Forgot: there was a minor in English Literature as well.
That and the Art minor were arguably the most enjoyable classes I had. I mean, I spent most of my senior year working with pastels, acrylics, found objects, and unusual materials then eating burgers & fries at the campus grill. (Had a couple pieces up for inclusion in the school’s permanent collecti9n, but my experimental techniques were unstable, and they disintegrated.
But the English Lit classes were taught in a way that went beyond even my HS AP literature courses, and greatly expanded the way I read fiction.
Bonus: one course in particular- “Biblical Themes in Literature- cemented my über-nerd cred my freshman year. The course was about detecting and decoding the Biblical themes that western authors repeatedly used in their writing. One day, Dr. Hoffer read a few paragraphs from a work in which the author was implying that a particular character was evil by describing him in terms associated with notable infernal beings. He’d read a sentence, and ask which fiend was being alluded to. I- uncharacteristically- raised my hand and answered the first question correctly, all while looking down and scribbling notes. I did likewise with the second and third passages. By the time I did so for the 10th+ consecutive passage, he was calling me by name- I looked up and the entire class was staring at me.
Thanks, AD&D!