Is it too late to drop out of college and run away to culinary school?

I had a whole long post typed up that basically just made me want to cry and be emo in a corner, but instead I'm just going to post a picture of Tom Hardy, because if I'm going to hate myself tonight, then I might as well hate myself while looking at some fucking pretty.

Is it too late to drop out of college and run away to culinary school?

I had a whole long post typed up that basically just made me want to cry and be emo in a corner, but instead I'm just going to post a picture of Tom Hardy, because if I'm going to hate myself tonight, then I might as well hate myself while looking at some fucking pretty.

I JUST WANT TO FEED THE WHOLE WORLD PIE

I've come to some conclusions over the past couple of days after realizing that I hate, hate, hate my major--I love singing and always will, but studying it is quickly draining all the joy out of it--and the thought of going back to school in a month makes me feel physically ill. Basically, all I want to do with my life is make delicious baked goods that make people happy, sing songs that people think are pretty, and write stories that make people want to keysmash with glee.

All this to say, I'm seriously considering abandoning my music degree after this next semester and enrolling in the culinary program at a local technical college for a semester or two to see if I'm less miserable doing that. I've taken cooking classes in the past and, unlike with music, I actually enjoy learning all the little technical things that make it work, and there's something satisfying about making something tangible that I can taste and know whether or not it's shit, unlike with singing where I'm never satisfied with the results.

I JUST WANT TO FEED THE WHOLE WORLD PIE

I've come to some conclusions over the past couple of days after realizing that I hate, hate, hate my major--I love singing and always will, but studying it is quickly draining all the joy out of it--and the thought of going back to school in a month makes me feel physically ill. Basically, all I want to do with my life is make delicious baked goods that make people happy, sing songs that people think are pretty, and write stories that make people want to keysmash with glee.

All this to say, I'm seriously considering abandoning my music degree after this next semester and enrolling in the culinary program at a local technical college for a semester or two to see if I'm less miserable doing that. I've taken cooking classes in the past and, unlike with music, I actually enjoy learning all the little technical things that make it work, and there's something satisfying about making something tangible that I can taste and know whether or not it's shit, unlike with singing where I'm never satisfied with the results.