So English majors. They’re kind of like the crust on a pizza, necessary for the rest of the pizza to make sense, but optional to recognize as edible at the end of a slice. The way other majors look at English majors seems to me to be that peculiar stare of amazement you’d find on a child’s face looking into the orangutan exhibit as they swing wildly from vine to metal trellis and then retreat into a corner to spend some time with a bunch of bananas. Other majors, such as biotech or nursing apply learning as information on a loop. They learn information, keep it neatly stored and in order, so when the time comes to utilize that information, it’s easily accessible.
But English majors, woah now. Sometimes I feel like we’re out there snatching every bit of invaluable wisdom there is to find off pieces of paper blowing about in the air, putting them under the paperweight of our brain and then hot-gluing things together with careful abandon hoping to create something that’ll hopefully stick more so to people’s interests than to our hands and hair.
Garber talks about the split between students of English and students of other studies. Citing Alberti to really make it seem like I am Robert Frost and that I have taken the road less traveled by, and by doing so I am this crazy kind of person who doesn’t eat and sits in corners and reads word after word by candlelight. I think she’s getting too excited about it because to Alberti it seems there’s apparently a stigmata against a scholar of English studies who know what it’s like to creatively self-express (i.e get down and boogie). Alberti, mockingly, asks *heh hemm* “Who doesn’t look down on a singing or dancing scholar?”
Well, certainly not me, and hopefully not the friends I have in other departments. I don’t think its our job to handle everything with tact and responsibility just because we should know better than to get “caught up” in semantics. Obviously, in this day and age of technology and advertisement, there are just too many distractions to keep us focused 100% of the time, so I think Alberti’s idea of this malnourished, nose-in-a-book English major may be a little stale, especially with the literary kinds of acclaim media other than books have been garnering over the last few decades.