Wondering "What If?" [Ask the Sherpa]

Dear Sherpa,
I’m a freshman, and I haven’t declared a major yet. All of my friends seem to be so sure of their paths. How can I possibly decide what major I might want to do? What if I choose the wrong one, and then I can’t go abroad, or can’t graduate on time? Did I already miss my chance to pick my dream major???
Sincerely,
Panicking in Potomac

Sherpa, the Sherpa.
Sherpa, the Sherpa.

Dear Panicking in Potomac,
First, take a deep breath. If you get stressed out, come by the Townhouse and I’ll teach you deep breathing exercises from my homeland. We’ll pop on our Lululemons and namaste our way out of this stress pimple waiting to happen.
Your question reminds me of a time I was hiking up Mt. Everest, guiding some young Georgetown students. They decided, mid-hike, that they didn’t want to do it anymore!
“We want to go down, Sherpa!”
“We’re scared, Sherpa!”
“Our little toes are freezing off, Sherpa!”
While I let them go back down the mountain, I kept going, since it’s all about the climb.
A few hours later, I lost my footing. I rolled over myself and hit my head. When I came to, I found my arm stuck between two rocks. I was in a real jam; a proverbial pickle; a non-proverbial rock and a hard place.
Night was falling as fast as the mercury. What if no hikers passed by to save me? What if everyone was already at camp, and my yelling would just exhaust me? What if I was doomed to die here? What if I would survive and like, write a book or something? What if the book got turned into a movie? What if James Franco would play me? What if James Franco is playing us all?
The questions were mounting, and my options felt as suffocating as the snowdrifts growing around me. I didn’t know what to do. Whatever choice I made, I didn’t want to be left wondering “what if?”
You probably feel the same way. What if you choose International Affairs, and only later realize that you might have to redo some of your requirements? What if you decide to pursue Psychology, but a year later discover you meant Sociology? What if Archaeology is absolutely nothing like the promise of Indiana Jones?
Don’t be left wondering “what if?” Use the new DegreeMap tool to hypothesize and fantasize about your options. DegreeMap knows what you’ve already completed, so it can tell you what each major would require. Investigate countless options without having to make a new, handwritten four-year plan each time!
And for me? A young hiker by the name of Jim Franks (or something similar, at least) found me. I called him down and explained that I had a tough decision to make. Sometimes, one must do things they never thought possible. With my own pocket knife, I sawed off his arm to use as a lever to free me from the boulder. At last, I was free, and unscathed.
After all this excitement, I made an appointment with Catherine and Mark to debrief what I had learned and the conclusions I had come to. You should do the same after playing around with DegreeMap. Because if I’ve learned anything from my time on that mountain, it’s this: never go it alone. And never trust a Georgetown student.

Turkey Tension Turns Traumatic? [Ask the Sherpa]

Sherpa, the Sherpa
Sherpa, the Sherpa

A student sends an elaborate series of snapchats:

“Dear Sherpa,
This Thanksgiving will be my first time going home since starting college. I know it hasn’t really been that long, and I’m excited to see my family and friends again, but I’m also feeling overwhelmed with all the people I feel like I need to see, and the homework I want to get caught up on. Should it feel this stressful?
Stressed out,
A Freshman First”

Dear Fresh Man Fist:
They say one can never go home again. I have no true home to speak of, but the sentiment resonates for me in a literal way as I–or as the meddling RCMP know me, the Québécois Roi de Sirop d’érable–can never go to Canada again. For surprisingly unrelated reasons, I am also barred from 500 meters of any maple syrup factory in the continental United States. But, that’s a story for another time.
When you do take your autumn break, remember to use the time to recharge. Enjoy the tryptophan, relax and have fun with family, and reinvigorate yourself. You’ll be back at school in the blink of an eye, and the serious work of finishing this semester will require your concentrated efforts. Schedule your homework so you can actually relax on your break, and don’t go shopping on Thanksgiving day itself. Wait until midnight to join in a pumpkin-spiced-latté-fueled consumer stampede like all normal Americans do.
Thanksgiving holds a dear place in my heart and belly. Turkeys, after all, are descendants of dinosaurs. When you eat their flesh, you absorb a fraction of the powers of their mighty ancient ancestry. Rest up, eat up, collect stamina points, and get ready for the final stretch of the semester.
Lurv,
The Sherpa

Roommate Agreements and Getting Real [Ask the Sherpa]

Sherpa
Sherpa, the Sherpa

Dear Sherpa,
I’m a freshmen living in West Hall. This week, we’re making roommate agreements and I’m feeling a little uncomfortable. I’m worried that I might offend people if I say what I really want, because then they’ll know that what they’re doing bothers me. I’m also scared that I’ll be judged for asking for some things (quiet hours starting at 11pm, for instance.) Are roommate agreements even that important? I feel way too stressed for this. What should I do?
Signed,
Anxious to Agree

Dear Anxious to Agree,
Thanks for writing, especially about such an important subject. First off, take advantage of the opportunity to put everything on the table, and set your room on the path to success. You shouldn’t ignore your roommate agreement or move too quickly through it. A lot of good friendships have been lost over living together, and that’s a terrible thing. Friendships are the most valuable ships. Because they’re made of gold.
Making a roommate agreement for your swanky West Hall apartment-palace is a cakewalk compared to what I had to go through last summer, but perhaps I can offer some helpful advice from the trenches.
While starring on Real World: Tegucigalpa, I learned a lot of life lessons: never trust a man with fourteen fingers, don’t drink dirty water, and always, always take your earrings off before fighting any wildlife.
But the most important lesson I learned was how to live with different personalities. For example, Stefanie wanted to have friends over at all hours of the day and night. We discussed sleep schedules and landed on a couple of times when I would prefer the house to be quieter. Similarly, when Brock tried to turn the house into a tropical retreat for former convicts, all the roommates had to sit down and reach a compromise. At first, I didn’t want any convicts, but eventually, I realized I was being unreasonable. Once Brock and I could put aside our differences and worked together constructively, we agreed to open our home only to petty thieves and those who were really, really convinced of their innocence.
Real World taught me to speak up for what was important to me, but also to listen to my roommates and try to understand their perspective. Like my arch-nemesis Terrell said before he threw all of my clothes into the pool because I punched his pet turtle, “open and honest communication is the key to a strong relationship.”
Be brave, be bold and be honest. Remember that you don’t have to stop being polite to start getting real. In the end, it’s better to have one slightly awkward roommate discussion than a year of being miserable, right? And remember, it could be worse. You could be living with sleep-murdering Sherrie, or, worse, bad-breath Brock.
Love,
Sherpa

Well, I Do Declare [Ask the Sherpa]

Sherpa, the Sherpa

A student intones:

Dear Sherpa,
I know what I want to major in, and how I want to spend the rest of my days, doing philosophy and only philosophy. But I’m scared to declare my major, and become a real person. What if I change my mind? Does this mean I have to start working on my thesis right now? I’m only a sophomore…why do I feel like I’m donning my cap and gown already?
Sincerely,
Dare to Declare

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