It Is Finished.

I’m baaaaaack.

I, Need A Pen Name, am finished with my freshman year of college. ¬†My English final exam was this morning. I didn’t care about the quote IDs from Dante and Milton. I rocked the analysis of Owen’s poem “Anthem for Doomed Youth”, which is a beautiful poem that I would like to sit with in the future. [Note to self: Start a list of poems to sit with.] The final essay was similar to my major essay, so that was convenient.

I love writing. It’s one of the reasons I started this blog…I needed a reason to write more! This semester really affirmed in me that I do have potential as a writer as well. My English professor loved my minor and major papers, saying I wrote sentences with “aplomb” and he admires my “control of diction and syntax”. I, in turn, loved English this semester. I might go so far as to say it was my favorite class…and I took psychology and biology classes this semester, too.

For one thing, my professor was awesome…as we say around here, the man is a god. He’s definitely joined the ranks of my rather exclusive list of favorite professors. He made English a class about, yes, writing and reading, but he gave us tools for life as well. How to read without a teacher guiding you. How to organize thoughts into a thesis. How to enjoy a poem. Why did Dante write his Commedia? What can we learn from the epics? What is a hero? It was beautiful, it was.

The problem with all of this is that I loved it so much. I loved writing for once! I’d been leaning towards biology as a major and nursing as a career. But I love the humanities, too. That’s why I chose a liberal arts college. But it’s moving beyond that. It’s definitely going to roll around in my head for awhile. I wonder where all this will take me. Exciting places, to be sure. It already took me here, after all.

In other news, I played a pick-up game of soccer, began to pack, and started using the webapp Fitocracy. Fitocracy is pretty cool: it allows users to track their fitness, whether it be a pick-up game of soccer or a run or the elliptical. But it also awards points, has challenges…it makes fitness a game, which so far, I’m a fan of.


Bullet the Blue Sky

Another bullet post, my apologies:

  • Someone told me I was “too beautiful to be doing laundry” today. I took it as a compliment.
  • I’m going dancing and to see The Avengers tonight, and nothing’s going to stop me, not even the two papers due tomorrow.
  • I gazed at the back of Bruise Boy’s magnificent head for the last time (most likely) yesterday.
  • I got over myself fully and am back on good terms with Mickey.
  • I got people to ¬†people laugh about Ebola Hemorrhagic Fever. Quite a feat, if you know anything about it. This might be scientifically¬†sacrilegious, actually.

Yes, tonight will be a good night.