Every time I meet someone new on my college campus, the conversation unfolds a little something like this:
Random Person: “Hi, I’m [fill in the blank]. What’s your name?” Person smiles and acts genuinely happy to have just learned my name, which will most-likely be forgotten within ten minutes.
Me: “I’m Grace, nice to meet you. Where you from?” My voice probably gets higher pitched because I’m trying to sound friendly.
Random Person: Responds cheerfully, “I’m from Chicago, what about you?”
Me: “Id-er-ho, and yes, we’re known for potatoes.” We share a giggle. “What’s your major?”
Random Person: “Oh, I’m majoring in international business with a double minor in economics and accounting. What about you?” Person smiles and stands a little taller.
Me: I return the smile and say confidently, “Oh, I’m undeclared.”
BOOM. Just like that, all life and joy is sucked from the conversation. The person’s facial expression turns to that of pity, and he/she gives a sympathetic (emphasis on the pathetic) smile, saying,
Random Person: “Oh…Well that’s okay, you’ll find something…” Continue reading “Undeclared and Proud”