Today I declared my major. It was an event that struck me as being singularly anticlimactic. I sat down at my advisor's desk, and he told me kindly that I was in the wrong place but I could make it the right place shortly so I could stay and talk to him about these things anyway (I was very relieved. I really didn't want to visit the mean people who talk to undeclared undergraduates). Ah--that brings us to the point. See, freshmen--science majors, at least--can't declare a major until they have at least one semester's worth of credits. I gave my major in several of the silly forms they give you, but the computer didn't pick up on it and I didn't realize this was going on, so of course I went to the wrong advisor, but he was very reasonable and suggested that we talk first and then declare my major later.

I went into spasms of excitement. Okay, not spasms--it wasn't quite exciting-sounding enough for that--but still. It seemed like a momentous occasion enough, especially since they used such a wonderfully final and tremendous verb as declare.

We finished talking about next semester and bad chemistry professors (and I actually dropped that class...which I could talk on and on about why I did and how weird and relieved it's making me feel and how the only thing that keeps me from thinking I'm a lazy quitter is the fact that I wouldn't have done it if my dad hadn't said emphatically that I should...but I don't really want to talk about it much) and then he wrote all the stuff down and said he would tell me how to declare my major.

Bated breath...

I anticipated something along the lines of standing on the pinnacle of the Union or the Library or at least in front of the fountain and declaring on a loudspeaker, "BIOLOGICAL SCIENCES WITH A PRE-MED OPTIONS!"

Alas. Such high-set glories were not to be mine.

"You basically go up to the desk out there and say, 'Hi, I'd like to declare my major.'

Oh. So...basically I'm declaring something for only one person to hear?

Breath de-bating...

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1. Logan on September 24, 2008 at 7:47 PM

   The university seems to suffer from difficult chemistry professors for some reason. I didn't like my professor either and it was one of the classes I struggled with the most.
   
   Glad you dropped and glad you have a major ;)

    
2. Anonymous on September 26, 2008 at 10:43 AM

   *laughs* Enjoy having a purpose in life now. :o)