For many, high school was a breeze. Pass this class, get a C in that one. Study a little for math. Wait all day for gym class. Many kids came and went with no real sense of direction. Everyone stressed about math and studied for science, but English? Very few took the class seriously. And those of us who did ended up somewhat on the outside of everything else. We were seen as aloof, almost snobby know-it-alls who were good for nothing except showing off for the English teacher and making everyone else look bad.

Now, as mini adults, we've come to college with our arms wide open and expectant for books, papers, and stimulating discussions about literature. Some of us are great at other things, for sure, but understanding and discussing literature comes as easily to us as understanding cells and the human body comes to biology majors. Of course, this leaves us with the reputation for being nearly everything except what we are.

We're not all "starving authors" who barely shower and listen to weird music. We appreciate our acoustic guitars just as much as the next person, and writing is our passion, but most of us aren't as "hippie" as people think. We're just normal people who read a lot of good (and bad) books and are willing to discuss opinions and topics openly that many wouldn't even in their own homes (anarchy, the future of the human race, the history of words). We tend to be very understanding, open minded, and willing to hear any differing opinions people have to offer. Growth is important to us and we embrace it almost willingly.

Of course, this leads to our homes/rooms being just as messy as our minds. But, it's a controlled mess. Clutter can be comforting in a sense; it feels homier. Our minds are constantly filled with ideas, characters, scenes, words - and our world needs to reflect it from time to time. We see and notice the smallest of details that usually go unnoticed. In our search for inspiration, we notice the way the girl in the library holds her coffee or the way the kid in our class chews on his pencil when he gets anxious. And we'll remember things about you too.

Not all of us wear glasses and carry around novels. This isn't to say that some of us don't have entire bookshelves in our rooms, or that we haven't read a good amount of books. In college, it's hard to find time for pleasure reading. If we find a few moments alone with a good book, it's a kind of paradise. We're average people with a passion for words that we want to share with anyone willing to listen.

And, finally, we know what we want to do with our lives. We each have our own goals and we're willing to do whatever it takes to reach them. Whether it's working in publishing, doing freelance work, writing novels, or even teaching, we each are ready to share our passion for literature with the world, and with you.

We English majors want nothing more than to find someone to grow with. We crave a muse; someone we can admire for hours and scribble onto pages at three in the morning. We search high and low for words and sentences that shake us up and leave us wondering, and we want to share those words with someone special. We're ready to share our passion with someone who will support us and our dreams.