Major Decisions

My name should've been confusion, since I can never make up my mind, but once I do make a decision, I pretty much stick to it, while remaining open to other options. My family makes fun of me because I once said, "I like to keep my options open." I think I said this while we were playing some sort of card game or something.
So, when I first came here, I was all about Music Education, however, I didn't know anything about the audition process, and didn't have my audition material in on time. So, I took a Career Exploration class, which was way easy by the way, and I looked at some other careers and majors. I chose Social Work, partially because someone I know said that I'd be good at it, and partly because of let's say, intuition. So this semester I took a social work class, which I admit is really interesting, but I'm not getting the answers I want, and I wonder if I have enough passion to do that work. Lately I've been looking into teaching, probably secondary education, since I come from a line of teachers in my family, and I'll have to admit, it's always been something that I've enjoyed.
And then there's writing. I have always wanted to write a book, if you read the right column of this blog dealy. It's funny, I wrote a Humanities essay last week, and I really enjoyed doing it. I used to love writing essays. In high school I used to write really long essays and usually got A's on them, pretty much because I figured the teachers didn't want to read the whole thing, so they just gave me an A because I did a good job. There was this one kid in my sophomore AP English class where for the final, we read "The Grapes of Wrath" and wrote a paper on it. The kid referred to the family in the book as the Jones, not the Joads, as they are stated in the book. I just thought that was a really funny story to put in. His paper was also only a page and he handed it in in class, and the teacher graded it right then and there. He got a D. I think I got an A- or a B.
However, in high school, I also liked Spanish. Unfortunately for me, the rest of my teachers sucked after my first year. He actually made us finish the book and memorize stuff, good old Senor Aleman. Then my second year, I had four teachers, because the first one didn't agree with the curriculum, the second one was a two week substitute, and lasted as long as the other teachers, so she should be considered one. Then we had a teacher that was working on his masters, named Mr. Tarco, but we called Mr. Taco. He couldn't handle the pressure so along came Ms. Buttram. I'm serious, that's her name. I did not like her very much, especially since her accent was not very good, but I got an A in the class. Then there was Mrs. Johnson. Actually, my mom called me recently, asking about the stuff we did in class, since we, my brother and I, took the class from the teacher at different times, told my mom that we did nothing in class. An administrator had spoken to my mother about Mrs. Johnson, so pretty much right now, they're trying to get her fired. All thanks to my input, and of course, of my friends who also didn't get anything out of the class.
So that's my life story for spanish, and my search for the major that is right for me. So yeah, I've got a lot of things on my mind at this point. The end. But not the end of my decision.