Hey everyone! My name is Morgan, and I am back again to write some blogs for you to (hopefully) read!!
I am a sophomore (credit-wise a junior) here at Fontbonne, and I love it! This is my second semester writing blogs for Fontbonne, and I am very excited to write for you all! Since my last intro blog, not too much has happened… I’m steadily getting used to my spring semester classes, but I’m not sure if I will ever be awake enough for my 8 AM class on Tuesdays and Thursdays… OR will I ever be excited for my 4 HOUR BIOLOGY NIGHT CLASS ON THURSDAY NIGHTS. Now if you ask any of my friends, they are all probably sick of me complaining about my bio class, but to be honest, I doubt I’ll stop complaining all semester ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I’m from O’Fallon, MO (not to be confused with O’Fallon, IL) where I went to St. Dominic High School and worked/still work at my local Baskin Robbins… You will learn that I take a lot of pride in my job at Baskin Robbins and that I love ice cream as one of my favorite foods. I’m majoring in Speech Language Pathology here at Fontbonne. Speech Language Pathology is when speech language pathologists help those with speech, swallowing, communication, and language disorders. Language is just so mind boggling to me because it’s one of the many ways that we can communicate with others. As I take more and more classes for my major, I am more intrigued and I fall in love with it even more!!!
That’s all for this week! I hope you guys come back and read again!
I had no idea what I wanted to do when I first set off to college my freshman year. I didn’t declare myself undecided, but I had my sights set high on Biology and doing Pre-Med. I’d grown up wanting to do something like House did (you know, that show with the cynical doctor whose sarcasm was way too inappropriate to probably use in a hospital setting…) However, that dream fell short when my freshman biology class at Truman State knocked me on my butt. Then I moved onto Health Science and Pre-Occupational Therapy. This seemed more ideal at the time. Less schooling, a secure future, good pay, and a variety of people and places to work, but this also fell short having to major in classes that mainly dealt with public and community health and its administration. I could barely keep my eyes open learning such rigorous material in class. Needless to say, I was more interested in the Pre-OT part rather than the health bit.
Then things changed and I had to move schools. I went to community college to figure out some stuff and take some classes that were paid for already having done the A+ Program in high school. I struggled to find my calling. I even took a business class to see if that would be my forte and… it definitely wasn’t. I wanted to do English because I loved reading and writing books, but I figured I could do that in my spare time if need be, especially since I didn’t want to teach it. Then I heard about Speech-Language Pathology. I had no idea what it was, but I knew it was a promising field to go into. I found out that it had to do with linguistic type aspects and essentially also English in a way with words, grammar, and language. The first class I took here in the major was one that compared the various components of language, and I knew from that moment on that it was what I needed to do with my life. Needless to say, I love it. I may not be passionate about it like people are about art or literature or psychology, but it’s a field I enjoy where I know I will be able to help others and their language. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s okay if you’re undecided, it’s ok if you change your major, it happens. You just have to find what works for you.
Last year, as a freshman I would hear professors tell me that it is common for people to switch majors in life at least once. I had not really believed my professors, in addition to my family members until that happened to me. When I started my college career I thought for sure that I had found the best major and knew that I could help people grow individually in a passionate way. I wanted to become a Speech-Language Pathologist since I had personally gone through language therapy as a child. I could give back my time personally to the greater community and allow other children know that they are not alone when having difficulties. Though slowly throughout the semester I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was off, or uncertain about my life. During classes, especially one of my speech-language pathology classes, I would have those same thoughts, multiple times a day for multiple classes. I knew something was off in my gut but I had no idea what was coming and when I would find out what this was.
Once the summer almost hit, I had a language evaluation conducted right on campus since we have resources available. I received the results and of course I was diagnosed with a language disorder that could not be treated just through therapy. Honestly it is complicated to explain as to why I cannot really receive therapy for growth but it is alright not completely understanding. So upon hearing this news and really talking to one of my favorite professors, I felt devastated, one of my dream job opportunities was being taken away from me it felt like and all I wanted to do was blame myself and blame the way I was born, since this is something I have had since I was a baby basically. I felt alone that entire summer, even though I was the light of the party whenever with friends and having a blast. I felt alone in regards to the fact that I did not know what I was going to do with the rest of my college career. What would I major in? What kind of career can I pursue to hopefully one day maybe raise a family? So many questions and yet no where near able to find answers. I am thankful for my sister to have helped me think through possibilities of what to major in reflecting upon my own interests – helping people. Though through much time and patience, I really was able to find another major of interest that I completely and ultimately feel so comfortable in and actually enjoy my classes. I have a sort of peace within myself now when I sit in classes and sit with confidence — no more doubt. I really understand now what my friends and family meant by how the switching of majors really does happen to everyone – and it is still okay. We are not alone.