Decisions, decisions…

March 12, 2009 at 12:17 am 3 comments

A funny thing about me: I change my mind a lot.

A lot.

Especially about school/careers/big decisions, the important things. I flit from one thing to the next, with this insane/idiotic kind of whimsy. The only thing I didn’t do that with was WLS–I wanted/needed that/had that seed planted in my brain for years. The other stuff, though, this is a problem. I bring this up now, because? Tomorrow I’m officially going to change my major at my college.

…My college where I went through insanely hard anatomy/physiology classes, took tests, and had literally one point away from a perfect score to get into nursing school, and BAM. I tell them, hey, um, nevermind. I do this not once, not twice, but three times. Yep. Get in. Flake out. Repeat.

I know, by the third time, after getting a full scholarship and paying for books (holy shit, nursing books are expensive!), uniforms, vaccinations, and fees…that this shit ain’t happening. (I already hear it all the time: you gave up a FULL scholarship in NURSING school, wtf is wrong with you, you big dummy?) But for some reason that is still on my transcript. My major: nursing.

And I am clueless as to what to change it to. To change it seems to admit failure on my part. That I couldn’t just do it, even for a while. I’m too far along in college to put “Undeclared”. I’m in a sort of academic limbo. I’m at the point of transferring to a 4 year university, but, uh….they probably want me to have a general idea of what the hell I want to dowith my life. Because before now? All I cared about was “being thin”. Ok. Great. Get thin, then deal with life. Because, obviously, being thin solves everything! Candies and sunshine!

Obviously, I’m no good at logistics/life planning. So tomorrow I will march into the admissions office and be all like “I need to change my major. To something else. Do you have a list?”

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. girlslashwoman  |  March 13, 2009 at 1:22 am

    Do Political Science (please don’t)
    Actually, I’d recommend something fun like psychology. Seeing your experience with body image issues, you’d make a good counselor. And then you get to take all those interesting courses about personality disorders (don’t ask, I find them fascinating)

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    • 2. Griffin H. Bat  |  March 13, 2009 at 11:54 pm

      That’s funny, I actually know someone with a degree in Political Science and he…is opening up his own coffee place. I guess it matches up somewhere in there? Heh. I actually thought about something psychology-related. Personality disorders *fascinate* me, too, seriously. I’m currently reading books about them! See, we’re cool.

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  • 3. Tiptoe  |  March 23, 2009 at 10:16 pm

    I was a psych major in college. It is certainly an interesting field, and I’d say many people learn about themselves in the process. A lot of people who like psychology are also into social work. If they offer women’s studies classes, I personally found them to be the most interesting in terms of information and diversity.

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Griffin H. Bat was very, very fat. She had WLS in 2007 and has gone from 314 pounds to 120ish, and often wonders where her mind went along with all that gooey adipose matter. Even with new guts, she still thinks about cupcakes and their confectionary goodness. She feels like a bear that has lost its stuffing, but she won't hesitate to tell you how lovely you are.


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