It's official. I've changed my major. As of the Winter Quarter I will be working towards and MFA in Arts Leadership. I finally just figured I might as well stop fighting the fact that no matter what I do I'm going to end up in the Arts and just embrace it!

"Tom," said Douglas, "just promise me one thing, okay?"

     "It's a promise. What?"

"You may be my brother and maybe I hate you sometimes, but stick around, all right?"

     "You mean you'll let me follow you and the older guys when you go on hikes?"

"Well...sure...even that. What I mean is, don't go away, huh? Don't let any cars run over you or fall off a cliff."

     "I should say no! Whatta you think I am, anyway?"

"'Cause if worst comes to worst, and both of us are real old - say forty or forty-five some day - we can own a gold mine out West and sit there smoking corn silk and growing beards."

     "Growing beards! Boy!"

"Like I say, you stick around and don't let nothing happen."

     "You can depend on me," said Tom.

"It's not you I worry about," said Douglas. "It's the way God runs the world."
      Tom thought about that for a moment.
"He's all right, Doug," said Tom. "He tries."

-Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

I might be changing my major. From this to this.