Now that VSB students have finally wiped that grin off their faces and are looking for jobs just like the rest of us, it’s time to talk about that stupid question that everyone asks.

Whether it be a fellow classmate, a family friend or anyone who thinks they’re better than you, you probably get angry and just want to hurt the next person who judges you on your major. I am a communication major; no, not communications. I do not major in public speaking or study telecommunications. Until you can tell me about the rhetorical pentad or logos, ethos and pathos, I will leave you and your major alone.

I may not be exactly sure what MIS majors study or what books a global interdisciplinary studies major reads, but I’m not going to judge them based on something about which I am ignorant.

There seems to be a discrepancy when it comes to how people pick what they want to do or what they think they want to do with their lives.

Some people tell you, “Pick something you love so that way you never have to work a day again in your life,” and then they back it up with, “Make a lot of money.” I’m not exactly sure where my communication degree and love of journalism are going to take me, but that’s my choice. If I end up in a box on a street corner in Pierre, S.D., then let me be.

Please do not roll your eyes or give that little grin when someone responds to your question with English, Francophone studies or cognitive science because some of us actually enjoy our classes.

I have been able to take classes at Villanova from Latin to Fundamental Principles of Acting, and I have enjoyed them all thoroughly. I may not understand what a differential equation is or why all the investment banks are closing, but that’s not what I’m interested in, and I like it when my roommates have to explain a credit default swap.

That’s the great thing about college – you get to discover what you are interested in, and if you don’t like it, you can switch your major or take a different class.

People love to make freshmen and sophomores feel bad when they say they are undecided, but sometimes that can be a good thing before you decide you don’t like engineering in your senior year and have to go back to school for something you actually like.

We will be working for the rest of our lives, so why not take your time and figure out what you like.

I’m not really sure what I will be doing this time next year, but I’m pretty sure I will be enjoying whatever it is, wherever it is. $60,000 per year in New York City sure does sound great, but if you don’t think you’d like being confined to a cubicle, then don’t confine yourself.