I liked English essays because they were nothing but Faff. The largest amount of research you had to do was read a book, and then you just wanked onto a page until 3000 words stuck.
I hated those types of essays the most. They required absolutely no thinking at all. With marxist professors I could write some contrapuntal crap the author had not even included in the book and still get the highest band mark, English lit under them was about analyzing the professor and not the book. I had only ever read one of the books I even wrote my essays on, the rest of the time it was shit like amazon reviews. The times where I actually got to do research under based teachers, ha! What joy. I still remember fondly how I walked into one of my Uni interviews with fuck all practice for it and just started talking about bees, mind you this was an English Lit course. Odd thing is bees have had a disproportionate relevance in my life, because the interviewer had a colleague who did her thesis on bees. Shot in the dark, a sting in the tale; give me an English essay without faff, the subject deserves more than creating eloquent accountants and suicidal burger king managers who are mere masters of the art of bullshit.
Point being if you write 3000 words on nothing at all what's the fucking point lol? One of my friends who went into art Uni emerged with shattered spirits because everything was vaginas, that's all they painted
And they weren't even good vaginas
History and particularly Sciences suck, comparatively.
History was basically shit law and they managed to make something as sexy as history boring. Which is quite hard honestly. Science, the passion of my loins. How could you hate it? It is science, everyone likes science, it does things all sciency.