Something about me as an English Major

I love words; vocabulary has always been my favorite part of reading. Authors are much more than story tellers; they are word smiths, placing words and forming sentences like jewelers with sparkling diamonds and gold bands. However, their art creates more than just a pretty thing over which people exclaim. Stories and books teach, challenge and inform, expanding their readers' worlds. I consider several authors to be my teachers, my mentors, and my friends.

Growing up, I read voraciously, devouring books like the Cookie Monster devoured cookies. Reading became my second nature, my first love. Ann of Green Gable, Maida, Ella Enchanted, Cherry Ames, Amber Brown, Jill, and Pollyanna became some of my best friends through the years. I knew their habits, friends, families, and loves. My life intertwined with their stories like roses on arbors. These stories fostered in me the ability to understand others who are unlike me, as well as an extensive vocabulary.

Reading led to my love of English and my major in college. However, I can often be found grappling with my choice of major. English does not solve poverty, nor does it save families. On its own, it does not have the potential to create many solutions for the problems of this world. Does this mean that my passion is useless? That I will never be able to make a difference working with what I love?

I don't believe so. For a reason, God fostered in me a love for language and for people. I believe that whatever I end up doing will somehow make an impact for Christ. Though I don't know his exact plans for my life, every year brings new surprises and new insights into who He has created me to be. Right now, He has created me to be a student, who studies a langauge with millions of speakers world wide.

And right now, that's enough...