Changing a major is depressing. It reminds me how uncertain I am about everything, even the things I thought I had all figured out. But more than anything, it scares me. It's just a slap in the face reminding me that at any given moment, something can happen that can be as subtle as the realization that I wouldn't be happy as a teacher, and it suddenly turns my world upside down. I mean, I remember being 7 years old and playing school with my sister and her friends. I'd go through the trouble of erasing old worksheets I did, make copies, and grade them once my 'class' had them completed. I had even made a roster of kids I would've wanted in my class that I knew and made a grade book with grades I thought they would receive.
But now that I have no idea what I want my future to hold, I just feel lost and confused. And sad.
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