I'm sure there will always be a need for people who can speak several different languages.
Now, if they majored in the subject my nephew did, you would have a reason to worry.
After transferring to a highly recognized College in England and nearly bankrupting my sister in law, he got his degree in Shakespearean Acting !
There isn't a hell of a lot of job openings around for Shakespearean actors these days. I think the peek demand went down about 400 years ago.
Today, he's working as a waiter at a local restaurant. A job he could have qualified for fresh out of High School.
Once again, it all boils down to luck and making your own as best you can, or as the Bard assures us,
"Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to Heaven." So, for example, once your nephew tires of serving up jalapeno poppers, his degree from a British university--
ANY British university--in Shakespearean Drama means he could be just a light Ph.D. in most anything at all away from an easy layup to a good solid tenure track professorship in most any college stateside with a Drama Department. The pay's not typically stellar, but that can still be a pretty sweet ride for a free spirit, what with those paid year sabbaticals and other perks. Were it
my nephew, I'd suggest doubling down with a job or internship at some place like the
Folger Shakespeare Library in DC to keep his hand on that pulse, ear to the ground, and to sharpen up his thespian nerd cred even more. The fact that the Library of Congress, the 9,000 Pound Gorilla of research resources, is also just across the street from the Folger means he'd have every duck neatly in a row for absitively deadly research, should he wish to finally get to the bottom of just what the hell made that
Iago such a malevolent prick, which might have all the makings for a nicely trenchant thesis in our own
Age of Intersectionality.
"Wast the poppers not to thy liking, mine lord?"