I was sitting in my 3 pm class just staring at the professor wondering why I was even there. It felt like whatever information he was saying was going through both my ears and just clashing with each other and not making one concrete sentence. I didn't know how to create a program that would find the most popular baby name out of over 200 in a hospital. There wasn't a how to or a step by step on how to create this program. Everyone just seemed to know what to do except me. I felt like a complete failure. Here I was, in the second semester of my second year, about to be halfway done to obtaining a degree in Computer Science and I didn't even know how to create a simple program that somehow everyone was able to do.

When I was applying to the university, I actually put down Psychology as my major. But then I found out what the beginning annual salary was for someone with a BA in Computer Science. It was the same amount as the highest salary earning for someone with a degree in Psych. That was my first mistake in thinking that I would be able to actually be like those smart people who were actually interested in computers, software, apps, and video games. I made myself believe that I would be amazing and after graduation would move to Silicon Valley. But that just was not for me. I should of realized into my second semester of my first year, when all the basics were over and I actually had to start creating programs that were calculating how many nickels or pennies were in $5.37. My fellow classmates were so into it and knew what they were doing and I felt embarrassed. I was ashamed and never talked because I was afraid that I would say something wrong and they would know that I wasn't like them. I didn't have any friends that had the same major as me for fear that they would ask me something I had no clue about. Programming was just something I wasn't passionate about and that wore me down for the next year, until I decided I was done. It was not easy. I was scared to tell my parents, especially my mom who said she didn't want me to be one of those people who constantly changed majors in college. I was also worried that I wasn't going to graduate in 4 years but more. But when I told my mom, she said you do what you want but just make sure you do what makes you happy. And what made me happy? Majoring in Psychology.

I realized that what I actually wished to learn was Psychology and all of its components. What I liked the most was being able to work with children and adults. What goes on in their brains, not what goes on in a computers program. Maybe the salary won't be amazing as a programmer's but I know that what is actually important is my happiness. I want to be happy in the near future with my job. I want to be able to wake up with a smile on my face because I love what I do instead of dreading my workspace. And who cares if I graduate in 5 or 6 years instead of 4. The only opinion that should matter is my own and no on else's.