you can major in business and learn to herd rows of numbers into well-behaved flocks and graphs and collected figures so they look good to the board, and call yourself a silent majority.

nursing is a major draw, offering compassion as a route through major arteries and ANP flashcards to the pot of rejected claims at the end of a corporate rainbow.

maybe you’ll major in something rhythmic; learn to move your hips and click your heels like a metronome, or pluck a major scale on gut strings suspended over a dead cavity of resonance.

ask yourself big questions: “can i major in astronomy and rip the arrows of 1,000 hunters from ursa major?” “can i precess earth’s major axis and etch spirograms into the tar of the cosmos?”

ask, “can i major in majoring, and live in the walls and beating womb of a college campus?” “can i major in sumi-e ink pouring from the brink of a brush, reminding us to twirl like the winds?”

or just let the poetry take you, and study what makes you ask.