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This morning was the first time I’ve gotten out of bed before 7:00 a.m. in a very long time. Probably over a year.
My classes began today, and, despite the early start, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. In my Linguistics class the professor thrilled and warmed my heart when he showed the following on a powerpoint slide:
“The pillars of the discipline of English: language, literature and writing.
An English major should love the language, be amazed at it, study it, collect examples of it, create new expressions in it, and desire to communicate all of the above to anyone he or she encounters.”
I couldn’t help but smile, because that describes exactly how I feel about English. I guess I wound up with the right major after all.
I’m also fairly excited about my Film Noir class. The professor seems more like a “real” professor than some I’ve had — passionate, strict, mean, funny, over-educated — you get the idea. I think it will be my most challenging class yet, but since I’m only taking two classes this semester I’m kind of looking forward to it.
So college still sucks, but being an English major helps much of it. The only drawback is that most English professors don’t like you to use your MacBook or iPhone during class because they are afraid of technology. My handwriting is so bad that I might just start writing with my left hand; it could actually be an improvement. I literally cannot read most of what I wrote today.
By the way, if you do a Google image search for “librarian,” you will overwhelmingly get the hot and sexy kind.