Random acquaintance: “So, what’s your major?”
Me: “English.” [add in polite smile and casual nod]
Random acquaintance: [pause…] “Oh, so you want to be a teacher!” [note the lack of a question mark at the end of this statement]
- All too many times have I found myself in the scenario I’ve attempted to portray above. Even writing it seems to have my blood pressure raising a few mmHg.
- I’ve always loved English class. While everyone else uneasily laughed at the closure of The Grapes of Wrath, I myself was fascinated with Steinbeck’s ending as I ferociously reread chapters to find connections between different symbolic entities.
- I suppose that when I am in a scenario such as the one above , I am simply frustrated by this innocent ignorance. Why is it that no one comes to the conclusion that an architecture major must want a career teaching architecture?
- Needless to say, I love this quirky language of ours and choosing it as a major, after deciding that the hell of being music major was simply not worth the agony, only seemed fit.
- And so, I have led you to my reason for joining this class. Countless frustrating conversations have led me to question exactly what I want to do with my degree. In an attempt to answer this, I have joined this class in hopes that I will understand what I want, or perhaps what I do not want to do with the next 40 years.
- Who knows, perhaps I’ll even like teaching!