English, History, and Art History and Criticism, which has a much longer name that I can never recall.
Everyone is making it out to be a huge deal, but all the classes sound interesting to me, I'm already (basically) halfway there, and come on. This is me we're talking about. I always have to be stubborn and challenging.
I'm not taking a moment of extra time to complete it, either. And one semester worth of classes counts only as electives, not toward any of the majors.
Perhaps this is how I will honor her. I didn't apply to what was once her dream because I was in a "fuck Harvard" mood, but I'll do her proud anyway.
I need to curtail these moods. They're not getting me into trouble, persay, but they are engendering regret on my part, and guilt, though the guilt is not something I've ever been able to quiet or to explain.
