I'm not even going to speak on Clemson.
(I don't hate the school or team...but still.)
you know you're in an art major when...
you blow your nose and charcoal comes out.
your fingernails are never ever clean.
you have permanent ink marks on your hand.
you have charcoal EVERYWHERE.
you say things like 'simple ambiguous design'.
and your professor every monday, wednesday, and friday morning at 8 am walks into the room and the FIRST thing he says is (every time): "Are we having fun yet?"