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If you go to college and don't have at least one breakdown, did you really go college? October of my Fall Semester of 2015, I was a junior on the premed track. While studying for a genetics exam, I suddenly reached my limit and absolutely lost my mind. I very distinctly remember crying in a corner in the common area of my dorm where I was studying at around 3 am because the pressure had become too much. It wasn't just the class, or even being premed. It was that I had lost my way. Not knowing how I would get to my destination was not new to me, but not knowing what my destination would be is not something I was accustomed to. Ok, I wasn't Kim Kardashian meme-crying. It was a gentle "just rammed by pinkie toe into the side of the dresser but I'm a G so I can't let you see me in pain so imma turn my back real quick" cry. In that moment of weakness, though, I had a slight breakthrough. See, in my mind, I was going to drop my Biology major and go study actin