Falling On Ice

So I don't know if anyone else has been watching the weather and noticing what's been happening to NWA (Northwest Arkansas), but we've been hit with a crazy amount of ice and snow. Because of that, classes have been cancelled since last Thursday (currently dancing in my head about that, by the way)! Sadly, I've still had to go to work.

This morning, in a rush, I attempted to cross the parking lot to get to my car. The parking lot, however, had somehow been transformed into something that resembled the ice skating rink at Rockefeller Plaza. Naturally, as I'm stepping off the curb, I fall face first into the ice. Completely taken off guard, I first looked around to make sure no one saw, and then I started to whimper. Embarrassed and cold, I got into my car and head to work.

Not long after, I start to realize that that's how I'm feeling lately. Not cold and embarrassed, but like I've gotten to rug pulled out from under me.

I've started second guessing my major. Which is actually really pointless. I'm too far in, too old, and have spent too much money to try to change my mind now. I just wish someone would have told me, "by the time you're a junior in college, you better make sure that what you're planning on doing is actually what you want to do because you can't change your mind again." What I really want to do is become a speech language pathologist. I attempted to get into that program, but GPA wasn't high enough and I would have had to taken a year of blow off classes to raise it, take 2 years of the undergrad program, and then one year of grad school. I didn't want to spend 4 more years at school when I had only complete 2 at that point.

And now I'm regretting it. Hell, I'm even regretting not going pre-med and just making myself pass my classes even if they weren't my strong suit. But here I am, with a year and a half left of undergrad with a year of grad school. And it's not that I don't want to be a teacher / counselor. I just wish I had had more time to figure out everything before I felt like it was set in stone.

I guess my only point here is that things happen, and you have to deal with it. Like my mom used to say, "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit." I can't really do anything now about my major / the endless amount of assignments that seem to be piling up at once. Not without spending way too much money and spending another 2-4 years before I would graduate, anyway. I can't change that this is the path I'm going down, so I need to make the best of it. If not, I'm just going to end up cold and embarrassed.