Because every English major must have a blog...

It's 8:30pm on a Tuesday night and I am doing anything I can to avoid my homework. Sometimes I binge watch Friends on Netflix. Sometimes I hopelessly and pathetically play my boyfriend's Xbox by stabbing at random buttons and making my characters do endless summersaults. Sometimes I even pull up applications to places I would never actually enjoy working but that simply sound good at that moment (the Buckle, for instance). Anything I can do to get out of studying for French quizzes, grading 100-level English papers, and reading Condorcet, I WILL DO.

I am your typical upper level undergraduate student.

By now, I have already been through the loopy freshman phase where hanging out with friends at Steak'n'Shake until 2 in the morning is cool and grinding your bank account down to $10 is normal. I have no desire to go back there. That was a solid year of annoyingly loud dorm room conversations, turning in assignments late because my GPA didn't matter yet, and saving up piles and piles of dirty laundry in my room to take home to mom on the weekends. Nor do I have any desire to go back to my sophomore year when I finally realized that screwing around with my grades my first year was a bad idea, figuring out that I actually need to eat something other than pizza and ramen, and flirting with boys in my department was a very bad idea. Even the first semester of my junior year seemed to merit little as I struggled to pull my GPA up, play a sport, work, and see my boyfriend in my free time.

I am now a second semester junior. And man, does it feel like I have been here forever.

The reality is that I am a transfer student. I have only been here 2 years this semester. I have had emotional break downs about everything you can think of. For example, will I even have a job after I graduate? Popular myth likes to tell me no, but HALLELUJAH, I am an English major! Now, I know what you must be thinking. We're all a bunch of Austen and Hemingway nerds who sniff book pages in our spare time, and you might be right. BUT we're a bunch of Austen and Hemingway nerds who can write! True, most of our writing comes in the form of term essays and discreet blog posts about philosophy and book reviews. Hey, it's a start though.

So, where does this leave me?

It's 8:30 on a Tuesday night and I am doing anything I can to avoid doing my homework, including starting a blog. Those who can, write. And those who can't, hire.