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That's the thing. I *didn't* know for sure what I wanted to do with my life until midway through this semester.
Now I know for sure what I want to do with my life and I'm transferring to a school that offers that particular major. I can't believe it took me this long to figure it out, but it did, and that's that. And hell I'd rather take until 26 to figure it out than be like some people who don't figure it out until their 30s and 40s and have to start over again or worse, who never figure it out.
Now granted, had I known before this semester, I wouldn't have transferred to Wyoming, but I didn't and so I did. But I don't regret my experiences here. It's taught me a lot about myself and given me a lot of my self-confidence back.
I realize you all mean well here, but frankly I have to say I'm a little angry at the sudden backlash. But it's a good kind of angry... The angry that makes me determined to prove everyone who seems to be doubting wrong.
The military thing, ironically enough, relates to this. I couldn't join the military even if I wanted to (though up until my sophomore year in high school I seriously considered joining the Navy) because of my hearing impairment.
Growing up, I had quite a few teachers who doubted my intellectual capability because of that impairment. That only pissed me off and motivated me to prove them wrong, which I did.
If I was still not certain what I want to do in life, then yes, a lot of this advice would be much more applicable, but again midway through this semester, I finally figured out and experienced one of those "Duh! Of course!" moments.
And as for the age thing, I was 26 this fall semester and got two bids during Rush... so I'm obviously doing something right.
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