English majors are a shady bunch. They lurk along the edges of a party, and when you least expect it – boom: an in depth discussion about metaphysical poetry written by clergymen which is all about sex.
Okay, maybe we only do that when we’re alone. But get more than one English major in a room, and invariably someone will bring up a book, which will cause us to talk about things that no one else cares about. We can kill a conversation by bringing up “the Romantics,” or by trying to compare recent works to ancient ones. And even if you try to change the subject, we will always manage to steer it back to literature.
Of course, this will probably make ordinary people want to avoid English majors, but again, shady. We hide in plain sight, and only the most observant of people will find us.
Since I am an English major, I thought I’d share a few key things to look for, if you’re trying to spot one of us in the wild.
- We carry more books around with us than necessary. When our backpacks gape open, one will catch site of whatever books are needed for that day’s classes (if we remember them), along with 1-3 books that are for research, for pleasure reading, or that just jumped into the bag because we can’t go a day without it. This can push our book total to between five and seven. It also doesn’t help that we add and remove books throughout the day, depending on who we run into.
- We’re constantly pushing books on unsuspecting victims. With more tenacity than a drug dealer, we will not stop until you agree to take it from us. We will then harass you every time you appear in our line of sight, asking how the book is going and whether or not you’re enjoying it. We won’t take no for an answer. And we will want that book back sometime before the next century, because the moment we hand the book over, we suddenly want to read it again.
- We mock all publications that aren’t up to our standards, but that won’t keep us from reading them. And we’ll be very vocal about it, to the exclusivity of all else. When we come in contact with a mocked publication, convention says that we must spend enough time mocking it to make it clear to all others around us that we’re right, and that they should see things the way we do.
- We have a not only a favorite genre of fiction, but also a favorite time period. For some, it’s the chivalric Romances of the middle ages, others Arthurian legends. There are then the Romantics—which is different from the Romances—who espouse love for the British poets, the Modernists of the early twentieth century, and the Post-Modernists of today. And we will find a book from within our “time period” to make our point, no matter what our point happens to be.
- English majors flock together. After all, it’s easier to have a conversation about literature with other people who have the same background of reading that you do. It’s not uncommon for us to be found in groups of two and three. And we’re quick to root out other English majors in a crowd because we’re interested in what other people have to say.
If you know someone who does more than one of the above points, they are or should be an English major, whether or not they know it. Many English majors start out in another field of study when they enter college. I was a Business major, one friend was a History major, and another a Bio major.
We didn’t switch because we thought English was easier. We switched because we couldn’t understand why we were studying something else. Poetry and stories call to us: each book read, each poem contemplated moves us further into the realm of the English Major.
And once we’re there, we don’t know how to be anything else.













…metaphysical poetry written by clergymen which is all about sex.
John Donne rocks.
I’m no English Major, and I am guilty of all five of the above points. Perhaps I should consider becoming one.
I’m so glad that someone got that I was referring to Donne
Once you’ve been introduced to “The Flea,” it’s hard not to like him
Rich: You should consider it if you’re not happy with the major you have now. After all, no matter what your major, you can always enjoy books. But, if you feel like “what am I doing here?” a few English classes won’t hurt.
Back when I was applying to PhD programs (before my life took a left turn), my area of interest was Elizabethan/Jacobean poetry and drama (basically Wyatt to Marvell).
The Flea is brilliant, and Elegy to His Mistress (sometimes called number 19) is among the best examples of subtle erotica ever written.
Rich, take it from one who’s been there, Lisa is spot on. If you’re already following another track and it fits you, stay there, but keep enjoying your books!
I have all of the English Major traits–and was told I should be one in high school. My mom was one–her minor, anyway. But I went to college to become an engineer.
Sometimes I think I’m the only engineer who has verbal skills……
I am now going to college,went through a whole air force career, and now want to write about my experiences. English is my major. I finished up a two year degree and now attending a university. The time of my life!
I’m an English major at DePaul and I’m guilty of #1 and #4. This is so amusingly, awesome. I’ve linked it on my website (English Major under the Girl). Is that alright?
Mihoriel: I’m glad you enjoyed it, and linkage is always good.
Marseille:
I’m an engineer too and I know just what you mean. I’ve always been in charge of editing and streamlining the project documents. I joke about how engineers have a required university course on how to forget every grammar rule (along with how to forget and misunderstand the humanities).
A lot of these points apply to a large number of majors. I see it in engineering all the time!
I’m just finding all the funny stuff today! Great article; I might have to bookmark the web site. Wow, first comment in a long time…
ROTFLMAO. My backpack is right by me, open, and I see 4 books. 2 for class, and 2 i’m currently reading.
i’m guilty of all of them.
I find it worrying that an English Major would type the sentence:
“When our backpacks gape open, one will catch site of whatever books are needed for that day’s classes”
Still haven’t bothered to teach you how to spell yet, eh?
Technically, “site” is spelled correctly. It’s just not the correct word choice in that sentence.
And really? I can’t spell, hense the incorrect word choice. It came up correct in the spell check, and this whole post was written 20 minutes before class last year. And my eye tends to skim over words… If they sound right, they must be right. Hense why it took me three reads to try to figure out which misspelling you were talking about, since nothing is misspelled.
guilty on all counts…and speaking of counting - not a good idea to count on spelunker chequers
haha Saf got pwnd by lisa good job go english
English majors don’t have to know how to spell and often times we are terrible at it.
Also, I have noticed that most English majors share this problem with me. We cannot help but analyze any form of narrative. This of course includes the usual prose and poetry but also movies, tv shows, stories people tell us, our own dreams. Regardless of the narratives quality or intent we are assigning it meaning. We just can’t help ourselves.