Fighting via text takes a ridiculous amount of effort because you have to proofread before sending.
Your parents encourage you to strive to be a doctor, lawyer, or engineer. Any job that sounds prestigious and will keep you living in the lap of luxury.
Many people ask me, “Why are you an English major?” right after I say I don’t want to be a teacher.
This is a story about writing.
You are bewildered by the fact that publishing houses haven’t come pounding on your door to offer you a job. Your English professors repeatedly told you that your education in the Liberal Arts equipped you with a skill set in communicating effectively and thinking critically.
I had just finished two-and-a-half years at a community college and transferred to a “real college.” The meeting with my counselor was in late November, so the variety of classes were sparse, unique ones kicked to the curb.
English majors. Paperback-sniffing, semicolon-slinging, hairy-hearted mystics of the collegiate pantheon.
To everyone who thinks that an English major is most likely lazy, unambitious and indolent, consider the fact that people who go on to do master’s degrees teach at the high schools and colleges your children attend.
I loved being an English major. I think it was the second best decision I ever made in college.
When I was 5, I wrote my first book.