For the longest time I thought that when I came to college I would want to major in English, and I guess, become an English teacher. Then I realized that English, though I enjoyed it, was not something that I loved enough to spend the rest of my life doing. Then I was stuck, I did not know what I wanted to be. At the very last moment before spring semester began I entered a History class, American History since 1865, and I fell in love. I realized what I wanted to be was a History major. Soon after this I told my mom and she told me that she had always wondered why I had not wanted to be one from the beginning. And then she pointed something out that I had never realized…that I had always loved History and liked learning about it.
I have always been interested in learning about things that have happened in the past and how they relate to today. Now I want to become more well rounded as a history student and hopefully teach others why history is such an important subject to learn. Eventually with a history degree I want to work in a museum or library. This way I will have access to people who I can help teach about the wonders of history.