Yesterday was convocation. Gah. I love it. From the getting dressed up to the seeing profs for the first time to watching people win awards to the insanely hilarious speech by the prof who won the Excellence in Teaching award from SGA, everything about the ceremony to kick off the school year fills me with joy and optimism. Both the college president and dean speak and give us a kind of charge or challenge to focus on for the year, and listening to their inspiring words makes me feel like I can do anything. I feel so empowered and so intelligent, and I realize how privileged and lucky I am to go here, to get the amazing aid that I do so I can experience this abundant wealth of knowledge every day. I kept laughing, because for the past two years I have told myself that I will make that feeling last all throughout the semester, yet by midterms or finals I'm ready to scratch my eyes out. So this year, I'll have this blog to look back on and remember how special, lucky, smart, and powerful I feel right now because of the wonderful opportunities I have.
Today was the first day of classes. I think the Sacred and Profane of the English Renaissance will make me cry. Seriously. That's going to be a rough class. I seriously hate poetry, and it's focused on poetry. Blah. Can't I just spend time with Shakespeare? Pretty please? On the other hand, Visionary Rebels: Romantic Artists will be fabulous. It focuses not only on prose, but also on art and music and poetry (the few poets I like: Keats, Wordsworth, Byron, etc). It's all about breaking conventions, and I can't wait to really get into the heart of the class. History of the English Language is going to be freaking epic; it's focused on grammar and the evolution of our language from Anglo-Saxon in the 500s to the insane text-speak and slang that permeates the English language today. I love that kind of thing. Most education students in there (we all have to take the class, both Elementary and Secondary teachers) were dreading it, but I was thrilled. I can't decide if I like that or Rebellion more. Only time will tell.
I had a lovely but all too brief visit from my grandma and cousin today; they were returning from a trip and went out of their way to come see me. It's the little things like that that make my life.
Tomorrow = Jane Austen and the Bronte Sisters and Art History, then home to go to the beach with my family! I think I'm a little crazy for coming to school for five days, going home/to the beach for three, and coming back, but... oh well :) It will be worth it. I'm going to keep reminding myself that I'm an awesome cousin and that's why I'm at Kaylee's fifth birthday party giving her a Taylor Swift doll instead of rocking out/passing out at the Jonas Bros concert in VA Beach :(
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