Why I Chose My Major
Have you ever come to a point in your life when you thought that you were taking the wrong major? Growing up I thought it would be easy for me to know what I want to be in my life. I had various characters of myself in my mind wearing various outfits like a suit with stiletto heels and having business meetings with my peer workers. Also, sometimes with the influence of my parents and friends, I would imagine myself wearing a scrub and stethoscope around my neck which I think was nonetheless a costume with powers to save people life, like a superhero costumes. With all those confusion regarding my major, I finally decided who I wanted to be and it was not an easy decision. I desired to be a very cheerful nurse where I wanted to give needy people a helping hand. The first time in the journey of choosing my major, I wanted to become a business woman. In 9th grade, most of my friends were more leaned towards science, and for me science was always so scary and confusing. I used to think science field was only for smart people so I started showing more interest in accounting and financing. As time passed by, I started to take part in national and international
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I had an accounting teacher who was as skinny as a stick and most of all I couldn’t understand what he used to teach me so I had hard time having good grades in the subject and I thought I wasn’t good enough for business field either. The day when my brain showed a little bit of interest on studying nursing was when I got a call from my sister’s school mentioning that she had fainted. I rushed into her school like a cheetah and saw her lying down in the couch. Seeing her in such a condition was terrible feeling and I was hopeless because I didn’t knew what steps I should take to wake her up. And then I thought if only I was doing nursing, I would have known how to make her feel
I had an accounting teacher who was as skinny as a stick and most of all I couldn’t understand what he used to teach me so I had hard time having good grades in the subject and I thought I wasn’t good enough for business field either. The day when my brain showed a little bit of interest on studying nursing was when I got a call from my sister’s school mentioning that she had fainted. I rushed into her school like a cheetah and saw her lying down in the couch. Seeing her in such a condition was terrible feeling and I was hopeless because I didn’t knew what steps I should take to wake her up. And then I thought if only I was doing nursing, I would have known how to make her feel