Horror fascinates me. I have a theory as to why: I was an extremely fearful child. I remember losing sleep after watching my dad play the zombies map on “Call of Duty: World at War.” The same thing happened with the skeletons in “Pirates of the Caribbean.” It got so bad that I was scared of the letter “Z” branded on the spine of a copy of “World War Z” in my aunt’s room.

Is it unnatural to feel grief over the death of someone with whom you never had a personal relationship? Someone who was never even conscious of your existence?

Amidst the record number of freshmen this year, many have not nailed down which major to specialize in. Instead of picking one, you might have assumed the seemingly shameful title of “undecided.” Maybe you did declare a major but are not passionate about it. You might be worried about making money or just generally unsure.