regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace and rest can never dwell
Whew. The last two weeks have...not been fun. But, after years (years!) of angsting and wallowing and waffling, I think I'm finally dropping my English major. It's like ditching the boy who brings you chocolates and roses and is an excellent conversational partner for the boy who keeps you up all night and then doesn't call but keeps you coming back for more anyways; because let's be honest, that sweetheart was probably gay anyways. I mean, we'll still be friends, and maybe it will be awkward for a while, but eventually he'll realize that he's batting for the other team, and I'll be there to support him.
Uh, okay, I probably have an inappropriate with my major and my exmajor. But at least I don't have to choose between them anymore. And now, for serious, I get to take the English classes I want to. I've been hoping they would offer Anglo-Saxon and Scandinavian Epic and Saga before I graduated, and they added it to the schedule at the last minute and I am thrilled. Thilled! But...they aren't doing the Edda. ??? My hopes are high nevertheless. And, in the spring, they also surprise added Medieval English Literature. The Owl and the Nightingale! Sir Orfeo! Sir Gawain and the Green Knight!
...now I've shown myself to be a complete English nerd. How embarrassing. The original point of this went something along the lines of, the last few weeks have sucked. I barely got through them and I ended up dropping a major because of them, and I am desperately hoping that things will improve, because otherwise someone is going to have to mop me up off the floor and take me home in a bucket. Thanks to those of you who were nice to me, you have no idea how much it helped!
To aid recovery, I've spent the last three hours watching Dancing with the Stars. I love this show! My conclusions: (1) The Argentine Tango is hot, and (2) boys should go back to wearing '20's clothes. Actually, I didn't learn the suits part from the show, I just feel that is true in general.
Uh, okay, I probably have an inappropriate with my major and my exmajor. But at least I don't have to choose between them anymore. And now, for serious, I get to take the English classes I want to. I've been hoping they would offer Anglo-Saxon and Scandinavian Epic and Saga before I graduated, and they added it to the schedule at the last minute and I am thrilled. Thilled! But...they aren't doing the Edda. ??? My hopes are high nevertheless. And, in the spring, they also surprise added Medieval English Literature. The Owl and the Nightingale! Sir Orfeo! Sir Gawain and the Green Knight!
...now I've shown myself to be a complete English nerd. How embarrassing. The original point of this went something along the lines of, the last few weeks have sucked. I barely got through them and I ended up dropping a major because of them, and I am desperately hoping that things will improve, because otherwise someone is going to have to mop me up off the floor and take me home in a bucket. Thanks to those of you who were nice to me, you have no idea how much it helped!
To aid recovery, I've spent the last three hours watching Dancing with the Stars. I love this show! My conclusions: (1) The Argentine Tango is hot, and (2) boys should go back to wearing '20's clothes. Actually, I didn't learn the suits part from the show, I just feel that is true in general.