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No Harvard, I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. Now back the fuck off please.
Sincerely,
Me.
ETA: So I'm thinking this requires a little more explanation.
Today marks the beginning of Advising Fortnight, where all 45 concentrations (Harvard-speak for majors) gather in the freshman dining hall and set up tables full of expectant professors and students who watch you as you aimlessly wander the aisles, all waiting for you to commit to their table and commit to their 15 minute spiel about their concentration and how awesome it is and what's required and hey, why are you checking us out? are you interested in our concentration? what have you already taken? where does your interest stem from? don't you have any questions for me? really, no questions? oh.
Yeah. Oh.
I just don't know, and the next two weeks are going to be hell for me, because fuck if I can even wrap my mind around studying something for three more years. I don't even know what classes I'm taking next year. So I'm scared out of my mind.
Sincerely,
Me.
ETA: So I'm thinking this requires a little more explanation.
Today marks the beginning of Advising Fortnight, where all 45 concentrations (Harvard-speak for majors) gather in the freshman dining hall and set up tables full of expectant professors and students who watch you as you aimlessly wander the aisles, all waiting for you to commit to their table and commit to their 15 minute spiel about their concentration and how awesome it is and what's required and hey, why are you checking us out? are you interested in our concentration? what have you already taken? where does your interest stem from? don't you have any questions for me? really, no questions? oh.
Yeah. Oh.
I just don't know, and the next two weeks are going to be hell for me, because fuck if I can even wrap my mind around studying something for three more years. I don't even know what classes I'm taking next year. So I'm scared out of my mind.