My “exciting” search for the one college I would fall in love with began my junior year. As one who did not care much for the academic life that my peers seemed to relish in, I sought the most sluggish and idle path to finding a college to attend. During lectures on choosing the right college and perfecting my future career choice, I wistfully stumbled through pages of text disorientated. I thought I had time, as my internal clock was always telling me to procrastinate, for the months ahead of me would heed the call to find a college worthy of my aspirations.
I began my college search believing myself to be fit as a video game artist, a major that exists in a few colleges, many of which I had no desire to attend. Inactively, I pursued my future during the months that progressed, doing nothing more than taking the oft-required. As junior year faded out and my senior year came stumbling in, I was completely unaware of the horrors of not beginning my true search for the right place to further my education.
Working as quickly as I could, I began my search for colleges that had the major of my dreams; game art. I found a handful that fit my criteria for a good college; good location, successful students, and an excellent program for my major. One school in particular fit my criteria extremely well. I submitted my application for early decision to Drexel University in Philadelphia. Drexel has a fantastic co-op program in which students are given paid employment to study their respective field under an employer. That is, students would get paid to work a job that they could possibly inhabit in the future. I thought this was a wonderful opportunity to become a body independent from my parents, that is, one that could go into the “grown up world” after college and ease into the working society.
For a little under a month I honestly believed that game art was a bright future for me. My pencil and artistic ability were my greatest allies to be one of the few students selected into the game art program at Drexel. I talked about my decision to be a video game artist to my family, friends, and even my teachers on a daily basis. That is why it must have been such a surprise to many of them when I revealed that I had changed my major from game art to psychology.
My change of majors wasn’t just a shock to everyone around me, it was an emotional shock to myself as well. As I was sitting in my sociology class, jotting down notes indolently, I began to realize that I enjoyed the social sciences greatly. Combining my interest of the human brain, learned from my anatomy class, and my love for sociology, I discovered my fancy for psychology. Using my newfound intended major, I searched for, and discovered every college that fit my criteria. I submitted my applications to Penn State, Rowan, Suffolk, Hood, and my top choice, Lesley College.
Lesley is located in Cambridge, Massachusetts, located near my favorite city in the country- Boston. It was clear that would be my top choice of colleges. Once I submitted my application to Lesley, I waited every day for the approval that I was accepted.
One day, while I was about to leave for colorguard practice, my mother received a call. She yelled my name after she hung up. I rushed to the top of the stairs where she gave me the news that I had been accepted to Lesley with a fairly grand scholarship. Excitedly, I told everyone I knew that I had been accepted. As Lesley is my first choice and gave me a substantial amount of aid in scholarships, I plan to attend there in the fall, and although my options are still open for the other colleges that I have not been accepted to yet, I think my future is now that much more figured out.