HIGH school is, unquestionably, one of the most interesting times in your young adult life. At the ripe young age of fourteen, give or take a year, you are thrust into the world of adulthood. Now, I'm not going as far as to say fill out your W-2s  and start on your nine-to-five, but this is the point in your life where the adults around you expect you to act more like, well... adults. If you have a phone, your parents/guardians may want you to start paying the bill in part or in full; if you have any younger siblings, you may be asked to baby-sit them. As you age, more and more of your responsibilities become more and more adult-like. Finally, you hit your senior year, the truest beginning of your adulthood, whether you are eighteen or not. 

            I don't really think I came to understand my adulthood until later in my senior year. I was sitting at my kitchen table, filling out college applications, when I came across the line asking for my major. I had already finished a few other applications, but this had been the one line I had skipped consistently. Now, for many people, this isn't seen as much of a problem; you fill the blank with 'undeclared ' and call it a day, and that's not a bad way to go about it either. However, I knew that if I didn't make a decision then, even if it were the wrong one, I may never decide what to do with my life. This is where I reached a dilemma.