Asking My Granddaughter About Her Major in College

I do not have a smidgeon of an idea Speaker is my teenage granddaughter Rhea I thought you were a senior in college, I say. She nods her head, agreeing straight away. Don’t you have to declare a major before senior year? If I knew you would hound me, I would not have come here. Seriously, Rhea, what is your major? I ask, trying to sound kind. “I think I will be queen of the internet; I have that sort of mind.”