I may be slightly obsessed with the fact that I'm an English Major, but is that really a bad thing? I mean, the English language really is a fantastic thing. That being said there are some definite telltale signs that one may be an English major.

1. You get offended when your favorite literary device is insulted.

Yes, Avery, this is directed towards you. Zeugmas are amazing, no matter what you say.

2. Your Christmas presents consist of amazing works of literature.

I may have the best family ever since they always give the best literary presents. Shout out to my amazing brother who got me Tolkien's translation of Beowulf. He's the real MVP.

3. You make a literary reference at least once a day.

This really doesn't need an explanation. I literally cracked up the other day because someone reminded me Hamlet to which I made an Ophelia joke. Yeah, horrible, I know.

4. You run out of shelf room for all of your books.

Yeah...There's no better way to word that.

5. You get upset when people don't know certain authors.

This is so true. Someone *cough cough Avery cough cough* didn't know Harper Lee...Let's just pause on that one. THE Harper Lee was not known. HOW ON EARTH.

Y'all better know these things next time you talk to an English major, or you may have just made yourself an enemy.