Dear Major,

When I was a shining freshman, I couldn't go an entire conversation without telling my new friends about you. I was proud to identify myself by you. I was eager to take all of these advanced classes about you and learn more than I could have ever dreamed.

Now I'm a junior and my shine for you has dulled.

It's not that I hate you. If I hated you, I would have switched majors by now. I just hate the work.

When I was a freshman, I couldn't wait to crack ope all of the 300 and 400 level textbooks that you had to offer. I couldn't wait to sit down in those classes and get to work on learning what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.

But I'm tired. I don't want to read whole books on ancient practices or stay up late writing papers reviewing you.

I just want a nap that you're not giving me.

Not a day goes by that I don't want to just leave. I was literally sitting in the middle of a class last week and thought, "I'll just drop this major and be done with it."

But there's nothing else I could see myself doing.

You get on my nerves. You make me cry. You make me want to drop out of college and live under a bridge for the rest of my life.

But I still love to say that you're my major, and my life wouldn't be the same without you.

Love,
Your Stressed Out Double Major

P.S. Your sibling major isn't that great either.