I have been a Political Science major for 3 years now. When I chose it, my mom told me that I was choosing the major because I didn't want to make a real decision about it. I think maybe she was right.
In my senior year of High School, I took a Law class and participated in Mock trial. I was good at it. I thought it was fun, and it made me want to think about people's rights. My senior year I wrote college entrance essays about how I wanted to change the world.
With college came humility. I went from being a straight A student, to struggling to make Cs. I have failed classes; I have struggled. There have been times when I didn't know if I was going to be allowed to return to Davis the next quarter. There is nothing like the fear of letting your dreams go and disappointing everyone who believed in you.
Each quarter, I am never quite sure if I will be on academic probation, or if I will squeak by. I hate the uncertainty. Maybe things would be better if I enjoyed my classes more, but I don't.
I dread my major classes. I wish I had chosen some other major, but I have come so far on this path. I feel trapped.
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