I'm not even in college and I already am wanting to change my major. But it's to be expected, I suppose. I had been hardcore on the Communication Sciences and Disorders path, but now I'm thinking I'd like to spend my life working as a humanitarian. I want to help people. I want to go to the places no one else wants to, the places no one else will go and help those people. There's hurting all over this world, and I want to be a part of the effort to stop that hurting. So I'm thinking that a sociology or international studies major might be the way to go. I could minor in something as well, and whenever I feel like finally settling down in the "American dream" I could become a counselor, or I could go back to school, or sit for my LSATs and try to become a lawyer.
Tonight, a friend of mine asked me why I wanted to do this, why it was that I seemed so sure that this was the way to go. I think that I'm called to do this. It just feels right.
but the part that is slightly harder to explain is this: what I'm talking about is not "missions".
My plans thus far are this: go to Abilene Christian University, get a degree, graduate, go into the Peace Corps, stay there for a while and who knows... if I come back to the states, then I'll try to work with organizations like the Peace Corps, UNICEF, the Red Cross, and others.
My thing is, I just can't picture myself falling into the perfectly laid out, predictable life plan. I don't see myself getting married right away and popping out babies... but who knows, maybe in four years I'll be on that path to 2.5 kids and a white picket fence.
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