It’s strange how I’m trying to pick a major that interests me and will be useful in the future, but when I say I don’t know what I want to major in people just ask “well what kind of job do you want?” and my answer is always something along the line of having my own small farm where I grow the majority of what I eat (obviously what can be grown), where I have some goats and chickens and bees and sheep (ngl I know the sheep and goats are high reaching goals), where I don’t have a 9-5 company job where I want to tear my hair out.

I want the freedom to organize and mobilize and just the freedom to do what I need to do. I want to sit around at night knitting and spend the days tending to gardens and animals. I don’t want to sit at a desk for 8 hours and have a little part of me die everyday.

And the person’s reaction is normally a nervous chuckle and they kind of just close up. No more helping, which I don’t blame. I don’t know what I’m doing, how would they know? Anyways this is a rousing story of me trying to pick classes and a major