*squees for the ickle declaring b00* I am proud of you for having a major. And I wish I would be home with you guys and could go see West Side Story with you, but a) my spring break is not for four more weeks, and b) I will be spending it in New Orleans. So I will miss you, and send you virtual enormous hugs.
So, now it's your turn. Go declare. All the cool (read: lame) kids are doing it.
We got so spoiled at the Academy with our advisors, man. I went to meet Professor Edlin (who seems sooooo nice) and I told him what classes I had and what I wanted to declare for, and he said, "OK, awesome. Bring me the form."
I think I stared at him for a couple seconds, and I was thinking, "But ... don't you want to hear about where I'm from and what my dad does and what my favorite stuffed animal was when I was five? Ms. Roth would have wanted to know!" But noooooo. He just went for it, and now I have an advisor.
College is not for the weak. Hence my ever-recurrent issues. *rolls eyes*
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We got so spoiled at the Academy with our advisors, man. I went to meet Professor Edlin (who seems sooooo nice) and I told him what classes I had and what I wanted to declare for, and he said, "OK, awesome. Bring me the form."
I think I stared at him for a couple seconds, and I was thinking, "But ... don't you want to hear about where I'm from and what my dad does and what my favorite stuffed animal was when I was five? Ms. Roth would have wanted to know!" But noooooo. He just went for it, and now I have an advisor.
College is not for the weak. Hence my ever-recurrent issues. *rolls eyes*
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