New Life Plans

Well, in the last three days I have completely changed my plans for the next four years and my life. It all started with an encounter with the wicked witch of the Education department at BYU. I went in to ask if I could defer my admittance into the education program while I am in Africa, and she said "No we'll drop you and you'll have to reapply." And I explained to her that some of the classes I hoped to receive credit for while in Africa were education classes, namely the multicultural education class and that I would read all the material and complete the assignments but not be in the class, and she said, "We're teaching you how to teach in America." And apparently it's more important that I participate in the class discussions for this class than actually going out and practicing what I learn in an actual school. Then she asked me what my major was and informed me that it no longer exists because they dropped it in December. I told her that I had gone into talk to a counselor at the beginning of the year for this very concern and she had told me not to worry about it. I also told her that I had declared this major my Freshman year and had been accepted into the teaching program in February and no one told me my major didn't exist, I didn't even receive a courtesy email. She said that I couldn't continue it because I didn't apply, so basically the last two years of college have been a waste. The entire time she was very condescending and unsympathetic, and I was very angry. I thought some of the meanest things that have ever run through my head and couldn't help but radiate hatred towards this woman. Unfortunately when I'm angry and try to speak I end up crying so I couldn't even defend myself properly. She told me, "Don't worry, everyone leaves this office crying." I wanted to scream, "What is wrong with you!?!" She said she would get back to me in a few days and I thought I knew where she could go. So on the walk home I calmed myself down, made a resolution to channel my emotions more productively in the future, and decided that this was exactly the push I needed to do what I really wanted to do. I began to remember how I didn't really want to be a high school teacher all that much, but was only going to do that before I got my doctorate and became a professor. I also realized that I hadn't been looking forward to education classes at all, and that they would take two years of my college career that could be better spent in classes I would be passionate about. I also recalled how much I hated every person I and ever met in the education college and that I absolutely loved people in the international and humanities department. After adding all these together, and researching everything out for about three days, I've decided to change my major to Humanities with a history emphasis and an International Development minor. Then I will get my masters in International Education Development. With this I will work for Non-profit organizations and be a part time professor while I get my doctorate and then be a Humanities or International Development professor. I feel really good about all this and although I won't have a job ready for me as soon as I graduate, I also won't limit myself by such a narrow major. And my trip to Africa fits perfectly into what I want to do for the rest of my life. I don't really plan on living in America much, and I get to do some, thing that I'm truly passionate about. I'm so thankful for that old hag. I went and talked to an awesome girl in the Humanities advisement center who is doing working on her doctorate in International educational and was a humanities major and she gave me a lot of advice and confirmed that I was on the right path. I left her office jumping for joy. It was definitely a nice contrast to crying. So right now I'm thinking Africa, mission, and then two more years of school before I graduate and then a year and a half more until I get my masters so I'll be at BYU forever, and I feel pretty good about it. Then conquering the world through brainwashing, I mean education.
Oh, I didn't get EFY after all, which surprisingly isn't that sad. I'll still be at BYU until mid-June and then back to AZ for two and a half months before Africa. That gives me enough time to go back to my waitressing job, spend time with Ben before his mission and go to church with Kim. It will be great. Everything works out for the best.