It just confused me even more. Neither of our dinner guests seemed particularly suited for his chosen job. For instance, Dr. Elkins, who claimed to be an expert at performing surgery, had trouble cutting his meat. And Mr. Albertson, the naval aircraft pilot, had difficulty targeting his mouth with his food. Every second spoonful was dropped to the ground. I couldn't imagine what his navigation skills were like in a fighter plane. Dinner was over, our guests left, the night was getting later, and I was still "undeclared". I got out the list of majors and began paging through the possibilities for the millionth time.