bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy

when all of a sudden i am unaware
of these afflictions eclipsed by glory

I changed my major today. I know. It's a big deal. I am officially a Communication Studies major. As excited as I am, it was a fairly anti-climactic process.

After getting out of Honors 2000 an hour early, I decided it's time to find 150 Allen Hall and ge tthis over with. I inhaled deeply and pushed open a heavy glass door. I was greeted by a computer cordially asking me to sign in and wait around the hall. Ok....

I sign in, round the corner and let out a little "whoah". Crowding the hall before me are about 25 students. Sitting in chairs or on the floor they all look about as excited as I do. Apparently, it is fairly common for students to change their majors. Who knew?

While waiting on the floor for 45 minutes, I managed to finish a large portion of my biology research project. After I am about ready to leave and try again tomorrow, I hear a vioce call out "Ashley." I look up to see a small blonde woman disappearing into an office. I quickly pack up and attempt to follow the voice into what may or may not be the correct office. Good guess.

I sit down and inform this counselor that I would like to change my major. She asks me my ID number. I quickly recite it, proud to know the nine-digit number by heart. She then asks me what my intended major. I poudly announce that I am going to be a Communication Studies major. She types a few letters and says Ok. That's it? No celebration for a newly directed future? No balloons dropping from the ceiling? Not even a printed piece of paper to document my acheivement? Nope. That's it. Doesn't matter. I'm still excited. Unenthusiastic blonde women can not rain on this girl's parade.

What can, you ask? The red warning at the top of my degree audit say I may or may not graduate in four years.