Memoirs of an English Major

     One of my professors always said the thing he gained from college was how to study. What I gained from my college years was my work ethic. Most of my friends are aware of this, but if it’s not apparent, I procrastinate. I’m what some may classify as a slacker. I can’t name the numerous times that because of this, I not only had numerous papers stack up, but was probably late on more things that I would like to admit. I can’t name the amount of times that I was up at two in the morning finishing three papers, fooling myself that if I cycled through each of the papers that I could keep any energy I had at a level that I could at least get the papers in a state that I would be proud of before collapsing for the measly four hours before waking up only to skip the class to finish the paper for that class. Some would call it simple procrastination, but it would become more for me.

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“Hell, if I had concentrated my efforts, I could’ve written a book,”

   I didn’t even notice, but this blog is now about a year old! Wow. It’s amazing what has happened. And with a word count like that, I’m quite impressed. So, in a celebratory fashion, I’m going to link the top 5 posts with the most words that are NOT fiction, each with a small description. 

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“Here’s what the Encyclopedia Galactica has to say about alcohol. It says that alcohol is a colourless volatile liquid formed by the fermentation of sugars and also notes its intoxicating effect on certain carbon-based life forms”-  Douglas Adams.

      As a English Major, I over analyze everything. I will dwell on the simplest of topics or moments, extending what should have been a two second comment into hour long topic complete with pros, cons, citations, and how it relates to the works of Shakespeare, Milton, and Mark Twain. Ok, maybe not Twain. Milton for sure though.

    It’s in my nature to pick apart things. I think it’s been in my nature even before I was an English major, being fascinated with Legos as a child, trying to construct something, but never truly getting it just right and tearing it apart in frustration. In the end, I wasn’t trying to learn the why just to know it, but more so to make a connection to something more than myself. It’s something that I live for, more so than any physical thing on this planet. Genuine connections rarely come out, even less so when you’ve only really known a person for a couple of months, spending a composite time of about five months tops. But when one of these connections appears, it sticks out. Allow me to elaborate.

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