Literature
While on vacation in Peru with lots of great family, I came back resolved to not fuck up again. I would start again, go back to being the old me and raise my GPA. I was going to be proud of myself again.
Now it's too soon to say I've done all that, but this semester seems to be going well so far. While I don't love all my classes, I do enjoy them more (and I tolerate the ones that aren't badass), and I'm interested in the subject matter of almost all of them (does Nutrition ever REALLY hold anyone's attention?). They've got me wanting to learn more about them, and though I have a lot of reading to do I'm definitely liking the reading.
The reading is kind of the point of this post. The books I'm reading now are easier for me to relate to, and they're about specific communities I'm a part of. While I read them I think, "This is literature, this is what literature is supposed to do. This is what I want to do, what I want to contribute to." I find myself writing notes all over the pages (maybe too many) and dog-earing parts in case I want to refer to them during class or write about them in a paper at some point. These books feel like they're mine, in a kind of intense way, and my mind feels more active and awake while I try to read between the lines and find the symbolism/themes/meanings/messages. These books are so human, and remind me of why being an English major made sense when I chose it.
(The only book I'm not really connecting to yet is Catch-22, and for that reason I'm still on chapter eight or something.)
I just hope this continues for the rest of the semester. And translates into grades.
I remember wanting to write things like this.
Now it's too soon to say I've done all that, but this semester seems to be going well so far. While I don't love all my classes, I do enjoy them more (and I tolerate the ones that aren't badass), and I'm interested in the subject matter of almost all of them (does Nutrition ever REALLY hold anyone's attention?). They've got me wanting to learn more about them, and though I have a lot of reading to do I'm definitely liking the reading.
The reading is kind of the point of this post. The books I'm reading now are easier for me to relate to, and they're about specific communities I'm a part of. While I read them I think, "This is literature, this is what literature is supposed to do. This is what I want to do, what I want to contribute to." I find myself writing notes all over the pages (maybe too many) and dog-earing parts in case I want to refer to them during class or write about them in a paper at some point. These books feel like they're mine, in a kind of intense way, and my mind feels more active and awake while I try to read between the lines and find the symbolism/themes/meanings/messages. These books are so human, and remind me of why being an English major made sense when I chose it.
(The only book I'm not really connecting to yet is Catch-22, and for that reason I'm still on chapter eight or something.)
I just hope this continues for the rest of the semester. And translates into grades.
I remember wanting to write things like this.