It's hard to forget the awkward first days of college. After living a fairly sheltered life, I moved halfway across the country to go college in Florida. It rained two straight weeks when I got there. Even having my best friend from high school as a roommate could not assuage my homesickness. All I wanted to do was go home and learn how to cut hair. (makes me laugh a little to think about - thank God for unanswered prayer, right?) I had a hard time deciding what I wanted to be or to study. I started out with Youth Ministry, then Secondary Education in English and Music. Then in the second semester of freshman English comp, we had to find a paraphrase a Shakespearean sonnet. And I recall how nervous I felt when Mrs. See passed out those papers and skipped me. Everyone got their paper back but me. She gave us an assignment to begin on and came and sat at the desk in front of me, turned toward me and handed me my paper. "Lisa, what's your major?" she as