Personal Narrative: My Pursuit Of The American Dream

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I admit it, college is a scary place. It can be intimidating and even overwhelming at times, especially to those freshmen with bright eyes and a lack of coffee addiction. I get it, I was there once. As I stepped into my first class as a college freshman, I 'm not going to lie, I thought this would be a walk in the park. In my mind, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to get through with these meaningless classes so that I could eventually take on some fancy job doing who knows what and make tons of money. I mean, who can blame my naive self, its the "American dream," right? Wrong. I was so wrong- about everything.
To those of you who graduated with the same major that you began college with, congratulations, you are one of a very small group, and I applaud you; however, this was not the case for me. I changed my major with every remotely serious conversation I had with someone who I thought may happen to be smarter than me. I just knew that I wanted to do something that I thought others would approve of. Again, WRONG. After taking heavy loads of hours and taking classes that made me feel smart, I realized that I desperately needed some easy electives to balance my schedule. A
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Wrong again. We had to *shudder* introduce ourselves to the class. I distinctly remember my introduction because I was so taken back by my instructor 's response. At the time, I was dead set on becoming a marine biologist. So, my freshman self said, "Hi, my name is ____, and I want to be a marine biologist." As I started to sit down my instructor said, "What do you want to do with that?" Blank. I didn 't have a clue, but it sounded good in my head. It sounded like a major based on an equal ratio of intelligence to the equal desire to live on the beach. Honestly I didn 't have an answer to his relatively easy
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