Majors, Minors, & Others

Speaking loosely, I had four majors in my student days in New York. My official college majors were English and History. I also attended various art schools, where I studied drawing, composition, anatomy, and perspective. (I’m not sure they even teach such technical subjects in art schools anymore, but that’s a discussion for another time.)

I never told my English professors about my History major. I never told my History professors about my English major. I never told any of my professors about my unofficial Art major. And, as a young man, I never even admitted to myself my real major: Existential Hippiedom, also known as Trying To Be Cool While Impressing Females. Literature, history, and art remained lifelong interests of mine. Being cool didn’t.