Know what it feels like when people ask me what I planned on doing with my major? I'll tell you. They may as well have been saying things like:
1. You have no direction.
2. Your parents must be gluttons for disappointment.
3. You're really relying on graduate school, huh?
4. Have fun bartending the rest of your life.
Two years ago while I was a senior in college, I was bartending and a friend introduced me to his neighbor, a grad student. The grad student became somewhat of a regular. One night, he asked if he could buy me a shot. When I declined and told him I had to show up at the VanHise Building by 8:50 the next morning, he replied, quite puzzled "I didn't think you were the type to go to college". So not only did my majors not make sense, I came off as the type who wouldn't even have an undergrad.
What a mindfuck.
