On selecting a major

Or a "concentration," depending on your level of snootiness.
I always had a sense of superiority that I had chosen my concentration based on an abstract idea of interest and education, completely unmotivated by prospects of future earnings. Sometimes I am haunted that I may have chosen poorly.


This post's theme word: wavenger, "a vagabond; a stray animal." Not a world-wide web avenger, some sort of internet vigilante. But we should make it mean that by using it that way.

Itching

My calves, feet, and arms are covered with mosquito bites. This weekend's mission? Find some mosquito netting. Preferably of a quantity and strength to completely enclose my bed and also withstand attacks.


This post's theme word: quinsy, "inflammation or swelling of [part of] the throat."