I Miss My English Classes
Fuck
I never realized how much I loved writing
Until I started researching a paper for an essay contest.
I felt immersed in the research
So excited to argue my point on the paper
Strongly supported by research
I was so engrossed in it I had to take a step back
And remember that I have so much other work to do
Government studying
Physics homework
Calculus homework
Work that I don't truly enjoy
Aside from Calculus
But still
I never realized how much I missed my English classes
Where my voice could be expressed through my essays
Where my voice actually mattered
And here I am
Preparing to study to become God knows what
Some career that I don't enjoy
Either in science or medicine
A step up from engineering
But it's not journalism
Or some other cool writing career.
My friend has the right idea
She is bilingual and the best writer I know
She's so goddamn talented
And she has the chance to make her talent known!
I'm so happy and proud of her
Whenever she wins writing contests
And has the chance to have her writing recognized
Sometimes I look at all she's done and wonder
"Maybe that could've been me
If I had the chance to write like I want to
and to make a career of what I love"
The only thing holding me back is money
and my father
Who is supporting my college career
So if he doesn't approve of the major I choose
Tough luck
My lovely writer friend knows my predicament
And worries for me
But she brings up the great point that not all hope is lost
I could always minor in English
Or get a sidejob as a journalist or something
Anything to put the joys of writing in my life
Hope isn't lost
When she brought up this point
It opened my eyes
It isn't hopeless
I don't have to suffer completely in a career I don't fully enjoy
I can still live
I can still have a voice