What's next?

I'm a senior this year and I get asked the same questions by almost everyone I talk to:  Where are you going to school?  What are you gonna major in? 

I find these questions very annoying because I still have no idea what college I want to go to.  All I know is that I want to be a physical therapist.  My dream job is to be a physical therapist.  But this doesn't much answer the questions people ask about for college, because I don't know what my undergraduate degree will be.  I'll be in college for seven years and I might go to a different school for my doctorate degree verses my undergraduate.  So I have no idea really where I will end up in the future.  All I know is I want to be a physical therapist. 

I can't say I was one of those kids who always knew what they wanted to be. Like my sister knew she wanted to be a teacher since the 2nd grade and my brother has wanted to be an engineer since he was in 4th grade.  No, I came to this conculusion more recently, but I still don't have a specific degree.  Physical therapists can major in anything for their undergraduate degree, so I can study Exercise Pysiology, Psychology, Exercise Science, Biology or anything else.  But I guess I am not alone with my major undecided because this article I read said that 80% of freshmen at Penn State are not sure of their major. 

You may ask why I want to be a physical therapist.  I have a few reasons. 

I can definetly say that I am a math/science person and not a history or language person.  I took anatomy last year and I loved it.  It was one of the coolest classes I have ever taken because I got to learn about how the body works.  

I also love to help others, I know it might sound wierd, but I truly do.  I love to be able to serve others and make anything easier for them.  I would love to be able to help people physically when they have an injury.  I want to give them support through a recovery because I know it can be very difficult and also help them get back to normal life or a sport.  I want to make an impact on others lives.

2nd grade with my siblings

I still remember my physical therapist from second grade when I broke my arm.  I  had fallen off a swing, requiring a cast and physical therapy.  I needed physical therapy because I couldn't extend my arm all the way or bend it normally.  My physical therapist pushed my limits to make me better but was very nice.  We got my arm to straighten correctly, but a bone in my elbow was not allowing it to bend all the way, so I ended up needing more surgury for that.  But she was very supportive through the whole processes and definetly helped my recovery.  I want to be someone like that.