~ You get a special thrill when you've already underlined a passage your professor highlights in class.
~ It takes you three times longer than necessary to study for a literature exam, because you keep getting caught up in how beautiful the words are.
~ Your idea of "relaxing" is paraphrasing Paradise Lost in modern English.
~ You're reading a book for pleasure, but keep feeling like you ought to be taking notes.
~ People ask you grammar questions instead of looking up the answers, because you're faster.
~ Some of the truest joy you've ever felt comes from finding a book source that is truly PERFECT for your research paper. (This happened to me about an hour ago and I'm not gonna lie, I'm still coming down from it.)
~ If listening to your favorite song looks like this.
~ You experience gut-wrenching horror, anger, and sorrow when book-burning is mentioned.
~ A fun evening of relaxing can totally include watching a Macbeth adaptation or reading scholarly articles on femininity in "The Birthmark."
~ You are beyond tired of the question, "So do you wanna teach then?" English majors do not have to be teachers any more than math majors have to be calculators.
~ It feels completely normal to spend 80 minutes talking about phallic and yonic symbols. In fact, you don't really even notice.
~ The inappropriate use of "literally" makes you want to walk away from a conversation--LITERALLY.
~ You are the go-to person whenever someone needs his or her paper edited. And you don't mind.
~ You hear the phrase "country matters" and start giggling mischievously, because Hamlet.
~ You check out a book at the library called "Gold-Hall and Earth-Dragon: Beowulf as a Metaphor" JUST BECAUSE IT SOUNDS INTERESTING.
~ You have turned in over 100 pages of writing this semester.
~ You cringe whenever directly quoting forces you to use controversial punctuation. {I like my Oxford commas, thank you very much.}
~ You actually have an opinion on the Oxford comma.
~ You go out with your friends and end up talking about Hamlet's psychological state, why you're in love with Emily Dickinson, and how Wallace Stevens was a total nihilist.
~ You care enough to compile a list of things called "You Might Be an English Major If..."
Bonus Round:
You might be a SENIOR English major if...
~ You accept the challenge of writing a paper on a text you have not quite finished reading.
~ You email your professor a question about your paper and justify crossing off "work on paper" from your To Do list.
~ You really hope your professor remembers the amazing paper you wrote freshman year and gives you a massive benefit-of-the-doubt about this current one.
~ You write a blog post about your paper and justify crossing off "work on paper" from your To Do list.
~ You do not crumble at the thought of reading 250 pages in a weekend, and another 400 between Monday and Thursday.
~ You start crying when your professor changes a paper requirement from "12-15 pages" to "10-12 pages."
~ You start crying when your professor postpones a paper deadline by a week.
~ You just generally start crying a lot.
You might be a senior English major at Campbell University if...
~ Your professors are some of the most important and amazing people you've ever had in your life, and you are going to miss them every bit as much as you're going to miss your friends. Free pizza.
I'm not even going to make a joke about Just Kidding I'm Gonna Miss Free Pizza More.
I can't believe this part of the journey is almost over.
~ Stephanie
