Growing up I always loved to read and write, just as other people loved to build or play sports. In fact, I loved those things too. However, when it came to applying to school, I didn’t think twice about applying for an English degree. I knew that I wanted to be one of those people who loved what they did for a living. I mean, isn’t that what we all want? To go to work every day and not have it feel like an obligation, but to have it feel like a hobby or something you truly love.

Now, I’m in my final week of classes in my undergrad, and I have absolutely no regrets. The love I had for English and literature before entering school is nothing compared to the love I have for it now. The skills that I have learned are remarkable.

Others may look at me and think it’s great that I can read and write, but so can most people in the country we live in. They may wonder what on earth I’m going to do with a degree like this. They may even frown upon my choice as something impractical or unrealistic. In fact, many even wonder what the point is behind all of the humanities and arts degrees.