The Perks Of Being An English Major
This one’s for all my fellow English majors out there. I’m sure you can relate.
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Is it okay to laugh and cry at this at the same time?
Thanks for sharing!
Yep. I felt the same way!
Substitute “president” for “prime minister”, or occasionally “the Queen”, and you’ve got my glamourous life in a nutshell, there.
Good to know the useless English major is universal. Haha.
I KNEW I should have chosen English Lit rather than Theater Arts as my major all those years ago! How different my life would be! *sigh* Silly me. I could be helping the President instead of designing costumes and calling cues 8 shows/week. Why, oh why didn’t someone tell me about these perks? I feel so cheated…damn those Career Counselors!
You could be writing the president’s speeches!
missfitz – perhaps this modest post will make you feel a little better. While working on my English major, I envied all those theater arts majors because they seemed to be having the most fun. Not that reading Milton and writing mind-numbing essays wasn’t fun. I suppose it’s all relative.
Hahahaha! This! I have got 6 weeks (!!) left of my English major. And as it gets closer and closer to the end I’m panicking more and more and more.
(We don’t usually call it a ‘major’ here but it my case I’m literally doing major English and minor Philosophy) x
Teach!
Reblogged this on Life, Lyrics and Lemoncake and commented:
My life. As it gets closer to the end (6 weeks! Puke!!) I look forward to these perks. So funny. As the top comment says, Is it ok to laugh and cry at this?
…and I am sitting here in a tiny former soviet country of ice, cold and mud hammering out pages of application questions, motivation essays and revitalizing my CV/Resume with only 92 days left of my English teaching contract. What next? Another exotic Teach Abroad adventure or that Work/Study Program in Berkeley, California. My career counselor helped me change my major from Behavioral Science (because what the heck are ya gonna do with that) to English. I LOVE it!!! The laughing as well as the crying.
Just me, sitting next to my little electri heater in the Republic of Georgia, Good night.
One thing an English degree is definitely good for…teaching. So you can always go that route, right?
A few years ago, my wife and I paid a contractor to barge into our homes, disrupt our lives, and make our living space an unliveable hell. During the process, he went over a written proposal for a project on the garage, but when he discovered that I was an English major/English teacher, the man became nervous about his writing. He stared at his words like a neanderthal trying to read Shakepseare. His face grew an ashen pall. He swallowed dry. Suddenly, I felt the power of the Universe swell within me, the heavenly chimes…chimed. Angels sang. Dolphins wept. I gave my wife a cocky grin. She got turned on by my prowess.
And that is why I became an English Major!
He still screwed us.
It seems the English phobia or rather English Major Mania is a universal phenomenon. In Pakistan too, we envy anyone speak English in Foreign ( British or American) accent and anyone having masters degree either in Eng. literature or language is regarded as the true literate representing the pirvileged class. Hope we as citizens of the world get over with such complexes and start feeling proud at our native language and culture while respecting that of each others’. Erum
It has helped me earn a living as a writer since leaving university in 1979. Not because I can parse Chaucer but because I was scared shitless by some super-demanding professors. No editor has ever been that harsh since!
But I wish my income was about five times what it is. I know of no English majors using those skills primarily who make a lot of money.
broadsideblog – We English majors are LOADED with currency, it’s just not monetary in value. For instance, the superiority we feel when we see the tip jar labelled “tip’s” (which MUST get stiffed), or the giddiness we feel when we pass right by the grocery store aisle that reads “15 items or less.” How about the triumph when someone starts a sentence with “Me and my mother…”? Isn’t that money? Doesn’t that make you feel RICH?
English majors are the one-percent!