If you asked me 10 years ago what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have told you that I'd be a nurse.

If you asked me 10 years ago what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have told you that I'd be a nurse.

Many of you reading this already know my mom Jean is an RN. Growing up I always thought I would follow in her footsteps and be a nurse as well.

I started out easy, volunteering at the hospital, which would later become my senior project. Then I was in a program that gave students the opportunity to experience the field.

During that time I had thought I wasn't doing too bad considering I didn't have a nursing degree yet. Sparing more details it just didn't work out.

It was a bummer, but I hadn't given up on the idea that I would go to nursing school just yet. My mom was a big rock in helping me get past the disappointment and to still apply to colleges for nursing.

When I decided on going to ESU I didn't get into the program, but I did have the option to start in a related major and switch to nursing after meting certain requirements.

So I wen to ESU as a biology major and put up with some classes that weren't so fun (like microeconomics-blech), since you don't get to pick your classes as first semester freshmen.

I still remember the words of my Intro to Biology lecture professor on the first day of class, which was also the first thing he said to us. He said that one of three things would happen to each of us (with 84 in my lecture group).

The three things were:

•We did great in sciences in high school and would do great in his class

•We hated science in high school, but could find out we liked it in college

•We did great in sciences in high school, but wouldn't be so great in his class

Day one. That was it. He was already telling us how the semester would go. The first words out of his mouth were a scare tactic.

I won't say which of the three happened to me or how I did in the class, but I will tell you that throughout my first semester and learning more in that class, that I started questioning 'what am I doing?'

I'm not sure what it was, but it dawned on me that this wasn't the area I wanted to pursue and I rethought my whole objective of transferring into the nursing program.

I thought about what I really liked and where I could make a good fit. Then it hit me: silly Kelly, you were always writing things in high school and even before. I guess I just never thought I'd pursue some type of writing career.

So I switched my major to English, took up my concentration that gave me background in several areas, including journalism of course and I've loved every minute. I never once regretted my decision to switch.

I know it's typical for college students to change their majors, but I honestly didn't think I'd be one of them. Well, here's to expecting the unexpected for sure.

My major required us to submit to the university newspaper and/or our literary magazine, hold a position for at least two semesters or a combination. I ended up doing the combination, which was a lot of fun.

So I went from:

Pursuing nursing-changing majors-writing for literary mag-writer to copy editor to news editor for university paper-interning at Pocono Record-working at News Eagle-and now.

It's interesting to think of where I started out and where I am now, writing for you at TWI. It really wasn't that long ago when I was making these decisions.

I can't say how many times I've answered the question "are you going to be a teacher?" along the way, but it's been one of the best decisions I've ever made.

Waters is a staff writer for The Wayne Independent and can be reached at kwaters@wayneindependent.com