, and a paper to compose. </p>

<p>And now I’m back in Korea doing my mandatory military service. I wrote my honors thesis, something which seniors usually do over an entire academic year, in the last semester of my sophomore year before departing from the academic life for a while. The conditions of the military service fortunately has been exceptionally lenient for me, so I’m still able to read and do researches on my own to not idly spend time and runt away my mind. I’m getting out of military early next year, and currently, I’m working on my transfer applications to other schools with faculties more specialized in the field I’m going for. </p>

<p>After some point in my life, studying history became the core of personal identity for me. I can’t imagine myself doing anything besides studying history, the first aspect I identify with my own self is as a student of history, and frankly, I feel immensely grateful and satisfied at the fact that in this rough and volatile current that is life, if anything, I still have my scholarly pursuit to guide me and keep me afloat. Wasn’t trying to sound as if I’m some grand, flamboyant prick who’s up and about his own ego (I’m still just an undergrad, after all), but yea, that’s my story.</p>

<p>I am a senior this year and I plan on majoring in Meteorology. I’ve always been fascinated with the weather, and about two years ago, I discovered the possibility of studying the weather as my job. Since then, I’ve never looked back and have been searching for colleges with meteorology degrees and D2 volleyball. I’ve heard many stories of people dropping out of this major because of the difficult levels of mathematics. But honestly I can’t think of a better and more interesting career for me. I love going outside and watching storms. Thunder and lightning are amazing and beautiful and destructive all at the same time. Ultimately I would like to become a research meteorologist and study hurricanes.</p>

<p>I’m a history major, and it’s something that definitely interests me. I read random things about history all the time and have always learned a lot on my own for as long as I can remember. That said, I probably would have majored in physics if there wasn’t something particular I felt I needed to do with my life, which is best advanced (I believe) with as much historical knowledge as possible.</p>

<p>This is a truly eye-opening conversation. I never realized that so many people were in the same boat and felt this frustration. My hugest problem is my father, who raised me to believe that lazy/dumb/unthinking/emotional/illogical (the list goes on) go to social sciences and liberal arts. It really has driven me nuts and it’s hard for me to say ‘I love writing’ without hearing ‘I am too dumb to do medicine or engineering’ in the form of my dad’s voice (if this were a movie, which it sometimes seems like it is)</p>

<p>Basically, I love challenges and I work really hard and cry over B’s (it’s still better than doing drugs). I blame myself excessively and use my GPA to determine my self worth. I was home schooled in high school which I think gave me too much time on my hands, which made me dwell longer on decisions that other people just spontaneously decide. I can’t use my free time properly (i feel, my mom says it’s just that I want to do more than what’s possible) and I am seriously worried that as soon as Cal starts this fall, I will be a nervous wreck. It’s been some time since I had panic attacks but I keep feeling more anxious and I’m not eating or sleeping…what was this thread about again? oh yeah sorry guys. My major. </p>

<p>Well since I’ve gotten straight A’s my dad feels this means I have so much potential and it’s a waste of my mental capacity to major in creative writing or media studies. And he’s raised us to be engineers (like seriously, he programmed my siblings and I and says things like ‘how can you approach this problem in an efficient way…? etc.’) so it’s pretty disappointing for him that I am completely refusing to do what he wants.</p>

<p>I always disliked math. It takes too much time from me, considering the whiz kids I sit next to, and I feel it robs me of my life, which I enjoy living btw. But I wish I could say that I am passionate about writing/media even. I used to like it and say I wanted to be a writer but I just feel a dullness now. I don’t have time to read or write anymore. I couldn’t care less what I study, just tell me the right thing to do and I’ll do it and get on with life. My dad made me hate any social science and still keeps telling people I’ll be a doctor/lawyer. I start school in two weeks and I’m really confused and planning on majoring in cognitive science. </p>

<p>This is a really good step considering I changed my major a million times. I am always wanting my dad’s approval, I don’t want him to think I took an easy route or threw away his money. So now I have arrived at the intersection of the liberal arts (which I am comfortable with) and science (which my dad/mom want). As I always do, which destroys my confidence, I read up on what people think of it and I found after many positives negative criticisms like how it’s all breadth and no depth and you can’t be a jack of all trades and I have no clue what to do with it because I want law school and my dad wants med school. I don’t even know if I actually like the major or not. I love my parents and they have given me everything I ever wanted so I refuse to have them be angry with me. I can’t break out of caring what people think of my major, how this will impact how people think of me. I can’t make this basic decision for myself and I really really really really wish I knew how :frowning: </p>

<p>I feel horrible. This is not how college should feel like. When I made this account, I was so excited that I was going to Cal and going to have the time of my life. But needless to say, I am no longer psyched for college.</p>

<p>You need to smoke a J and get laid bruh^^</p>

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A social science or humanities major is generally considered better prep for law school than a math major.</p>

<p>I think you need to talk to your parents about cutting you some slack if you find something you love at Cal. Life is too short.</p>

<p>The more I think about it, the more I realize I’m not that passionate at all about my majors. Compared to some of my peers I really am not. I’m basically just doing this so I can get a decent job out of college. If I could I’d major in being a rock star. I’d rather be in a great band and put out music and just live that kind of life. Oh well.</p>

<p>I’m going to a university with a fantastic business program. I wouldn’t say that I’m extremely passionate about my business major (though I do like it) but I think it will put me in a position where I have plenty of career options that I will be passionate about, and I think that’s most important to me.</p>

<p>No, not at all. I’m too stupid for what I really want to do. Which is Aerospace Engineering.</p>

<p>As passionate as I’m about to get.</p>