Identity Crisis

I figured I would follow my assignment up with a life update.
The first week of school was bananas. Between my 17 credit course load and my books trickling in via FedEx, I have been struggling to acclimate myself to the alternate universe that is college. My classes are much more work than I imagined. Not more than I can't handle though. My high school rocked and I'm definitely prepared. I just wish I had a better idea of what I'm doing.
So far being a biology major is less than stellar. If there are any other college freshmen out there reading this, let me offer some advice: do not do this to yourself. If you're a science and math person, do science and math. If you're prefer the humanities, pursue a major in that field. Do what you love. Don't force yourself to be something you're not because someone else told you you had to. And I understand that a lot of you are choosing a major based on future job security. Don't do that either. My sister is an English major. There aren't a whole mess of jobs available for English majors. However, she has two part time jobs, an apartment, and she's the only one of her friends from high school that hasn't moved back in with her parents. It can be done. If you do what you love, and you're really passionate about it then good things will come your way. But if you ever see me in the bio lab and tell me to take my own advice I will deny that I know what you're talking about. Biology forever! Med school what up?!
In all honesty, I thought biology was it for me. I would major in biology, go to med school and become a pediatric neurologist with an epilepsy specialty. As dumb as it sounds, I was going to cure epilepsy. It's relatively impossible because almost every case is different and everyone thinks that preventative medicine is good enough but I was going to cure it.
Now that biology is kicking my butt and my 60's class is making realize why my friends back home knew me as a "history buff," I can't see my future and that scares me. I guess I'm just wishing for some clarity.
If you find yourself with an extra eyelash or draw a blank at 11:11, wish for me. Wish for all college freshmen. We need it.

Sincerely,
Mare