The Life And Struggles Of English Majors, As Told In GIFs

The Life And Struggles Of English Majors, As Told In GIFs

Seriously, who needs math?


Like most English majors, I chose the subject as my major because it is something I know I'm good at and have a passion for. Since beginning my studies in college, I've already gotten a taste of what English offers, in literature, writing, editing, and everything in between. I have never doubted my decision, but there are times when all of the class-assigned reading overwhelms me. I wouldn't change it for the world. I love reading, writing, and I'm working hard in school to better myself as a student. Here is a list of the triumphs and struggles all English majors can relate to.

1. You die a little inside when people still can't distinguish the difference between there, their, and they're.


2. You find yourself searching for any hint of hidden meaning or symbolism in just about EVERYTHING. 


Don't even get me started on what a MASTERPIECE Get Out is. Jordan Peele is a genius.

3. Let's face it. You have a book hoarding problem.


You know what they say -- the first step is admitting you have a problem...a problem that you're probably not going to fix. If you're like me, you justify it by saying, "At least I'm not a cocaine addict. There's that."

4. You love feedback from your professors, and you love to use new words and improve your writing.


5. You take advantage of those small moments of inspiration, even if that's just one sentence you'll use in your next essay.


6. You're a sucker for office supplies and stationery. Target is basically heaven.


7. Your longer essays can be tough, but when you're finally done, it's so worth it.


8. Your computer/laptop is basically an extension of you.


9. That moment when you get an A on an essay you worked so hard on.


10. Your best friends are books. You can always count on them, even during the most difficult times.


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Please Spare Me From The Three Months Of Summer Break When People Revert Back To High Schoolers

They look forward to swapping stories with their friends at the local diner, walking around their old high school with a weird sense of superiority, and reminiscing their pre-college lives.


I know a surprising amount of people who actually couldn't wait to go home for the summer. They look forward to swapping stories with their friends at the local diner, walking around their old high school with a weird sense of superiority, and reminiscing their pre-college lives.

Me? Not so much. I don't mean to sound bitter. It's probably really comforting to return to a town where everyone knows your name, where your younger friends want you around to do their prom makeup, and where you can walk through Target without hiding in the deodorant aisle. But because I did this really annoying thing where my personality didn't really develop and my social anxiety didn't really loosen its grip on me until college, I have a very limited number of people to return to.

If you asked someone from my high school about Julia Bond, they would probably describe her as shy, studious, and uptight. I distinctly remember being afraid of people who JUULed (did you get high from it? was it illegal? could I secondhand smoke it and get lung cancer?) and crying over Algebra 1 in study hall (because nothing says fun and friendly like mascara steaks and furious scribbling in the back corner while everyone else throws paper airplanes and plays PubG Mobile).

I like to tell my college friends that if I met High School Julia, I would beat her up. I would like to think I could, even though I go to the gym now a third of the time I did then. It's not that it was High School Julia's fault that she closed herself off to everyone. She had a crippling fear of getting a B and an even worse fear of other people. But because she was so introverted and scared, College Julia has nothing to do but re-watch "The Office" for the 23rd time when she comes back.

Part of me is jealous of the people who came into their own before college. I see pictures of the same big friend groups I envied from a distance in high school, all their smiling faces at each other's college football games and pool parties and beach trips, and it makes me sad that I missed out on so many friendships because I was too scared to put myself out there. That part of me really, really wishes I had done things differently.

But a bigger, more confident part of me is really glad I had that experience. Foremost, everything I've gone through has shaped me. I mean, I hid in the freaking bathroom during lunch for the first two weeks of my freshman year of high school. I never got up to sharpen my pencil because I was scared people would talk about me. I couldn't even eat in front of people because I was so overwhelmingly self-conscious. I remember getting so sick at cross country practice because I ran four or five miles on an empty stomach.

Now, I look back and cringe at the ridiculousness because I've grown so much since then. Sure, I still have my quirks and I'm sure a year from now I'll write an article about what a weirdo Freshman Julia was. But I can tell who had the same experience as me. I can tell who was lonely in high school because they talk to the kids on my floor that study by themselves. I can tell who was afraid of speaking up because they listen so well. I can tell who was without a friend group because they stand by me when others don't. I can tell who hated high school, because it's obvious that they've never been as happy as they are now.

My dislike for high school, while inconvenient for this summer, might be one of the best things to happen to me. I learned how to overcome my fears, how to be independent, and how to make myself happy. I never belonged in high school, and that's why I will never take for granted where I belong here at Rutgers.

So maybe I don't have any prom pictures with a bunch of colorful dresses in a row, and maybe I didn't go to as many football games as I should have. Maybe I would've liked pep rallies, and maybe I missed out on senior week at the beach. But if I had experienced high school differently, I wouldn't be who I am today.

I wouldn't pinch myself daily because I still can't believe how lucky I am to have the friends that I do.

I wouldn't smile so hard every time I come back from class and hear my floormates calling me from the lounge.

I wouldn't well up when my roommate leaves Famous Amos cookies on my desk before a midterm, or know how to help the girl having a panic attack next to me before a final, or hear my mom tell my dad she's never seen me this happy before.

If I had loved high school, I wouldn't realize how amazing I have it in college. So amazing, in fact, that I never want to go home.

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As College Comes To A Close

I graduate college in a few days, here's a reflection on my time here.


I graduate from college this year. It seems like only yesterday I was just graduating high school and becoming a writer for the Odyssey. I recall the end of high school is a crazy time because I was drowning in Precalculus and AP English work.

I always wonder why I waited to do all my most complex classes in my senior year. Thinking back, it was insane, but nowadays, I realize that it's proof that I can take any workload that comes my way.

It was truly the craziest time because I barely had the energy to do art or anything I wanted. I only had work on my mind because I had come so far and it was pointless to just drop out if I was so close to the finish line.

I had some of the most difficult nights just attempting to find a balance between school and leisure, but I found a way through. It was all part of the process.

So, the end of school comes. I graduate, high honors and with a SHH cord for taking Spanish for four years. The requirement is only two, but I stuck with it for the duration of high school since I always did really well with it.

The summer arrives. I start getting back into my art and spinning vinyl. I have time to finally get back to me. I have the proper time to slow down and recharge and make up for lost time.

Eventually, August is here. The first day of college. My vivid recollection of my first day was that I got right into doing the first assignments for class very easily since I did online school from 5th grade to 12th grade.

The first days were interesting because I was still finding a balance of how to complete all my work in a timely manner without ever missing a deadline. I managed to maneuver my schedule so I could work from Monday to Friday, and I could have my weekends free, so I could have time for art and spinning vinyl.

My basic theory there is that I work all week and I earn my weekends. I'm on the computer all week, so I get a little bit of free time and time away from technology since I'm on it all the time anyway.

I've had all different classes, and a lot of music has been the soundtrack to surviving the workload. I've rediscovered a lot of music and I've found a lot of new stuff as well.

The most insane college class that I'll never forget is Financial Accounting I because, I've never had to do so much work in one course. This course had so many steps to completing lessons that I still can't process how I made it through. That class was intense to the point of me working from 8 AM to 5 PM and then from 7 PM to midnight, every night.

I felt that was the time when I was spiraling out of control, because it was just insane. Then, March 2018 happened. The Nor'Easter storms which kept us out of our house for about a month and we had to relocate to a motel due to the electric being out since the power grid was down for days on end.

Things got better. We got back home eventually, and I've been doing good.

I've been staying up on my work, and getting things in order.

I started college, a few months after high school, a little uncertain of where it would take me. College was an interesting concept, but there's always a fear of if it can really be applied.

So, I'm a writer for the Odyssey Online and a college student, at the time.

Today, I'm an artist, writer, photographer, vinyl enthusiast, and I run my own music blog.

At the start of college, I didn't know what was gonna happen. Surely, I was gonna study and get a degree, but so much more happened. I found myself to another degree. I found more awesome bands on vinyl. I took another gazillion photos. I took a massive amount of portraits and I was my own model. Somehow, all of this tied together, and I graduate and I have all this awesome stuff under my belt.

My next chapter continues with another two year degree, continuing by studying Human Resources. I plan to continue writing for the Odyssey. I plan to keep taking photos and updating my photography blog. I plan to keep writing for Generation Clash, because I'm beyond proud of the fact that it's no longer an idea and officially a reality.

College is a crazy time. It's a time of growth and opportunities and I'm glad I've taken the hint.

So, here's a piece of my journey. Anything worth going for in life is never easy. You have to your strength in the hardest moments. When it gets crazy, remember all your progress, and keep moving forward. You'll never know what comes next unless you keep going. Stay motivated and everything will be okay. Everything that has happened has led to this moment.

Here's to the class of 2019!!

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