Posted on October 3, 2008 at 11:34 am
Dear Mom and Dad,
Well, that’s weeks one and two. A bit stressful, to say the least.
I suppose that’s the unfortunate thing about the quarter system: It’s baptism by fire. Or, perhaps, that’s the thing about college. In any event, I survived. Flourished? Perhaps not. But, nevertheless, survive I have and can now head with my tail tucked bravely between my legs into the upcoming weeks.
The first few weeks of school are always rife with conflict — the good kind. Friends I haven’t seen for goodness-knows-how-long all want to hang out, and hang we do, perhaps to the detriment of our homework schedules. When it comes down to friends or schoolwork, even model Honors students like myself (ha!) give into the pleasures of passion (in a 19th century sense).
And then, of course, there’s the inevitable question: Which majors/minors shall I keep? Not everyone has ADHD when it comes to their field of study, but I’m sure I’m not alone. In the end, I’ve decided to keep the literature major and music A.S., reduce my European history B.A. to a minor, and add a psychology minor. I figured I should cut back, a bit.
Then there’s the whole club/association/etc. membership bit on which to decide. I met with Dr. Linda Gill as president of Sigma Tau Delta (the international English honor society), wrote my first article this year for the Campus Chronicle, signed up for Amnesty International, and got the ball rolling (slowly) forQuicksilver. I considered joining the Longboarding Club, before I recalled that if I even look at a skateboard, I fall over.
Being a "reader" (of composition papers) for the English professors, as usual, is rather like war: bits of boredom punctuated (badly) by moments of sheer terror. In addition to the occasional janitorial action. You didn’t give me these genes for nothing, let me tell you; for those hard-to-reach books, height is crucial.
Last, but certainly (certainly) not least, is the actual schoolwork. I have a light twenty-one-credit load this quarter, including three literature classes and Honors, which means only about three million pages of reading a night. I now, once again, dream in rhyming couplets regarding the ethical development of the novel.
But far be it to me to complain. I love it here and can’t thank you guys enough for encouraging me through the last two years, and the next two. Between the chaos, I’m certain I missed you. All I can say is, I can’t wait until 30 years from now, when I finally finish my dissertation, receive my Ph. D., enter the real world, and have some time for relaxation.
Like that will happen.
Junior English (etc.) Major
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