<span style="color:#008000;">Sort of a long, convoluted story so I'll try to summarize.<br><br><br><br>
I graduated from high school in 1991. I wanted to be a barber. I went to hair school, with the agreement to my family (grandfather was gonna give me money to go to college while I worked as a barber) and so my original major was philosophy, because I was intrigued by it. I lasted one semester, and decided that college sucked and I'd rather party and get my own place and move the hell away from my dad and stepmother.<br><br><br><br>
Fast forward 6-7 years. I burned out on barbering, and decided to go back to school. From the 7th grade on, I'd been very into music, and performing music. I decided to pick up where I left off, and major in music performance in percussion. Well, another long story made short, I discovered that all of the time I'd spent not practicing had taken a toll, and that I sucked big time.<br><br>
I'd gotten used to having personal time (read: not in a practice room) so that wasn't a good thing for me.<br><br><br><br>
During the whole thing (including high school) I'd been a student of the Spanish language. I enjoy Spanish music, culture, etc. So, there I was, hating practicing scales on a marimba, and loving my Spanish 1115 class, and kicking ass speaking this beautiful language. I woke up one morning, and decided to follow my heart, whether it was practical or not.<br><br>
I spoke with an advisor in the Modern Languages, Literatures & Linguistics department who was the Spanish undergrad advisor, and one day later I was officially a Spanish major. I poured myself into it, and 4 years later, I was walking across a stage, with a tassle on my hat switched to the other side, recieving a diploma.<br><br><br><br>
I applied for over 40 different jobs after graduation that were related (or semi-related) to my field of study. All were rejected. I had 3 interviews, count em, 3. No go's. My resume is good, I had (have) a glowing letter of reference from my former boss, it's just that nothing panned out for me.<br><br>
(there's probably about 1000 posts from me on the subject if anyone is bored enough to dig that deep).<br><br>
It came to the point that I *had* to have a job, so I went to a deli near to where I live that was hiring. Turns out that there are a lot of spanish speakers there, so I at least get to speak the language that I love on a daily basis. It's not my dream job, and I don't really feel that I've been treated like I should have been, but it sort of pays the bills for now.<br><br><br><br>
Bottom line: I chose my major based upon my heart, and my interests. I love being bilingual, and I hope that I eventually get to work in a capacity where my studies will pay off. And the friggin' $20k that I took out in student loans, but that's another subject.</span>