I’ve told the story of my son’s journey to a bachelor’s degree after attending five schools, yada yada, but my daughter is the real badazz of the family. She wanted to be an orthopedic surgeon from an early age. She went to college to major in biology but found out how hard it was to major in a hard science, play D-3 sports, have a social life, and pay her share of living off campus. One day she called and by the sound of her voice and the time of day that she called, I thought that something bad had happened. It wasn’t the worst thing, but it felt like the air left the room when she told me that she had changed her major to English.
My kids grew up in base housing, which was better than I had it growing up, but they had to move and live the military kid life. We transferred and moved when she was in middle school, which is the worst time of a kids life in many ways. She packed her bags though and without a complaint checked into her new school and didn’t miss a beat. Her English degree worked out just fine. She now has an MBA, teaches a college business course, has a high paying job as a supervisor in a tech company, is the president of the PTA, and is the best mom in the world to my grandkids.
Our destination in life is never in a straight path and the college major many times has little to do with the journey.