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I suspect you English majors out there have been forced to ponder this question.  I won't even go into the questions asked of philosophy majors.   I call it THE QUESTION and it made me write my book, You Majored in What? Mapping Your Path from Chaos to Career. 

I was a sociology major.  The study of society.  Hmm...psychology lite?   Majoring in common sense?  Or just plain useless?  Just what does one "do" with that, if you don't want to become a sociology professor or social worker? 

And I struggled for many years to find the answer.  Until I realized there was no answer.  I didn't "do" anything with my sociology major.  I just "did."  I entered a variety of careers from human resources manager to retail merchandiser to school psychologist to social worker to guitar instructor to rehabilitation counselor and on and on, each time carrying my sociology major along for the ride.

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The book was typeset and copyedited, the cover finished, the flap copy written and approved; there was nothing else to do, except look forward to publication.  And to try to figure out how best to ease Dusty into promotional mode.  The difficulties with that particular proposition were twofold: first, Dusty distrusts and dislikes people.  Second, Dusty is very seldom presentable.

The first isn't an insurmountable obstacle; after all, I had a year of training and competing him in many different locales and under many different circumstances.  He's accustomed to being poked, bumped, nudged, stroked, prodded, grazed, and petted.  He loathes it-hates it like hellmouth-but he endures it.  And if it gets to be too much and risks pushing over the edge into loup garou territory, he gives me plenty of warning in the way of bristling fur, lowered ears, and curled upper lip, so I can step in in time to stop the apocalypse.

The second difficulty is a bit more problematic.