On a musty, rainy day at State College, I was mulling over my college-aged existential crisis arising over my future career plans. Throughout my time at Penn State, I waffled between different majors like English, psychology and even film.
Believe me when I say when I picked journalism, it was like drawing a name out of a hat, and the name I got was a thankless, poorly paid affair I had zero experience with. It was truly one of the most random decisions of my life.
I stuck with it â my advisor told me it was too late to switch, after all. At this point, I was already a junior halfway through my spring semester. It felt like there was no other option for me. I had to go for broke.