Not everyone is a writer. Most people at Hopkins aren’t writers. You’ve got your premeds, your engineers, your econ majors, your chemists and your computer techs--none of these people know how to write a paper. And yet every one of these people has to take a few Writing Intensive classes.

It’s pretty funny to watch these people sometimes, especially when they first realize they need to take a Writing Intensive.

It’s strange that they always have this reaction, since a lot of these people tend to make fun of those of us who are humanities majors and can finish a 10 page paper in a night without breaking a sweat.

Sometimes it’s a little frustrating when you see the same friend who made fun of you for your major yesterday wander into one of your classes.

Especially when they have a smirk on their face like this will be the easiest class they’ve taken at Hopkins.

Until the professor hands out the syllabus, and there’s 200 pages of reading a week, 14 papers a semester and about 47 mini papers due every class period.

They might even ask the professor for some leniency, to which the professor, annoyed at the premed in his History and Politics of 20th Century European Colonization of Africa class, will reply that the real world doesn't allow leniency.

Your friend will struggle a lot, and panic, and probably cry.

Until they eventually ask for your help.

To which you’ll remind them of all those times they made fun of you for your major.

But you will take pity on them eventually.

And they will be forever indebted to you.

You'll both be incredibly relieved when the class is over.

Unfortunately, their Writing Intensive requirements are not over.

But at least the semester is.