I was reading in my bedroom last night and my roommate stopped in. She noted I was studying, which I sort of was (about Buddhism when I should have been reading a novel for my espionage history class). She didn’t know I had a spy class, or that I dropped my journalism major at spring break.

It’s been weird with that, because I came to college knowing what I was going to major in, and I was so confident about it. People are sort of weirded out when they find out I’m no longer a journalism major (and equally confused when they find out that I was a double major with American Studies before that).

I don’t really know what I’m getting at with this, it’s just weird to me that people identified me so much with my major.