The mundane struggles of a Classics major
My first point is one with which I'm sure you're all familiar. My parents and I saw some preview for a movie with Orlando Bloom, and my mom turns to me and asks, "Wasn't he in that movie? Tr... Trail... or something?"
At this point, I wanted to stab my eyes out. I love my mother, but she honestly does not know anything about what I study. The most she knows is through that mockery of a movie, and she didn't even remember the name of that.
Then again, she also thinks that in my Classics classes, we read Shakespeare. At least, though, she saw Hecuba with me and enjoyed it! But she made me laugh when she said, "I wish she hadn't killed the children!"
My second point is one that someone else brought up in comments--Post Bacc programs. I've pretty much decided I don't want to do one, for a couple reasons. The first is because it will be extra money I can't really afford to spend. The second is because I'm already a fifth year undergrad student. I'd really rather not delay any longer. I've done enough that, at the very least, my own department will probably take me for their MA program, so I no longer see the necessity of Post Bacc programs for me. The real conflict is whether or not I'll be laughed out if I wanted to apply to MA/PhD programs also.
Currently, my rather haphazard strategy is to apply to several places and see what happens. I have various professors telling me conflicting things about my chances out there. I figure the best I can do is just try to apply and make sure I have back-ups.