The other night I was bored so I pulled out the textbook from my very first literature class. It was a two credit class that surveyed world literature. The book weighs seven pounds and it christened my birth into the world of, "Excuse me young lady but I'm afraid you're much too small to be carrying a book that big."
I'll never forget how intimidating that class was. I'll never forget how much time I spent trying to understand what the heck was going on. Mostly I'll never forget the feeling that I would never in a million years be able to figure out what these archaic authors were trying to tell me.
Five giant literature books later I still find myself fighting the same feelings. But it's funny because with each new semester I find that I understand things in a different way. The difficult classes I've had these past few years make so much more sense now that I'm not in them!
It's strange how hindsight seems to give me the clearest insight into things.
In a few days my blog will be two years old. It's strange to look at some of the things I've posted over those two years. So many memories live in between the thousands of lines I've written. It's funny to look back at things and think about how now I would approach them in a completely different way. And it's refreshing to look back at other things and know that I did the right thing.
Anyways, it's almost one in the morning and I can't sleep...hence the thoughts that lead to post-writage. Why do I always seem to start my major thinking after 11 pm?
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