What to do with an English major: WRITE! EDIT! Event Summary

Sorry, this event summary is being posted so late in the quarter. I actually went to this quite a while ago and kept putting off writing it because my mind was in such an exhausted haze when I went. I had gotten less than two hours of sleep the night before. I sat in front of my computer and tried to think about what had happened, but all I could think about was how distracting the guy next to me was who kept clicking his pen he presumably had to take note in theory. He never actually did however and all he did with the pen was click and click. They talked about the ways English majors could be used and not to worry about our futures because there is and will be a bevy of opportunities. Unfortunately, the only mentoring and advice I was interested in at the time was the best ways to count the sheep.

It was interesting in theory and some of their suggestion about avenues that could be taken to build a viable career even with such a popular major, however I was so tiered by that point that all I was capable of was nodding and trying to ignore the pen click guy. This was about all I could formulate or remember about the event. Partially thought guilt about having gone to an event so exhausted and partially though a lack of things to say I put off righting this quite a while. Regardless I will see what I can remember of the event to meet my obligation.

In that regard I do remember thing about all the possible things I personally wanted to do with my English carrier, probably when I should have been focusing – but what are you going to do. I thought about how much I might enjoy all of various internships I could do. I decided I would enjoy just simply writing the most and thought about just forgetting my internship and just focusing on writing. I then came to the conclusion that I should do my internship regardless of possible enjoyment levels, due as was mention due to future career opportunities internships can provide. This stream of distracted thought was of course repeatedly interrupted by me wondering if it would draw to many stares to get up and move seats away from the guy with the pen, I unfortunately wimps out and remained suffering in silence. I should also mentioned I fought in a pitch battle to stay awake, not as an insult the event but because I had gotten almost no sleep. The feeling of trying desperately to stay awake while one’s eyes slowly and surely drift downward is one of the worst feelings ever. I decided the clichéd metaphor of a weight being pressed on someone to symbolize exhaustion was a widely used metaphor for a reason.

I am sorry whoever is reading this to only expose you to random thoughts that where shuffling though my head, but it is all I can actually remember of the event.