I am an English
major, and I have long since accepted that I will never be rich. I have
followed my passion, but must work incredibly hard so I can make a living.
When I was a sophomore in High school,
I had the benefit of studying under an incredibly inspiring teacher.
She urged her students to think for themselves and to analyze texts far beyond the degree we have ever been permitted or expected. I fell
in love with English that year. I declared an English major early on
in college. But I began to have my doubts as plagues of uncertainty
filled me, sickening me with thoughts of feeling unworthy, unintelligent.
I doubted if I could make a life as an English teacher. I doubted my
intelligence and skill. I still doubt these things. Sometimes I am ashamed,
scared even that I am an English major. What will I do with my life?
With my degree? as people continually ask me. I don’t know if
I’m capable.
That’s when I met a group of fifth
graders.