Conclusion

So in the end, I'm led to believe that my major at the moment isn't terribly important. Very few people I'm in touch with have a clear-cut path to their future profession, so I don't see why I should worry about whether or not I'm going to end up filing papers in a cramped, poorly lit cubicle in the corner of an insurance firm HQ building. School has been largely uninspiring, but I chalk it up to not latching onto a specific interest yet. Everyone has the feeling that if they don't have a crystal clear view of the horizon everything will go horribly awry, so they panic and become business majors in the hope of becoming a regional assistant manager. I would become one of those gray, lifeless people you see slumping around the local K-Mart on a Saturday afternoon and halfheartedly checking something off on a clipboard while the supervisors gather round and suck up as much as possible in the hopes that I'll recommend them for a promotion. I'm less inclined to commit to something useless so soon. All my current classes are at least geared towards my interests, and I imagine that this relatively broad spectrum will narrow at some point in the near future and I'll be left with something more realistic. I'm one year removed from high school, and expecting someone to commit within a year seems forced. I'd rather plow through the mandatory classes right now while keeping a keen eye out for anything that sparkles amongst the monotony. A better alternative to the constant worry that plagues the collective student body on such a regular basis. At the very least, it's a load off my mind for the time being, and will stop me from doing anything hasty that I might regret later. Seacrest out.