Those who can't...

When I was little, if you'd asked me, I would have said I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. But by the time I enrolled in college, I had changed my mind, a little. I initially started school as a theater-education major. One class in and I decided that wasn't the major for me. So I switched to communications and then psychology and then English and then Education again. But a semester before graduation, the Dean of the Department called me into his office and explained that I could actually switch my major one more time and graduate only a semester late. When he looked through my credits (having transferred colleges), he said that I actually had more writing classes than anything else. No matter the major, I had taken an "elective" writing class every semester. Something that I had always seen as a hobby, something fun to do on the side, had remained the only constant in my entire transitional college career. So in December of 2001 I earned a B.A. degree - English with a concentration in Writing and a minor in Psychology. Essentially a very expensive piece of paper that entitled me to do exactly what I was doing - writing, with the added bonus in knowing some psychological concepts and disorders. Since I had no desire to write for a newspaper or magazine, I had to reexamine my employability and decided to start school again, earning a teaching certification for grades 7-12th in English. And now, on a daily basis, I am a little bit of every changed major along the way. An actress, convincing students that "The Odyssey" is still relevant and interesting today. A communications specialist translating teenage-speak into literary concepts and ideas. A psychologist analyzing mood swings and cliques to help my students navigate the horrors of middle and high school. And of course, a writer - taking it all in along the way.