April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month. I know this because I am taking probably the most intriguing and heartbreaking class. COMM 317–Communicating about Violence and Children.
I have been surrounding myself with tragic stories, at the moment sex trafficking and sexual slavery. It’s for our group project, which by the way my members are AMAZING. Seriously grateful this term for those lovely ladies and the one lone gentleman.
Anyway this post has a point other than to bore you and make you sad.
I’ve been emailing with an old friend I hadn’t spoken to in years and after I told her about school and how I was thinking about changing my major (AGAIN) or doubling up she made fun of me (and after I stopped being a baby and realized she’s right, I am a bit crazy) and asked to what.
Yes, I do like Sociology. Yes the classes are fun and I would enjoy getting my degree but honestly? What the crap can I do with that other than go to grad school and later teach?
When I first went to college I wanted to major in Pre-Med before I realized that’s pretty much just fancy Biology. Why?
It wasn’t because I wanted to be a Doctor and drive a fancy car (although I did always tell myself that the first thing I would buy was an apple computer, heh) but because I wanted to be part of Doctors Without Borders. I wanted to travel everywhere and cure people and make a difference.
Which brings me back to Social Work. I will never major in Biology again (although I do miss it sometimes) because I hate Chemistry with a passion of a thousand suns and I can’t bring myself to repeat the two years I already took in California. But that doesn’t meant that I am doomed to forever regret never being a part of something that gives back. Part of something that makes a difference.
I love Vahid because he supports me in whatever I choose to do. I told him that I was thinking all of this and he replied, “okay, do it if it’ll make you happy.”
Then I told him how would he would feel about moving to another country so I could teach English for a year. “Sure, where do you want to go?”
I might not have everything figured out. I’m twenty-three, how am I supposed to have everything figured out? But I do know that I want to do something. Which I guess a lot of people don’t see about me. I have a crass sense of humor, yes. I am blunt and often will rub people the wrong way, I know this about myself. But I also know that I am not all a negative person, I am not the complainer who is never happy.
I have a good life with a wonderful partner who will always support my half-cocked ideas. Yes he tells me when I am being wrong or when I need to “grow up.” But he is always supportive of everything I do and of who I am and of who I am becoming.
Because this girl? I am pretty sure I am going to love her, even if she still manages to do the wrong thing.
So…I guess now I just need to take the next step and make it happen.