English majors read a lot of novels, poems, and everything in-between. One of the things I love about reading literature and poems is that I love interpreting what is going on and how the character feels. If possible, I love relating what I read to what is going on in the world.

Lately, I have been thinking about what I want to do once I graduate. I have a pretty good idea on what I want to do, but this past week while in my English Seminar class, I became a bit sad when I realized that my time interpreting novels and talking to people about them in my class is coming to an end. When one reads a book on their own time, you have no one to discuss it with. But then again, you don't really look at what is happening, you just go along with the plot and anticipate what is to come next.

I love reading books, but once I graduate in May, I won't be reading books like I do in my English classes. The skills I have gained from majoring in English will benefit me, and the in depth reading that I do now will transition to whatever job I am offered.

As I look back on what I have read, and all the detailed reading that I have done, I realize that it was worth it. I enjoyed it so much, and it made me empathetic toward people and cultures.

Books have been an important part of my life, and even though choosing to major in English has been an unpopular opinion, I knew it was the right decision for me. "What are you going to do...be a teacher?" I was asked those questions often during my time at college. Maybe I will be, maybe I won't. But nonetheless, I'll cherish the remainder of English classes that I'll take for the remaining of my senior year.