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Ah, sweet spinal fluid
I think I threw my back out today. That, or I pinched a VERY important nerve that serves the entire right side of my back with burning pain when irate. Luckily, it seems to have gotten better now, and it didn't bother me through my afternoon class, although I had this half-formed hope that it would suddenly send shooting pain throughout my body so I'd have an excuse to leave, but I figured that it was all for the best in the end. I learned, my back doesn't hurt, and I didn't miss my advising appointment. I am now one signature from completely changing my major from biology to east Asian literature. I think one of the big clues that I might have to switch was when, near the beginning of the year, my RC organized a dinner discussion activity where different majors were to sit at specific tables, so that the first-year students could talk to older, wiser, very much more bitter majors to help them learn which was the lesser of two evils. Or possibly three. Maybe five. Some first-years are REALLY indecisive. Anyway, the point is that I took one look at the dorks sitting at the biology table (not to dis on dorks, as I am one, but I just don't mesh with THAT sort of dork well) and decided that I would spend the evening advising EAL major prospectives, even though I was not, in fact, an EAL major. There have been other hints that I have caught, but that was a pretty big one, and I finally followed through.
I actually find the entire major declaration/change process a bit nerve wracking, simply because it seems to me like I'm forming a very personal relationship with a professor, and some times I'm not sure that the person I'm approaching will accept me. I feel vaguely like a high school girl again, asking a boy out on a date. What if he says NO??? Of course, I never had to experience the painful advising rejection, but then when I went to tell my current advisor of my decision, I felt like I should, perhaps, prepare a sort of speech so that I could let him down easily. "After all, I will still be your advisee, as I intend to finish the minor no matter what, but I just wanted you to know that, from now on, our interaction will be slightly more limited than before." Although I still think I should have just told him I was leaving him for another man, since technically, I am.
At least it's done. Now, to write a chapter of my collaborative work with my sister and play some Candy Train.
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