I recalled my own transition from high school to college. In high school, I fancied myself as a reasonably decent writer but back in those dim days of higher education, there were no fancy majors that focused on developing specialized kinds of writing skills, like there are today. I could have studied journalism but that was a bit “dry," as I explained it to anyone who was inquiring about what I wanted to study in college. There were so-called “creative writing" courses, but nothing more elaborate than that. Thus, any creative writing inspiration I sought was available only as a mere elective. Consequently, I made a “default" decision about choosing a major and chose Business Administration, which, back in those plain-vanilla practical days got approving nods from my friends' parents and my older relatives.
“Solid choice, Dave! You'll always be able to find a job with a degree in business." I heard a number of variations on that theme during Thanksgiving break. One problem, though: I hated my introductory business courses, especially accounting. Even now, I cringe at the memory of my first ever all-nighter, trying to get my balance sheets to balance as I raced to complete that particularly nasty end-of-semester project. Clearly, I wasn't a numbers guy. I was a word guy trapped by my circumstances and forced into a bad-fit major.