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Marine biology majors: Tend to gravitate towards dolphin-shaped pendants. Most of them own at least two copies of Free Willy (DVD and VHS).
Chemistry majors: Somehow manage to both be intensely dedicated to their studies and flighty as nervous squirrels. Also, pretty much the cutest people in the whole world, in their little lab coats.
Environmental studies majors: Usually smell like pine. Rarely wear socks. Probably eat healthy cereal, the bastards.
Visual arts majors: Almost as overworked as the theatre kids, but generally more cheerful. Upon walking into a room full of them, prepare to be overwhelmed by the smell of patchouli oil and marijuana. All VA kids have at least one article of clothing that is a) tie-dyed, b) cloud-patterned, or c) made of hemp. If you complete your BFA and go on to make real, actual money, you will be shunned forever.
Nursing students: Have proven to be as elusive as the glorious manatee. However, research states that they spend most of their days hooking up with bald surgeons and verbally sparring with angry alcoholic doctors.*
French majors: The chess club of university. Possibly paste-eaters as children.
History majors: You know those kids who used to research their family trees for fun? This is what they become. They will all grow up to write books that no one reads but everyone cites in bibliographies. Because of this they tend to regard one another with suspicion and distrust, always afraid that other history majors are out to steal their sexy, sexy thesis.
English majors: They love the sweater vests. Love them. Almost as much as they love Michael Ondaatje. Tend to correct people's grammar, especially along "You mean my mother and I..." lines. Also, total assholes.
Social/Cultural studies majors: People who couldn't pick a major and stick with it. Most have crippling inferiority complexes because of this. Those who don't tend to babble on for hours about the Freudian undertones of "Little Red Riding Hood." If you are me, you will love this.
Theatre majors: High-strung, caffeine-addicted, propensity to sudden sobbing fits and the shakes. Precious, overworked little darlings.
Psychology majors: Collectively, devil-people. Do not eat lunch with them. They will know what you're thinking the whole time.
* Okay, fine, so "research" is Scrubs.
Chemistry majors: Somehow manage to both be intensely dedicated to their studies and flighty as nervous squirrels. Also, pretty much the cutest people in the whole world, in their little lab coats.
Environmental studies majors: Usually smell like pine. Rarely wear socks. Probably eat healthy cereal, the bastards.
Visual arts majors: Almost as overworked as the theatre kids, but generally more cheerful. Upon walking into a room full of them, prepare to be overwhelmed by the smell of patchouli oil and marijuana. All VA kids have at least one article of clothing that is a) tie-dyed, b) cloud-patterned, or c) made of hemp. If you complete your BFA and go on to make real, actual money, you will be shunned forever.
Nursing students: Have proven to be as elusive as the glorious manatee. However, research states that they spend most of their days hooking up with bald surgeons and verbally sparring with angry alcoholic doctors.*
French majors: The chess club of university. Possibly paste-eaters as children.
History majors: You know those kids who used to research their family trees for fun? This is what they become. They will all grow up to write books that no one reads but everyone cites in bibliographies. Because of this they tend to regard one another with suspicion and distrust, always afraid that other history majors are out to steal their sexy, sexy thesis.
English majors: They love the sweater vests. Love them. Almost as much as they love Michael Ondaatje. Tend to correct people's grammar, especially along "You mean my mother and I..." lines. Also, total assholes.
Social/Cultural studies majors: People who couldn't pick a major and stick with it. Most have crippling inferiority complexes because of this. Those who don't tend to babble on for hours about the Freudian undertones of "Little Red Riding Hood." If you are me, you will love this.
Theatre majors: High-strung, caffeine-addicted, propensity to sudden sobbing fits and the shakes. Precious, overworked little darlings.
Psychology majors: Collectively, devil-people. Do not eat lunch with them. They will know what you're thinking the whole time.
* Okay, fine, so "research" is Scrubs.