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Finally, something that won’t be graded.

Don’t get me wrong – life as an English major has more perks than a Victoria’s Secret model’s boobs. Grammar is an impeachable strong suit, limiting a paper to 8-10 pages makes me shudder, I live for symbolism so I look into things deeply and empathetically (and would love to analyze your dream from last night), I can conjure up an email when I need to make myself at least appear professional, and, no, I would not at all mind proofreading your essay, as doing so healthily quenches my low-key thirst for control.

Whether they make me look like a nerd or a nerd, there is no denying these English major pros(e). (No? Nobody?)

At this point, you probably are not, but some may be wondering something. If being an English major makes you so happily fulfilled, why are you putting work into a blog?

This is a great question! (Oh, that too: I am an Adolescent Education major in conjunction with English. Alas, I may slip and say some teacher-esque things here and there. Did I mention my favorite apple is honey crisp?)

Despite all the qualities that make my English major worthwhile, I’m not always sitting on a bed of sunflowers. It’s an easy major to loathe. For example, right there – if I used the contraction “it’s” on an essay, that may cost me a full letter grade. That’s what can really suck: the constant formality. The expectations that every single word must be perfect. The paranoia of using too many commas for that professor’s liking. The paranoia of that professor criticizing the Oxford comma. Nightmare worthy stuff here, people.

Really, though. Being an English major can suck because there is a lot expected out of me. Although I am confident in my writing skills for sure, I realize that I am not a perfect autocorrect system. That’s what my grades depend on, though: embodying autocorrect. I am always writing for a grade – for perfection, if you will.

When comes the time when I can just write for me? Without worry of an extra comma, a contraction, a slip-up of verb tenses, or phrasing that is “too cliché”? When can I write what I want, how I want, not for a grade, but merely for pure satisfaction?

Cue WordPress.

If you have stuck around long enough to read this, thank you. You’re awesome, and I’m glad you’re here. Welcome to the inside of my head.