Laziness and Indecision...and Growing Up Too Soon

I probably should not have been an English major. Sure, I like to read and I'm perfectly content with writing. But I do not know the first thing about teaching this particular subject. And trust me, I am completely aware that I go to college so that professors can teach me how to teach the subject and so forth and so on. However the root of this problem stems deeper than just not knowing how to teach it. This problem goes back to my high school days when I didn't even learn anything about English. My English classes in high school were more than just a joke. They were almost an entire stand up comedy routine. The result of this act was me getting the same A that everyone else got and also missing the same lessons. I mean, it took me two different attempts to pass Composition I. In my defense, I completely withdrew from the entire university the first time. And the second time I swear I was sabotaged by a beautiful, sexist who's approval I wanted nothing more than. But I'm sure that if I had at least learned a little something in high school, then the dominance of such a simple subject as the written word would have been in my grasp. I digress though. The point is that I should not have been an English major. But the greater question is, what should I have been? What really revs up my brain and keeps me primed for excellence? I'm not sure, but let's find out.