Okay, let’s say for no explainable reason whatsoever that tomorrow you find yourself face to face with yourself in the past from 1996. If you weren’t alive in 1996, you probably should just go back and keep watching Jonas Brothers or whatever the fuck you were just doing.
For me, I was graduating high school in 1996, so I would probably have to warn myself about being talked into majoring in sociology in college. Well… okay, long story short, after high school, my dad got a job at Eastern Michigan University so I moved up there and went to EMU because the tuition would be really cheap. I majored in film and mass media, with a minor in anthropology. Lots of cool shit, I loved it.
Two years into college, my dad gets a job at UNC-Asheville and so I follow him back down to NC, following the cheap tuition. Only UNCA is a shitty school, with neither film and mass media or anthropology departments. So I was told that my options were to take my anthro credits and apply them towards a sociology major or start almost all the way over. I should have just started over and majored in art. Sociology was the biggest waste of time except for having been introduced to a few cool authors.