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Picked the wrong major and did not realize until year four

Picked it because my dad picked it. Hated it from semester one. Stayed because switching meant two more years and admitting I was wrong. Graduated with a degree I have never used. Eight years on, I work in something completely different. Those four years are not ruined. They are just not why I am where I am.
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