I had a history professor tell me I should consider history as a major when I'd crapped out of my first major, problem was (as I told him) the janitor on my dorm floor was a four year grad with a history degree from that very university. He suggested that such people just didn't want to leave the university environment, but agreed that a minimum of a master's degree was needed to get anywhere, and a doctorate to teach. He also amusingly noted that a couple of his candidates were in Central America and he was going to spend Christmas break down there with them, helping them sort something out, mainly because of the risk that they might be changing to anthropology. :^)
I got that beat. I was brought into a conference with the head of the Spanish department when I was a freshman. I was told that my Spanish was so good that I should become a Spanish major. They needed a Spanish major or two to keep their status as a separate department or something.
I was given a tour of the Casa Hispanica, and was told I would have the run of the place including a key to the front door among other perks. Further, my grades would always be A/A+ and that would put me in line to be Valedictorian of my class. Such are the machinations behind the scenes of the world of academia. I should have taken the deal.