I pledge allegiance to the head, red, of the Ry Darby state of confusion
You might expect me to write about how proud I am of our country, or how thrilled I am to see our new president standing safely behind bulletproof glass as he smiles and waves and watches a parade. But your expectations would only be partly well-founded, as my patriotism stops here and my selfish whining begins.
I haven't updated my bloggy blog in a long time. That would be because I was hanging out in a slightly cooler version of hell for about 3 months. I dropped out. Quit. Done. No more school. I swear. At least, not at the University of Alabama, and not in English, for damn sure.
I think I've mentioned this before, but when I was an undergraduate here, I loathed my English classes. I still have occasional dreams about being late for a final exam in Dr. Burke's literature class, or missing weeks of classes only to return and feel clueless about what is going on. These dreams are nightmares, not in a night-terror sort of way, but in a surreal Sisyphean, hopeless and empty feeling.
Those nightmares turned into real life, except I had perfect attendance and worked my ass off to the point that it was hurting my relationships with people around me. The snobby world of academia has a way of sucking people in and brainwashing them into thinking that it's important to prove themselves, and making them the most selfish bookwormy, and just plain wormy, shits on the planet. I was slowly turning into something that I had no intention of becoming, and I didn't like it. Jane Austen and Samuel Beckett among others were loudly slurping my soul out like a milkshake, and I decided in late November that I had had enough.
Without using any more goofy metaphors, in plain terms, I want to have a normal job and start a family. These past few months, if anything, have given me wisdom about how big of a crock academia is. So I finished the semester out and got all A's and a B, which should have been an A, and now I'm looking for a job. Desperately. Please give me a job.
I haven't updated my bloggy blog in a long time. That would be because I was hanging out in a slightly cooler version of hell for about 3 months. I dropped out. Quit. Done. No more school. I swear. At least, not at the University of Alabama, and not in English, for damn sure.
I think I've mentioned this before, but when I was an undergraduate here, I loathed my English classes. I still have occasional dreams about being late for a final exam in Dr. Burke's literature class, or missing weeks of classes only to return and feel clueless about what is going on. These dreams are nightmares, not in a night-terror sort of way, but in a surreal Sisyphean, hopeless and empty feeling.
Those nightmares turned into real life, except I had perfect attendance and worked my ass off to the point that it was hurting my relationships with people around me. The snobby world of academia has a way of sucking people in and brainwashing them into thinking that it's important to prove themselves, and making them the most selfish bookwormy, and just plain wormy, shits on the planet. I was slowly turning into something that I had no intention of becoming, and I didn't like it. Jane Austen and Samuel Beckett among others were loudly slurping my soul out like a milkshake, and I decided in late November that I had had enough.
Without using any more goofy metaphors, in plain terms, I want to have a normal job and start a family. These past few months, if anything, have given me wisdom about how big of a crock academia is. So I finished the semester out and got all A's and a B, which should have been an A, and now I'm looking for a job. Desperately. Please give me a job.