Casey+C’s+OpEd+Article

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Ever since we were little kids, people have been asking us what we want to be when we grow up. Some proclaimed that they wanted to be an astronaut, others aspired to be a firefighter, a few aimed to be the president, and some of the really ambitious even strived to be a superhero. Ever since we were little, we always had answers to this seemingly simple question, but now that we are presented with the opportunity to actually pursue our dream careers, the decision no longer seems as simple.

We all have one more year, one more year until we receive college acceptance (and unfortunately some rejection) letters and are left to officially decide where we want to go, what we want to major in, what path we want to take. How are teenagers supposed to know what will make them happy for some 20, 30, 40 plus years to come? How are they supposed to be able to choose a major when this decision essentially goes hand in hand with what they “want to be when they grow up?” Though we try our best to deny it, we are all still very young: we are minors with curfews that are financially dependent on our parents, and although this is 'MURICA, we still do not quite have the complete freedom that we hope for. So unless you are Raven-Symoné and have the power of seeing the future, I do not know how one so young is supposed to make such a significant decision. "I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious" (Albert Einstein). I have, unintentionally, run my life by this motto. I have never been a great decision maker; I would rather just do everything that is humanly possible, even if it meant losing sleep, in order to avoid cutting things out or missing an opportunity. I have played sports practically my whole life and I was only able to choose the one that I like the best last year. When I was faced with the challenge of setting my schedule for junior year, I could not decide whether I wanted to take honors math, science, or the American Experience, so I took them all. When I had a bagel this morning, I could not decide which cream cheese I wanted to use, so I used a different flavor for each half. So, it seems that I am set up for disaster when I actually have to make life shaping decisions next year like where I want to go to college or even worse, what I want to major in. Of course one can enter college as an undeclared major, but that raises additional issues for successive years to come if I would have to switch schools for my major or if I would not have enough credits for that particular field of study. I have been able to get through most of my life without specifically choosing one thing that I am good at, but unfortunately it seems that this period of choosing what we want to be when we grow up is rapidly coming to a close. To all of you out there who know exactly where you want to go to college and what you want to do with your life, I commend you, but for me, it took me long enough to choose what topic I would write this OpEd piece about (ironic enough that it was based on indecision), I honestly do not want to know how long it will actually take me to choose between myriad colleges with prolific majors that could all determine my career path. I spent my whole childhood wishing that I was older, but now all I wish is I could go back to where I could be everything and anything all at the same time.