One of my greatest missed opportunities was not becoming an English major. In the beginning of my writing career, I was trying to prove to myself that I was a good writer (this was coupled with my desire to prove that I was good enough to compete with other students at the University of Michigan). I was hesitant to take writing classes that did not have an argumentative writing component—I knew I was good at that, so why would I stray? Now that I am almost graduated, I realized that I should have explored more and maybe something would have clicked with me the same way that argumentative writing and narrative writing did. I was a political science major because I liked the beginning classes, but I developed passion for most of my English and writing classes. There was missed opportunity in the sense that I could have explored and learned more. The English major would have forced me to do that; meanwhile, the writing minor gives me a lot of flexibility on what classes I was able to take. I never left my comfortable bubble, and I really should have in order to become a better writer and explore other interests.
I do not have regrets about my studies—I did like my political science classes and my writing skills, and I learned a good amount. But, I could have pushed myself. I could have learned more. I could have tried to join the Michigan Daily. I could have done more.
But, I can’t dwell on the “coulds”. The University of Michigan orientation attempts to advise you on classes to take, but they more-or-less throw you into the deep end. How was I supposed to know that an English major would show me more classes? It’s only in hindsight that I can see the missed opportunity, but missed opportunity does not correlate to regret for me.