In the spring of my senior year of high school, I gave my father the silent treatment for two days. He deserved it--he had refused to discuss what I should major in. He argued that it was too early to do so, that the point of Columbia was to stumble upon something worth studying. After some gentle prodding from my mother, he relented, apologized, and confirmed my decision to major in political science.
On Monday, I finally and officially declared my major--Russian literature and culture.