I am a current freshman in college. And I have one fatal flaw: I don’t have a passion.
Don’t get me wrong- I don’t mean that I don’t have passion in general. I just am not one of those kids who has known since the second grade that he would be an astronaut, or the whose dream has always been to be a doctor. I have a passion for education: I love learning new things and exploring new cultures. I myself come from a multicultural background, and I enjoy singing. I am already bilingual and proficient in my third language, Spanish. I love to read- I have never once struggled to write a paper or analyze a novel’s plot or a character’s motivation. Although English is my second language, it comes very naturally to me.
So I guess my problem isn’t that I don’t have passion- it’s that I don’t have a marketable passion.
I’ve never been the idealistic type- I’ve always valued practicality. I know that I want to be able to live a comfortable lifestyle in the future. I don’t want to be living with my parents, unemployed when I’m 30, or go apply to work at McDonald’s with my shiny new bachelor’s degree.
I don’t like math, so I could never pursue a career with a heavy math involvement (engineering). But I’ve never had a problem with science- I did well in my AP Bio class and I got a 4 on the AP test. So why not go pre-med? Saving lives sounds absolutely wonderful- and I would be financially secure. I shared my decision with everyone important in my life and they were all overjoyed. Good for you! There’s always jobs in the health field! they said. So I went to register for my freshman year of classes.
Now, before that day, I had a very view of what exactly a college education would be like. I naively thought that for at least my first year, I would be able to take a variety of different classes in different areas and fields and develop a passion or interest that I could develop into a career, even while following the pre-med path. Maybe I would discover that I had a passion for something else after all. (It never once crossed my mind to begin college undeclared- those kids were the ones who had no future, right? After all, I have a plan.) Registration day was a rude awakening. I found out that as a pre-med student, I had no room in my schedule for any “interesting” classes. My schedule was chock full of chemistry, biology, math, and one psychology course. I decided to cut my losses and go ahead anyway- what other choice did I have?
A few months into the year, I am struggling mightily. I am very conflicted as to what to do. I am not doing well in most of my courses, despite spending almost every waking hour studying or reviewing. I guess that could be a part of the adjustment period, but all I know is that when I look to a future full of learning about glycosidic linkages and hybridized orbitals, I feel sick to my stomach. Hard work is not a deterrent- I could struggle and struggle and somehow probably eke out an acceptable GPA- but for what? To then continue on through years and years of school to then get a job as a doctor that I’m not passionate about?
So I decided to actually pursue something I’m good at and, more importantly, am very interested in- languages. I decided that I’d change my plan to double major in Psychology and Linguistics, and minor in Arabic, Chinese, and Spanish. I fully intended to go to grad school and expand on that as well with a higher level degree. An added bonus is that studying abroad is required for a linguistics major- and traveling and exploring is another major interest of mine. But do you remember the first thing I said? I want to have a comfortable lifestyle. Through my own family’s financial struggles, I have seen first hand what it can be like to not be financially secure. And it’s not like I plan on majoring in singing or drama (although I’m sure I would enjoy either.) But I’m now being told that my options are even more limited- that anything outside of a STEM major practically guarantees unemployment.
I tried telling myself that it would be okay if I just studied what I’m interested in, and hopefully career opportunities would make themselves available if I stood out enough, or worked hard enough. But it’s incredibly disheartening when I tell those I care about about my new plan and see the look on their faces- a look akin to the one they would have if I had instead told them that I had a fatal disease. Because the result they see is the same- no future. They ask, ‘isn’t this a little soon to decide that you’re not cut out for it?’ Then when should I decide? I feel like yelling. When my GPA is so low that the thought of applying to med school is laughable? When I’m too far along to pursue another path? After all, I had to ask to go to the bathroom four months ago but everyone thought I was ready to decide the career path of the rest of my life then, right?
So I guess that’s my question and the point of my post- does no STEM major = no future/prospects? I suspect I already know the answer to this question, and if anyone replies to this post their comment will likely read along the lines of other comments I’ve seen elsewhere on the internet- “Now you’ll be able to ask ‘do you want fries with that’ in two languages!” etc etc.
So I guess this is more of a rant. Now I’m in a strange place full of uncertainty and doubt, and I suddenly find myself relating more to Lana Del Rey’s 'High By the Beach" than anything I’m learning. I had to get my thoughts out somewhere and the internet is as good a place as any, right?
-FadingStar97