One Step Forward

Do you know the saying “Take one step forward and two steps back?” It’s a good saying. Those are definitely words to live by. No one wants to go through life making a mistake knowing it could’ve been prevented. Taking the initial steps towards anything is hard. If you’re anything like me, you have an extensive plan before you even think about taking the first step. Society would describe someone like me as a “Type-A” person or someone who is an organized, micromanaging freakazoides. Big decisions require a lot of planning. For many young adults my age, their biggest step forward happened their senior year of high school.

My journey to the University of Minnesota started way back in 11th grade. I was the standard student, dreaming of a school way out of state. Somewhere far away from everyone. Someplace like the University Oregon. I’ve never actually been out there. I’ve never even been to the west coast at all. Furthest I’ve ever been was Colorado and I didn’t leave the airport. I’ve spent all my life in the land of ten thousand lakes and Minnesota nice (but it’s more like the state of passive aggression). It’s a beautiful state. I don’t know why I would ever leave it. I finally decided on the University of Minnesota. It was a ‘no brainer’ and my mom knew from the very beginning, this was where I was meant to be.

My first game (pictured on the left)

When Spat Camp started for marching band, I was meeting new people all the time. One week of 9 hour practices with 300 people, you have no choice but to go out and make new friends. I got the standard questions from everyone like “Where are you from?” or “What dorm are you in?” and “What’s your major?” I would have to stop and think what is my major? I swear a 5 year old could provide a more consistent answer than I did. As some one who has to meticulously plan out their life 1 year in advance, getting asked this question is no fun. It got to the point where I asked myself “What do I feel like majoring in this week?” Majority of the time I said I was undecided. Which is true. But when people try to milk out a straight answer, that’s when it got interesting. I’ve told people a wide range of majors from possibly graphic design to chemical engineering.

It wasn’t until recently I found a career path that truly excites me; becoming a physician’s assistant. I researched everything from programs around the state, average GPA of applicants to other prerequisites hoping to give me a head start. I still don’t know what major I want pursue for this career but I have general idea. Extensive planning can be a burden as much as it is a blessing. What use is planning if you can’t begin the journey? I’ve learned just in the first few weeks of college that I need to trust myself enough to take that first step forward.

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