Your Major Doesn't Make You God

Your Major Doesn't Make You God

From a "bottom-tier" student to the academic hierarchy.

My school prides itself on being a liberal arts Academy, a community that is all-inclusive and welcoming to all students, regardless of their field of interest. The school does its best, and I have nothing but respect for the environment it encourages.

However, this does not change the fact that some students see their major as an excuse to belittle their peers.

The academic hierarchy at my school consists of two types of students: Occupational Therapy majors and Nursing majors. This is not to say that every one of these students is a pious know-it-all. Don't get me wrong, I am friends with many people who major in one or both of these studies, and I would hate to make them feel like I am classifying them negatively. Still, for the sake of this article, I am going to be focusing on a specific type of students that major in these fields. My intention is not to offend, but to educate.

I am one of the commoners when it comes to academics at my school. When people ask what I am studying, I always try to be careful about how I word my response. I always get scared that, if I don't answer just right, I will come off as uneducated. For example: If I begin my response with "I'm a double major -" people are generally impressed. Then, inevitably, I have to follow the statement with "- in Communication and English." That's when the mood changes. Brows furrow, noses turn up, smiles waver just the slightest bit.

The overwhelming response I always get:


That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. After hearing my answer, non-students shrug and simply change the subject or ask one more general, uninvolved question.

This is why the stereotypical, self-righteous, more top-tier upstanding citizens at my school come into play.

To my face, the normal reaction. Nothing out of the ordinary. Behind my back, the gossip begins."


Easy way out.

Just not smart enough to do anything else.

We do much more work.

She doesn't even have to try.

Anyone can do that; she's nothing special.

My fellow students and I in the "bottomfeeder" fields of study deemed unworthy of the academically gifted students whispering behind our backs hear it all. And let me tell you right now: we don't appreciate it in the slightest.

Studying a specific field does not make you more valuable than the rest of us. While those of you in Nursing practice your craft in clinical classes, Education majors are trying their hand at child care, and English majors are writing tens of pages analyzing Shakespearean literature. We all work hard, and we are all working towards the same goal: helping society in the most effective way we can. Not everyone is right for Nursing or OT, just as you may not be suited for a career in Secondary Education or Public Relations. And that is perfectly okay.

Each field of study is difficult in its own way.

When I hear a Nursing or OT student say, "They're just lying around while we're saving lives," my blood boils.

Yes, you are saving lives, and I am eternally grateful to you.

Still, you are so quick to undermine my major when you have no idea what it entails.

For me, personally, the English language is my first love. A sequence of words, if constructed correctly, can affect a person's mood, mental state, and even his or her life. And yes, the power of words has even saved lives (most often from the grip of mental illness or grief).

So how do you think I feel when you say you are the only ones making a difference?

My point: don't look down on us little guys. We still have a lot left to show you.

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I Went To "The Bachelor" Auditions

And here's why you won’t be seeing me on TV.

It’s finally time to admit my guilty pleasure: I have always been a huge fan of The Bachelor.

I can readily admit that I’ve been a part of Bachelor fantasy leagues, watch parties, solo watching — you name it, I’ve gone the whole nine yards. While I will admit that the show can be incredibly trashy at times, something about it makes me want to watch it that much more. So when I found out that The Bachelor was holding auditions in Houston, I had to investigate.

While I never had the intention of actually auditioning, there was no way I would miss an opportunity to spend some time people watching and check out the filming location of one of my favorite TV shows.

The casting location of The Bachelor, The Downtown Aquarium in Houston, was less than two blocks away from my office. I assumed that I would easily be able to spot the audition line, secretly hoping that the endless line of people would beg the question: what fish could draw THAT big of a crowd?

As I trekked around the tanks full of aquatic creatures in my bright pink dress and heels (feeling somewhat silly for being in such nice clothes in an aquarium and being really proud of myself for somewhat looking the part), I realized that these auditions would be a lot harder to find than I thought.

Finally, I followed the scent of hairspray leading me up the elevator to the third floor of the aquarium.

The doors slid open. I found myself at the end of a large line of 20-something-year-old men and women and I could feel all eyes on me, their next competitor. I watched as one woman pulled out her travel sized hair curler, someone practiced answering interview questions with a companion, and a man (who was definitely a little too old to be the next bachelor) trying out his own pick-up lines on some of the women standing next to him.

I walked to the end of the line (trying to maintain my nonchalant attitude — I don’t want to find love on a TV show). As I looked around, I realized that one woman had not taken her eyes off of me. She batted her fake eyelashes and looked at her friend, mumbling something about the *grumble mumble* “girl in the pink dress.”

I felt a wave of insecurity as I looked down at my body, immediately beginning to recognize the minor flaws in my appearance.

The string hanging off my dress, the bruise on my ankle, the smudge of mascara I was sure I had on the left corner of my eye. I could feel myself begin to sweat. These women were all so gorgeous. Everyone’s hair was perfectly in place, their eyeliner was done flawlessly, and most of them looked like they had just walked off the runway. Obviously, I stuck out like a sore thumb.

I walked over to the couches and sat down. For someone who for the most part spent most of the two hours each Monday night mocking the cast, I was shocked by how much pressure and tension I felt in the room.

A cop, stationed outside the audition room, looked over at me. After a brief explanation that I was just there to watch, he smiled and offered me a tour around the audition space. I watched the lines of beautiful people walk in and out of the space, realizing that each and every one of these contestants to-be was fixated on their own flaws rather than actually worrying about “love.”

Being with all these people, I can see why it’s so easy to get sucked into the fantasy. Reality TV sells because it’s different than real life. And really, what girl wouldn’t like a rose?

Why was I so intimidated by these people? Reality TV is actually the biggest oxymoron. In real life, one person doesn’t get to call all the shots. Every night isn’t going to be in a helicopter looking over the south of France. A real relationship depends on more than the first impression.

The best part of being in a relationship is the reality. The best part about yourself isn’t your high heels. It’s not the perfect dress or the great pick-up lines. It’s being with the person that you can be real with. While I will always be a fan of The Bachelor franchise, this was a nice dose of reality. I think I’ll stick to my cheap sushi dates and getting caught in the rain.

But for anyone who wants to be on The Bachelor, let me just tell you: Your mom was right. There really are a lot of fish in the sea. Or at least at the aquarium.

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High School Seniors Should Be Excited For College, Not Scared

Even though it seems stressful and it is a big new place, it will be some of the best memories you will have for life.


Going into the summer after my high school graduation, all I could think about was college, and how I was going to prepare to go to a new school and move away from home. Just know, it is not as stressful as you prepare yourself for it to be. You don't need to worry about not having any friends or not knowing how to get to all the different buildings because you have to remember everyone else on campus has been in the exact same position you are in, and there are tons of people on campus to help you.

One of the things I was most worried about was classes and how to know which classes to take. My advice is to go to counseling and plan out your classes before you register. Planning out classes will drastically help you stay on track and the counselors will help you make a balanced schedule that you can actually handle.

Another piece of advice would be to not bring as much stuff for your dorm as you think you will need. By all means, bring the essential things that you will need, but remember a dorm room is very small and you share it with another person. You won't have a ton of space for extra stuff and you want to have space to move around and actually live in your dorm.

Finally, if you are concerned about meeting people and making friends, just try and be as outgoing and open as possible. Everyone else in the dorms is just as nervous as you are too meet people, it really helps to try to branch out. Joining clubs or greek life also helps you meet people around campus with common interests as you.

College is not something to be scared of. Even though it seems stressful and it is a big new place, it will be some of the best memories you will have for life.


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