<p>There are other things to work out as well-- for me and for many others, first year was the time to realize that the major we thought we were going to have and the career path we thought we were set on aren’t exactly going to work out. Most of us got into Chicago because we were among the best at what we did in our high schools and communities… and most of us probably had a lot of positive support from our parents, who told us (helpfully, naively, or otherwise) that we could do anything we put our minds to. That’s how we got IN in the first place.</p>
<p>Then college comes… and we realize we’re not quite as good at the things we thought we were good at, and that there will always be students who outpace us. If I were to travel back in time and tell myself one thing, it would be not to compare myself to the smartest kid in the class. I think I spent more time than one should thinking, “Hey, I’m no good at this subject, because I look at Sally and Jane and how AWESOME they are in comparison to me.” </p>
<p>Sometime in my third year I realized that Sally and Jane and Sue and Bob… all the kids I thought of as brilliantly wacked-out smart, were all Phi Beta Kappa. In other words, I didn’t think about all of the people who were <em>not</em> at their level, and how it was okay to not be at that level.</p>
<p>What was helpful to me in these situations was, believe it or not, talking to my family. Everybody in my immediate family has hit a professional wall at some point, and they all look back at that wall and say, “Had I not backed off, I wouldn’t have found XYZ.” Two of the members of my immediate family hit the <em>same</em> professional wall, and it’s the same wall that my cousin, a college freshman at another elite college, just hit. I reminded her that our family has a history ;-)</p>
<p>However, I’m <em>so</em> happy my original plans didn’t work out. Instead of placing myself in more debt in an extravagantly competitive and stressful field, I’ve found career paths and opportunities that very much suit me and my academic/non-academic interests.</p>
<p>So my general advice to anybody in the icky first-year situation is not to be afraid of changes. It gets better. And you’ll look back and ask yourself why you allowed for so much misery!</p>