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A great and terrible fate has come upon me. I have come to the realization that I am in fact my mother's daughter. Nearly nine years ago my mother told me that, like it or not, I would grow up to be an English major like her. I denied it, blatantly, defiantly. I fancied myself anything that had nothing to do with English whatsoever for nine years; veterinarian, fashion designer, film director. And now all that silly childishness has come to a screeching halt. Today I went to dinner with my mom and two friends of hers, also English professors, downtown at the Haymarket Grill. We talked about everything from families to books; homosexuality to punctuation. I found myself in a league all my own where I was the only eighteen year old present who could hold her own in that type of a conversation. That's right, I do know the difference between and n-dash and an m-dash, and yeah I have a bumper sticker on my car that says "I'd rather be at Pemberley." Yes, I do write in my free time, no it's not for class it's for me. I'm obsessed with anything E. E. Cummings has written and yes I realize that all of this makes me one of a dying breed. I'm okay with that.