Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Majoring in English...? with Intern Tom

Here's another Facebook note. I hope you all enjoy it; I know I ... didn't even read it all the way through. This guy came on my radio show a few times. That's why I call him an intern. I don't know if he's actually interning anywhere.

So hi everyone.

I'm sure many of you have dealt with a wishy-washy uncertainty in regards to my future as an English major at UMass, seeing as I've confided in several of my friends on this topic. I've hemmed and hawwed (sp?) about my major since I entered college. When I was at RWU I majored in Communications, then found my observant and empathetic side during the summer of 2007 and decided I wanted to be a research Psychologist, so I transferred to UMass and switched my major to Psychology. Towards the end of the summer, my thought process changed and I switched to Journalism, in order to apply my strengths to serve the public.[Note from Dmur: So humanitarian!]

Once at UMass I switched out of Journalism [Note from Dmur: oops], declared myself an Anthropology major for...oh...a week or so...then got fed up with myself, charted my strengths and weaknesses, and decided, once and for all, that English would be my best bet. Why? Because it's applicable to many many many different jobs and I'm a good writer [Note from Dmur: Right.].

Now I have, yet again, stumbled upon the issue of, "Do I want to stick with this major?" This time, however, my thoughts have turned to the issue of job satisfaction vs. $$$ [Note from Dmur: I think that means money. Or he wants to be a rapper].

If you know anything about the BA in English, the general consensus is that the field does not pay particularly well. However, seeing as writing is something I genuinely enjoy and I am capable of applying to many different scenarios, I've forced myself to think long and hard in regards to this issue[Note from Dmur: I've got something long and hard you can think about].

My conclusion is: Do what you love and you'll find a way to make bank. Whether it be through solid investments or relying on a back-up plan, I will find a way to reel in the dough. Plus, if my only goal is to chase a buck I'll be pretty miserable. The upside is that I'm good at writing, I enjoy it, and am good at selling myself. So, with the right mindset and the necessary tools at my disposal, I plan to have a long and fruitful career one way or another.

The bottom line is that I don't plan on switching, and will axe my inner kvetch for my sanity and yours.

That is all.

Yeah, you write diaries like an English major.

By the way, does this guy think he's Jewish or something? He's definitely French or some shit. So I don't know where he gets off pretending to be a 'brew.

5 comments:

Adam Littman said...

This offends me, not as a Jew, but as an English major. To think, this guy still thinks he can make money by majoring in English. Ha. Fuck off buddy. The sooner you admit you're going to graduate, fail as a writer and begrudgingly go to grad school for your teaching degree, the weaker your eventual failure in life will seem. When I declared my adviser gave me a sheet of paper with that printed over and over on both sides and said, "Congrats on declaring your major."

hot.pork said...

jesus christ. every fucking kid with access to a keyboard thinks he's a writer. i mean, god knows anyone can publish anything. what concerns me is dmur's constant reading of bidnick's notes. i'm thinking: major man crush.

Adam Littman said...

All writing takes is a keyboard. And some self-hatred... hopefully (I'm crossing my fingers right now, which strangely hasn't affected my typing much at all. It took my 5 hours to type this).

David (Wm.) Murray said...

Listen, I only wish I could read Bidnick's notes constantly. I didn't even finish the one, and now I don't have the opportunity anymore. You must carry on in my stead, hot.pork.

hot.pork said...

i think i'd rather draw a large circle, with another tiny circle for the head, and stick arms and legs. then label the creation "bidnick," like i did back in middle school. (roars of laughter ensue.)