Back to School

Break's over. Shit.
I'm really not looking forward to getting back to the daily grind. I've been feeling a sense of malaise about school lately and it's not fun. I just don't feel like I'm doing anything useful, and I'm not the type that can happily do pointless shit day in and day out. Honestly, I don't want to meet anyone who can.
It's definitely my school. Some of my friends have expressed the same sentiment. General complaints are that the academics here are kind of shit, and the community at large is fucking weird. The boys are discontent with the lack of sports, and JB and I hate that there's no dance on campus.

I can't stop kicking myself for being such an idiot when I was picking schools.
My thought was that I'd have the same kind of time socially at any school, I could find some way to dance a little, and I never cared much for academics, so what did it matter where I went? Now that I'm almost halfway through my college career I'm realizing that I couldn't have been more wrong if I tried. I didn't prioritize anything, so I ended up with nothing that I really wanted.
I actually applied to schools with the intent to study Government/Political Science/International Relations and minor in French or Spanish. I would have much preferred to study dance, but I knew my parents wouldn't have supported that [at least I don't think they would have].
Because, you know, college is about what my parents want.

In a perfect world, I'd be at a small school in the South in a sorority studying Dance.
As is, I'm at a small university in the Northeast studying Sociology. How did that happen?

Let's take a look back and really look at why my current position is so totally frustrating and also so totally my fault:
On some long weekend in November in my Junior year of highschool, my Dad threw a giant college book [links are to the 2004 versions for historical accuracy] at me and told me to pick some schools because he wanted to take me to visit some places. So, I flop the book open to a random page and write down the names of a few small schools. I had unwillingly tagged along when Brother was making the rounds at Penn State and the like, so I knew I wasn't into a huge school, but that was pretty much my only meaningful refining search characteristic. My choices were all over the map in terms of city/suburb/rural, Jesuit/other religious/secular, public/private, and academic programs; I'm actually surprised that no one called me out on my method.
In 2 days, Dad and I received tours and brochures at 8 schools. I can readily remember one of them- Maybe because I'm a student there.
Fun fact: My Junior year wasn't just about whirlwind campus tours. It was also the year that I was diagnosed with depression because I hated going to school/thinking about college to such an extreme degree that it started to affect my real life.

Once application time rolled around, I picked schools with nearly the same methodology as when I was visiting: My "top choice" was determined because it was alphabetically the first on the list, and consequently that's how I determined my "second" and "third" choice schools as well. My Mom refused to allow me to only apply to 3 schools, so an additional 3 were chosen on the Common Application website because: you could apply online, I had sort of heard of them, and there was no supplemental application. Seriously, was no one paying attention here?
Well, I got into my "top choice" without too much ado. I actually got into all of my "top" choices and all of my "backups," to the chagrin of some of my friends who got the thin envelope despite the fact that they should have looked much better on paper than I did.

Once I got to school things went pretty much as I thought they would: I was in classes that were just slightly more difficult to me than what I had been taking in highschool, and therefore required no more mental exertion on my part to get by; I made a lot of new friends; I partied and had sex with boys; I joined a good dance group on campus.
In the middle of my first semester Freshman year I had a mini-breakdown which should have alerted my Mom the child psychologist that something was rotten in the state of JerseySjov. I wrote a super-long email explaining how I was completely unhappy with the way things were progressing for me academically, how I didn't feel cut out for academia, how I disliked the idea of having to be here for the next 4 years, how I didn't like the way my time was being used, how if it was any choice at all I would have preferred to just get a job somewhere rather than be in school. In time I managed to stuff that all back down and things went back to "normal."

I'm realizing now that I messed up pretty bad back then.
I joke about how "I'm studying Soc but have no idea what to do with it," but the reality is that I'm studying what I feel is a pointless field and I have 2 years to figure out how I'm going to make a living with it without losing my mind.
I did some poking around on my school's website and I can switch within my school, but only if I exclusively take classes in my new major for the next 2 years. I don't think that would work with most of them, anyway, given that some required classes are prerequisites for others and I think I still have a liberal arts requirement or two to get through.
I could transfer to a school that would be better suited for me, but I'd pretty much have to start over as a Freshman, given that I'd want to totally change my major. Never mind that my school's credit system is wack so I'd be going in with little or no existing credit.
I really boxed myself in and cut off a lot of potentially great opportunities for myself by not realizing earlier on that college is really about learning about what you really love to do; The idea is that you study something and then go and try to make some money doing it, right? Well, had I figured that shit out in highschool -and if I had the nads to tell my parents that I didn't want to study something safe like Business Finance or something that you "can really apply to a lot of things" like Sociology- I'd be a lot happier now.

My dominant logical side tells me: just stick it out because I've gotten this far; my parents will not be happy to pay for an extra 2 years at a new place, especially for something like dance- though it would be difficult to find somewhere that was more expensive than my current school; the transfer process will be difficult due to the fact that the deadlines have passed for next semester anyway, and the way that credits work it's not worth it for next year; I'll find something to do with my major that I won't hate; my position is not unique and that I'm not going to die if I'm not 100% content.
My emotional site has much less to say: it's my life and I should do with it what I want; I'm not going to be able to spend much time with dance after college if I'm not serious about it during; my parents just want me to be happy; I should stop doing what I think I should do and do what I know I want to do.

So what do I do?