For those of you who are overwhelmed with the sheer number of choices that you have in choosing a major, let me tell you: I was right there with you. As a high school student, I had absolutely no idea what single area of study I wanted to pour the next couple of years of my life into. For me, it wasn’t that I was not interested in anything –– it was that I was interested in everything. I loved reading, writing, science, art, music... you name it.

All of my life I had been known as “the artist,” so throughout high school, I was convinced that I was going to go to art school. I was considering Rhode Island School of Design, Pratt Institute, and Academy of Art, among others. I thought I was going to major in illustration. But one Advanced Placement class in 2-D Studio Art completely changed my mind. I still love art (both making it and appreciating it). I just realized that I did not want to go to school for it. That was my senior year of high school. After this realization, I felt lost. I had been banking on art school for so many years. Now it was halfway through my final year of high school, crunch time for college applications, and I had no idea what I was going to do.

I applied to two colleges that I felt like I could grow in, Biola University (woo!) and another Christian college on the west coast, and was accepted to both. Though, I ended up going to community college for two years where I was able to more fully explore. I considered journalism, photojournalism, psychology, environmental science, even law or government, and eventually I decided to major in communication studies. I realized that what I loved most about all of this education was the ability it gave me to connect, communicate with, and help others. I loved learning about human relationships and felt that, though this discipline was broad, it would give me the skills to effectively communicate with/help others in any field that I may later choose.

To date, I have loved every single communication professor I have ever had, whether at my community college or here at Biola. Yet, a couple weeks into my first semester at Biola (my third year in college), I changed my major to anthropology. Ever since taking cultural anthropology during my first semester in college, the study had been in the back of my mind and heart. There was just something about it that struck me. I realize that it was the underlying principles of anthropology that pulled me in. Anthropology emphasizes the idea of really getting to know people for who they are, rather than who we decide that they should be. Put most simply, it is the study of people and their culture. It is an empathetic discipline, and that is why I love it.

It took me about half of my college career to figure out my major. If you are undecided, it is okay! Explore! Explore extracurriculars, take classes/go to events that interest you, and reflect on the things that are most important to you. It truly is okay not to know what you want to do for the rest of your life. After all, our future is in God’s hands and He has always had a plan. One of the most reassuring pieces of advice I have had the pleasure of receiving is to never quell any one of your passions, whether that be two or two hundred. God gave you these –– and for a reason. I am so very excited for you and the things you are going to do!