I want to love my major. Every single person around me seems to be so completely infatuated with their major that I can barely stand it. It seems like all of my decisions up until this very moment have been so pragmatic and out of utility. I became a psychology major because I understand psych and it would lead me toa lucrative career later in life. My cousin, for instance, just because a freaking Superintendent and her course of study is the one mine is currently modeled after. She’s going to make so much money it’s not even funny. She gives cars as gifts, it’s sickening. Oh, she’s 34. But she loves psych, she loves what she does.

I look at other women in my life. the Besite and the Mistress. the Bestie’s main concern is choosing a major that will make her money. She doesn’t even like what she studies. Not a single course. She changes her major the way you and I change panties. Everyday she calls me and tells me how much she detests school and can’t wait for it to be over so she can make her money. Money, money, money. That’s all that keeps her going. Then I look at the Mistress. It isn’t my place to tell you what her major is, but suffice it to say that most people look at it and their immediate reaction is, “What are you going to do with that?”

But you know what? She loves her major. Classes aren’t a chore, because it’s like they were made specifically for her. I want that.

The funny thing is I can have it. I’m absolutely in love with the Media Studies major. It’s like everything I’ve ever cared about all rolled into one pretty course of study. But it’s one of those majors where it isn’t immediately obvious the post-graduate jobs open to you.

So, I’m stuck. Do I stay with psych? Do I apply for advertising like I originally planned, hope I get in and still study something I’m not completely in love with?

Or, do I apply to switch into Media Studies, fucking love what I study, and rest a little less easy about my future?

Le sigh.