{"id":153,"date":"2019-04-01T14:30:49","date_gmt":"2019-04-01T14:30:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.cedarville.edu\/thewritemajor\/?p=153"},"modified":"2020-11-26T22:30:37","modified_gmt":"2020-11-26T22:30:37","slug":"better-than-i-could-have-written-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.cedarville.edu\/thewritemajor\/2019\/04\/01\/better-than-i-could-have-written-it\/","title":{"rendered":"Better Than I Could Have Written It"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>People always talk about \u201cdoing what you love\u201d or \u201cfinding your passion.\u201d Poetic and valid, yes, but the process is not exactly one-size-fits-all. You can\u2019t discover your passion from a Google search. I came to Cedarville undeclared\u2014I had no idea what to do with myself. I wasn\u2019t overly worried, but I was on the edge of my proverbial seat, waiting for what the next chapter in my story might be about. Turns out, the Lord wrote it better than I ever could have.<\/p>\n<p>My story did not begin with Professional Writing and Information Design. I first declared public speaking as my major, but only for a semester. I loved it! Giving speeches was a blast. I realized the power and responsibility held in articulation. I figured that this skill could prepare me for various roles in ministry, and that was my main concern. I wanted to study something of value in which I could find satisfaction and integrate my faith. But as much as I loved the major, it wasn\u2019t right for me. I couldn\u2019t explain it, but I knew my story had something else in the chapters to follow. I wanted a different challenge.<\/p>\n<p>So, I made a big switch to molecular and cellular biology. Talk about a different challenge. I assumed there would be many opportunities in the medical field to minister to people, and certainly it would be satisfying to play a part in bringing people back to health. So, during that full year of science classes, I studied harder than I ever had before. And I loved it! I enjoyed sitting down to do homework for hours on end. I was fascinated by the vast amount of information that I had access to. However, I realized that I simply had a passion for learning, not for biology itself. I knew this wasn\u2019t right for me. I had the capability, but I didn\u2019t have the passion. The Lord wasn\u2019t writing this into the next chapters of my life either.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy weren\u2019t these majors right\u2014especially if I loved them both?\u201d I\u2019d ask myself. I had everything else in place. I had defined my life goals, not just my career goals. I hoped to marry my boyfriend and have a family someday. I wanted to move back home to the farm. I planned to show my family the world just like my parents did. Most of all, I desperately wanted to serve the Lord with my whole heart in my career. But I still didn\u2019t know what that would be.<\/p>\n<p>After a long night of scouring the academic catalog, I saw a program called Professional Writing and Information Design. I flipped to the next major. But then I flipped back. After looking into it a little more, I emailed Professor Carrington and scheduled a meeting with him the next day.<\/p>\n<p>I walked into his office prepared. I had laid out my four-year plan in perfect detail. I had my questions written down. I was ready to make a good, intelligent first impression.<\/p>\n<p>After finding my seat across from his desk and shaking hands, I summarized my situation for him. He smiled. I was on task, going at Mach speed, but he slowed our conversation down. He said he wasn\u2019t so worried about my competency, but about my interests. He said that if I liked it, I would most likely do well. He said that the best students are the ones who like their studies.<\/p>\n<p>I mirrored his smile. I took a deep breath. I didn\u2019t know it then, but I had walked right into one of the most important meetings of my life. I was skeptical at first, though. I couldn\u2019t quite wrap my mind around why anyone would <em>want<\/em> to write. For me, writing had always been an assignment. I had a knack for it in high school (thanks to a great English teacher), but I never practiced it in my free time. In spite of my doubt, the Lord gave me an inkling that I might like it. By the end of the meeting I had switched my major again!<\/p>\n<p>I began my writing classes. \u201cI can see this. I love my homework. I can feel how this will fit in to ministry\u2014I have so many ideas\u2026\u201d I would catch myself saying over and over again. I began to notice concepts from the classroom bleeding into other aspects of my life. Writing classes not only taught me how to write; they changed my mindset. Every word should be considered carefully to accomplish the purpose of the document, just like every action and every thought should accomplish my purpose: to praise God. I knew that I was giving it my all. This chapter of my story kept getting better.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s not over yet, and I wouldn\u2019t re-write my college experience any other way. I gained valuable insights and skills from my previous majors that have helped me become a good writer. Public speaking gave me a respect for words, persuading, and connecting to others. Biology sparked my interest for diverse knowledge and taught me personal discipline to keep the spark burning. Professional Writing has given me a platform to unify those passions into a satisfying practice. I love helping people say what they want to say, effectively. I love simplifying things. I love improving things. This major isn\u2019t for everyone, but it sure is for me. 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