Hi everyone! For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Courtney Zaharia, and I’m from a little town in southern Minnesota. I’ve lived my whole life in my tiny, Midwestern town, but I’ve always known I wanted to go somewhere big for college. So, when I found out I got into Tulane University in New Orleans, I knew that was my shot. About a month and a half ago, I packed my things and moved 1,197 miles across the country to start my new life as a college student. Now, I know what you’re thinking, I’m completely crazy for moving that far from home, to a place where I know absolutely no one, with no family anywhere near me. However, I knew that if I didn’t take this opportunity now, I might never take it.
After moving to the Big Easy, things were a whirlwind. I moved into my dorm and met my roommate, who happens to be exactly like me, and my suite-mates, who have quickly become my best friends. I’ve met countless people from all over the country, and even a few international students; just in my suite there’s someone from Louisiana, New York, Michigan, and Minnesota. I started with a full schedule – 18 credits – including two labs, and signed up for more clubs than I can even remember. I got into a groove with school, but found myself feeling as though something wasn’t right. I couldn’t put my finger on what, exactly, but something was off. I found myself struggling in my science classes, specifically physics, and found that I couldn’t devote time to the things I actually enjoyed because of my struggles in physics. The course that brought me the most happiness was my honors colloquium, which includes a lot of reading and a lot of writing. The more classes I went to, the more I realized that this was what I was interested in. I had big plans to become a biomedical engineer, but discovered myself dreading the upcoming hours of science and math. After some careful consideration, and some extremely kind words from a professor, I decided to drop my physics class, and make the switch from biomedical engineering to a double major in creative writing and psychology. Now, I find myself looking to the next four years with excitement rather than dread.
A little back story, I’ve always loved writing. From the time I was about 7 years old, I’ve been writing stories. Between sixth grade and my sophomore year in high school, I wrote my first novel, and I’m constantly looking for the inspiration to start my next one. Right from the start, I was drawn to the freedom and control that came with crafting a world of my own. Throughout high school, I switched my plans to become a writer, because I assumed that doing it for a career would ruin the appeal, but the more I thought about this the more I realized that not pursuing the career could very well leave me with feelings of regret for the rest of my life. I decided that I needed to follow my heart and choose the path that left me feeling both excited and terrified at the same time.
All in all, the past two months have been full of major life changes, but the more things I change, the happier I find myself. I know that nothing is set in stone, and I may very well change my mind again in the next few weeks, but for now, at least, I feel as though I’ve found my path, and I can’t wait to see where it leads me.
Stay tuned for updates!
xoxo, second sister suzie