As a college student entering my final year of undergrad, it scares me to admit that I don’t know what I want to do with my life. It seems like every week there is a new path that interests me . As a rising senior, I’ve stopped receiving comforting remarks telling me I have time to figure it out. Rather, I receive nervous laughs, which try to hide concern for my future. For me, the thought of not knowing h as always felt heavy. It feels like I carry around a clock on my shoulders all day,...