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i remember how daunting the decision of a major back in my collegiate years felt.

you’re asked to decide overnight and sign on the dot, committing to a concept when you don’t even know all that you encompass yet.

i had a dream where diplomas looked like nothing more than a sentence, like the ones that condemn convicts behind bars.

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