At the end of the day, your degree title is just your adulting starter pack label. It’s the name you give to the haunted house of your early twenties. Some titles sound important (Astrophysics), others sound cozy (Art History). They’re all just badges we made up.
So next time someone asks, "What’s your degree in?" just smile. Tell them the truth, but add the punchline. “I majored in Procrastination with a minor in Ramen Economics.” Because that’s the real title. The official one is just the cover art for the messy, beautiful, ridiculous book that is your actual life.
