"In my free time I sit around and think of life’s big questions and worry endlessly that I will be forgotten. Then I realize that if I only wrote and worked on my writing every so often that maybe I could become immortal, like Shakespeare’s mistress, but I would be the poet and my words would breathe life back into me." -Cristina
Getting a degree in English
A lot of people reacted in a similar way when I told them my Major. That common reaction was worry, and it still is. "What will you do with that?" "How will you support yourself?" These were/are common questions asked by most, my family included. During a similar line of questioning, by my mother, I responded: "It's called 'starving artist' for a reason, Mamma." She wasn't thrilled to say the least.
The thing about my major is, I'm good at it. 'It' being writing, and not in a boasting sense at all, I'm just decent at what I do, and I should be able to acknowledge that. I'm not a scientist, and I'm definitely not a mathematician. I feel as though my body physically repels the maths and sciences, although some do peak my interest every now and then. I'm a good writer, there I said it. I'll shout it from the rooftops if it'll get everyone to stop questioning my life and the choices I make.
Now that I've gotten my Bachelor's degree in English, I feel as though I can do a lot of different things, but the first step will be leaving the house and finding a decent job...
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