College is like the experience that never ends. High school went faster than this. Why is this dragging on forever?
At least I'm ninety nine and nine tenths percent sure what I want to be. But once I declare my major, I'm trapped. I can't pretend that I'm indecisive about my future anymore. I have to answer questions clearly and determined. And here I am, the biggest fan of "maybe" and I want to be an English teacher.
Today in class, my professor asked me a question to which I gave him a vague answer. He called me out on it, demanding a straight answer. I said, "But I'm a 'maybe, kinda' person."
"No, you're not."
Yes, I am. Yes. I am. Don't tell me what I am when I don't even know. I am the most concentrated form of 'maybe, kinda' that I know. I shrug with words more often than I shake my head. I wasn't happy with the judgment. So I gave the most unhelpful answer I could. I said, "No."
Needless to say, I don't think this professor will be calling on me for a while. But goodness, if I thought college lasted a while, that class lasts even longer.
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