February was the first time I saw the Golden State Warriors play in person. It was awesome (besides the fact that my favorite player was out.)
We bought the tickets before I was even considering going back to Simpson, so I flew all the way back from Iowa to Denver just for this game.
I was NOT going to miss it.
That month after the game back at school was long. Classes were in full swing, we were in the middle of spring volleyball season, I didn’t feel like I was fitting in anywhere, and to top it off, I was missing everyone in Colorado Springs.
I’ve never been a spring breaker… but on my way home in March, I stopped in the Springs to see everyone.
The club volleyball team had a home tournament, so I decided to pop by. My heart immediately ached to be playing with them.
Isn’t it funny how you always want what you don’t have?
I went back to my old apartment with my friend, Karli and we hung out, ate some cake, and drank some wine (that’s the ultimate friendship goal, amirite?).
We went to a friends’ birthday party later that night.
He and his friends had somehow landed this awesome, massive two story house with a big basement. Each floor had a keg and we started on the top floor and only moved to the next when that floor’s keg was empty.
It was a great night.
I got to see some of my old friends and We. Had. Fun. but like every night, it ended. So I got up early the next morning and drove home.
I cried a lot that trip. A little bit because of the hangover (just kidding), but mostly from what I had left behind and what I felt I was missing out on with my friends.
At this point, I knew I didn’t want to play volleyball overseas anymore (which was the reason I went back to Simpson) and I was wondering what the hell I was doing back in Iowa.
I seriously thought about dropping out and going back to the Springs. But it was too late for that. I had to graduate and stop changing my mind.
All I could do was make the best of where I was at.
I started planning trips and looking into opportunities I could take advantage of through Simpson and in Des Moines and the Midwest.
As finals rolled around in April, I realized my junior year of college was coming to an end and I still wasn’t sure what I wanted to major in.
At this point, I had changed my major seven times. I just couldn’t decide what to do.
I have always loved art but I felt like following that path was naïve and unrealistic.
If you’re an arts major or in that profession, you probably know what I mean. When people ask what I’m majoring in, I say “Art” and they go, “What are you going to do with that?”.
Still to this day, when people ask me what I’m studying, I cringe because I don’t want to go into the whole explanation of how art is literally everything and how without it we would still be uncivilized cavemen (although technically even cavemen made art too).
If you’re rolling your eyes and still don’t believe me, ask yourself what are I reading this on? A phone? A computer? A tablet?
Yeah, those devices are art.
They were designed and created to communicate… which is art.
Anyway, I couldn’t commit to a major and I was freaking out about it. I was losing confidence in myself and feeling like I would never amount to anything.
Then I met Ron Warnet.
He’s the academic coach at Simpson College. I went in to talk to him about the quickest way for me to graduate with my 140+ credits (which is 20-some credits over the amount needed to graduate but since I changed majors so many times, I didn’t have enough in one area to get a degree).
Ron and I ended up talking for about two hours and didn’t actually get to the part about how I could graduate before his next appointment arrived.
We talked about everything under the sun, from astronomy and the Ashton Observatory in Des Moines to traveling to sports to the Mbuti pygmies to photography.
He shared incredible stories of his life and he was genuinely impressed and interested in mine.
Ron helped me remember that I am a fucking rockstar and that I needed to chill out a bit about what exactly my degree would be and just get one.
You don’t need your rockstar-ness to be validated by others, but you also don’t need it to be dragged down by others.
Surround yourself with people who appreciate you and your potential and are secure enough to encourage and support you.
Cut out those people who think there are limits.
The only thing limiting yourself, is you. Didn’t someone famous and successful say that?
Know your worth.
There is a lot of world out there waiting for someone like you and me to discover it.
And for those worrying about declaring a major, just know that what kind of degree you get doesn’t really matter as much as what you take from it.
Daryl Ann Batt
Golden State Warriors Bandwagoner but still a Fucking Rockstar
Thanks for checking out February-April, tomorrow I’ll be talking about May and my travels to London. Scroll down if you missed January.