I want my credibility back.

I've always been the one to have a plan. I'm not really a spontaneous person, unless I'm forced to choose a restaurant. In recent months, I've gone from psych grad school to teaching high school history to history grad school. Needless to say, my parents are not enthused. I have become the child that can't decide what he wants to do with himself. The one who's off in his own world, floating along. You have a moment or two of doubt and suddenly you're the problem child who wants to be a professional student. What the hell? Don't I deserve a little time to figure things out? I haven't even exceeded the four-year plan. Yes, I have had my share of majors. First it was a double major in Psych and Poli Sci, then Poli Sci became a minor, then I added Spanish as a major which later became a minor, and now I'm about to declare a History major. For those of you who were paying attention, that leaves me with a double major in Psych and History and a double minor in Poli Sci and Spanish. In four years. I think that's pretty impressive. What the hell are the parents complaining for? I am not an infant.