I have come to the realization that I did not need an English degree. I could have majored in something else entirely and still be a competent writer and reader. I could have furthered my knowledge of languages (I really have to finish learning Spanish or Sign Language), or learned how to do something important like math or science or something. I could have majored in art and spent my days tossing paint on canvas and drawing pictures of flowers. Majored in business and secured my future for the rest of my life.
But if I want to spend my days reading and writing, English was the way to go.
So I basically spent about $80,000 to become "qualified" to do something I already knew how to do.
Not only that, but it's something that a lot of people do, and some of them are better than me at it. I've read a lot of blogs lately, and there are people out there who do interesting things with their lives like science, or music composition, who write just as well as I do.
I feel like I should have a god-like knowledge of grammar for such a heinous price tag....but grammar still confuses and terrifies me on a regular basis. Participles, what even is? Or maybe I should have a wealth of knowledge about the literary greats? All I can tell you is that Moby Dick is a terrible read, and Mark Twain is my literary hero. That literature has always been about expression, capturing emotions and feelings of the writers about some subject that was important to them.
But I'm no wealth of knowledge. I'm no god of grammar. I'm just the same reader/writer I've always been, but with more books under my belt.
I am such a sham, with my flashy degree. I hope you love me anyway.