I do declare.

Well, the time has come. After months of waffling and procrastinating and answering the 3rd most common question asked on BYU's campus (after What's your name? and Where are you from?) with English-Lanugage-but-the-university-just-doesn't-know-that-yet, it is official.

That's right...I am an English Language Major with an emphasis in Textual Analysis. If you'd like to join me in a sigh of relief, you are more than welcome to.

Walking home after declaring, celebratory Jamba in hand, I had the urge to pump my fist in the air and shout for the whole campus to hear: "I DECLARE!" Maddie (for the few of you who don't already know, one of my closest friends from home is also named Maddie.) told me at Christmas that she had this image of students triumphantly declaring their intended major in the middle of campus. As a result, I couldn't get that image out of my head. For those familiar with BYU's campus, I always pictured this happening outside of the JFSB (probably because the windowed front of said building  would make a great backdrop for declaring life altering decisions), a mob of students pushing by, rushing, rushing, rushing to get to class, paying the declaration no heed, and ruining the moment.

In reality, declaring my major wasn't that dramatic. It was a meeting with a department adviser, a yellow slip handed to the Humanities adviser, a click of a button and "you're declared!" But it's done. And I'm happy, so that's enough for me.