No English degree. Hopefully learning new tricks for an old dog.
I’ve always known that an English major was not directly associated with a promising career path, usually conjuring the image of the unsuccessful-yet-still-pretentious writer or, on the other end of the spectrum, the assumption of grad school to further the English major to make it more, well, useful. Almost every single time when someone asked me about my major, it would go something like this:
Random Person approaches me and attempts to make small talk about life, which inevitably leads to the question, “So, what’s your major?”
“I’m an English major,” I declare confidently, as I’m sure the connotation of my major must entail the long hours of research and detailed literature analyses which have made me so vastly intelligent.
“Oh,” Random Person replies with a slight raise of the eyebrows, “So you’re going to teach?”
This is the point where I either want to slam my face into my…
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