It is a few months ago, and I am at a frat party watching a rather riveting game of beer pong (just kidding – they’re all the same), when I am pulled into a conversation with a friend of a friend. He introduces himself and I do the same. Then comes the obvious, “What’s your major?”
“English,” I relay, bracing myself for what is sure to come next.
“Oh.” The guy looks unimpressed. “Hard,” he says, sarcastically widening his eyes for emphasis.
“But…you– you don’t…that’s kind of unfair,” I stumble over my words because I never have a great response to such bold condescension.
This happened to me at a frat party of all places. Is there no place this English major is safe? Continue reading “The Worth of an English Major”