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I love my school.
I was working at the box office, reading the last page of The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood (if you haven't read it yet, you are not my friend) and Rolf Samuels, the chair of the English department comes up to the window to buy tickets to see Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (amazingly funny). He noticed my book and asked me my opinion of it and after I told him that I had just finished it and that I loved it, he asked me what my major was. After I told him music performance he asked me if I ever thought of an English minor. I kind of cringed at the thought and told him that after the taste I have had from the English department, I didn't feel it was right for me. He asked me to explain and when I told him that my current lit teacher pronounced the literary term synecdoche like "si-nek-doe'-chay" instead of "si-nek'-duh-kee" like any intelligent person would, he looked very shocked. Then, because I didn't want to tell the head of the English department that his English professors are completely unfit, I told him that I did get some good feedback on my paper (a complete lie). He asked me why I was in the 100 classes and when I told him that the school wouldn't take my IB credit, he was once again taken aback. Then he asked me why I wasn't in the honors classes and I said, "Well, I didn't know about the honors program until this year so..." and he jumped in and said, "No, not so! You can join now. I'll send you an e-mail about applying. And think about that English minor." After he wrote down my name, he left. Ten minutes later, I get an e-mail with a list of classes I would need for a minor and an attachment with an application for the honors program. I was completely shocked. There might be something in being a number at a big school and having to climb from the bottom to get to know your professors and to make a name for yourself, but I completely appreciate going to a small school and having the teachers care so much about being challenged enough in just gen ed classes.
In other news, Wisconsin and I have broken up and Tony and I are on a break.
I was working at the box office, reading the last page of The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood (if you haven't read it yet, you are not my friend) and Rolf Samuels, the chair of the English department comes up to the window to buy tickets to see Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (amazingly funny). He noticed my book and asked me my opinion of it and after I told him that I had just finished it and that I loved it, he asked me what my major was. After I told him music performance he asked me if I ever thought of an English minor. I kind of cringed at the thought and told him that after the taste I have had from the English department, I didn't feel it was right for me. He asked me to explain and when I told him that my current lit teacher pronounced the literary term synecdoche like "si-nek-doe'-chay" instead of "si-nek'-duh-kee" like any intelligent person would, he looked very shocked. Then, because I didn't want to tell the head of the English department that his English professors are completely unfit, I told him that I did get some good feedback on my paper (a complete lie). He asked me why I was in the 100 classes and when I told him that the school wouldn't take my IB credit, he was once again taken aback. Then he asked me why I wasn't in the honors classes and I said, "Well, I didn't know about the honors program until this year so..." and he jumped in and said, "No, not so! You can join now. I'll send you an e-mail about applying. And think about that English minor." After he wrote down my name, he left. Ten minutes later, I get an e-mail with a list of classes I would need for a minor and an attachment with an application for the honors program. I was completely shocked. There might be something in being a number at a big school and having to climb from the bottom to get to know your professors and to make a name for yourself, but I completely appreciate going to a small school and having the teachers care so much about being challenged enough in just gen ed classes.
In other news, Wisconsin and I have broken up and Tony and I are on a break.