There are the "profitable" majors - engineering, business, etc. - and then there are the "not so profitable" majors, which basically include anything in the humanities. Being a history major, I have come to expect many things. The first is having to deal with 7 million pages of reading each week. The second, meanwhile, is the ever-present "What are you going to do with that?" question. I have seen many humanities majors crumple under the weight of this inquiry. They quickly drown in a sea of "umms ..." start making random hand gestures and avoid eye contact as if their lives depended on it. Personally, I don't suffer from this problem because I just make something up and then quickly change the subject.
But if rampant lying and abrupt conversation changes aren't your thing, then you're in luck. Because once again, I have the advice no one asked for! The next time some snarky Commerce student asks what you plan on doing with that art degree, you should gently - but obnoxiously - remind them why your life is and will be better than theirs.
Let's face it, engineer / Comm schooler / person whose major directly points to a career path, your life is kind of unfortunate. While you were crying about your little problem set, I was out, among people, not doing a problem set. And how many labs do you have to take in addition to the horrible agony of a regular lecture? I don't have to take any. In fact, I'm not even really sure what a lab is and I like it that way.
On a (not really) related note, I got eight hours of sleep last night, unlike you, A-schooler. Yes, I know all about it. Did you spend the night at Campbell Hall, bleary eyed because you have some architectural ... structure to ... construct ... ? OK, OK, A-schooler, you're off the hook because I'm not exactly sure what goes on there, but I know there is a lack of sleep and a tragically overpriced caf
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