My parents did not want me to major in theater once I got to college, even though it was what I loved to do most in school. They were cruel and terrible people.
I’m kidding. They weren’t. I was totally on board with their thinking. I loved theater, but I always planned on majoring in English, which, back in the day, was considered a perfectly acceptable …
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