If you ain't happy, honey,

I think I’m falling out of love with my major.

The one things everyone should be doing, no one does. No one listens.

Maybe it’s the separation anxiety. Separation depression.

Maybe it’s because nothing will be a better experience than Three Sisters.

Maybe it’s because all I want to do anymore is block everyone out and draw. Try to improve.

Maybe I’ve just withdrawn into my shell, unwilling to come back out again.

I can’t even find that someone…….

This next production, and that one particular film-acting class, will be the deciding factors on whether I love theater as much as I once did. Receiving this degree.

Hey, Bill Watterson was a poli-sci major.