Or… Why I am an English and Psychology Major, You Engineer.
The first question is always about ineptitude.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“Really, English? And Psychology? What, are you going to eat your words? Har har har? ”
(Note: I would like to point out the pun was added by the author. An engineer has yet to impress me with a pun.)
See, that’s just it. Even through insults and seemingly benign everyday conversation, the patterns of English language and Psychology color my world. A “Liberal Arts Education,” thank you ma’am. Honestly, I absolutely love it. Yes, I see those Asian parents groaning and shaking their fists at me, calling out for blood.
Take those figurative, imaginary questions for example. Behavior modification and constructs of theory may indicate certain defense mechanisms you project. Perhaps it is your own insecurity that twists words into pitchforks and your mouth into a scrunched mess, shrieking, “Death by exile, to the English major!”
Oh, Engineer. You must know, I realize the overarching significance and beauty of buildings, the sheer magnitude of your dreams and the implied significance you have at this university. However, that does not mean LAS does not have worth or standing in the shade of your canopy. In fact, I would suggest that an English major, despite all stereotypes and assumptions, carries equal if not surpassing worth.
My motto has and always will be: engineers and architects may build, but the writer creates empires. Buildings, with imposing shapes and structure, are nothing without history and (in essence) words. In some way, engineers are also writers. A language layered in drafting, crafting blueprints into reality. Dreams into tangible, usable structures. However, do not mock those who aid on the abstract realm, those who immortalize through words.
Take Inception as a prime example. The ability to implant an idea into another’s mind, to make them believe what you believe? Is that not expository writing? Is that not the capabilities present in fine art, language and history majors? The art of experiencing sensation out-of-body. An idea, not your own, but implanted by means of exposure to…literature, art and music. The ability to convey sensation as a form unto itself. In essence, the functionality of dreams.
When I see buildings, I see poetry. Seamless masonry in burgundy brick and heather grey stone. There is beauty in buildings, but why can’t you see the beauty in the words that will themselves into being? Did not God call the earth into being through His words? Do you not see the worth in such a creation? That maybe, as I seek after such a creation, I’m chasing after the Creator? Did this occur to you as you carelessly demean my major and me, for choosing one so “useless?”
Engineer. You make things work, in essence.We are not that different, you and I. We long to show the world a perspective far removed from what exists. Challenge yourself to expand your view, to realize that engineering, just like writing, is a form of expression. Both are a means of building; constructing a sound foundation and saudering together a sound thesis.
Be warned, if you so choose to think otherwise. English majors have a rather nagging tendency to tear you apart through words. Each letter leers hungrily at one of your ligaments. As much as we can construct empires, we can destroy universes.
Perhaps you should not underestimate us so much, dear Engineer.