Bring it on Term 2!!!!!

Ah yes, the first day of classes. There is nothing quite like the hustle and bustle on campus while students rush to McGraw before and between classes to grab their books for the new term. Across campus, you’ll hear one girl yell to her friend, “Why have you been missing in my life for so long?!” As much as I want to retort and say, “Dude! It’s been what? Three weeks?!” However, I cannot exactly criticize this interaction since I am the one yelling at my friends across campus and embracing my friends who I have not seen in 24 days....not that I've been counting...

This term brings on new challenges and adventures of my college experience. As I venture towards becoming a middle school English teacher, I must endure the rigorous English classes at Elmira. During Term 2 I will venture to the library for countless hours in my attempt to dominate the reading and writing from FOUR English classes! I could succumb to a fear of this daunting task, or I could simply take the words of The Bard of Avon, aka, my new buddy: Shakespeare. As this great man wrote: "Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed." On other words, "Don't be a wimp!" Thanks Shakespeare. I will keep that in my friend.

My days will begin with Neoclassical authors such as Dryden, Pope, and Swift (aka: those guys with big, fancy, powered wigs). No, Jonathan Swift is NOT a long-lost relative of Taylor Swift. Well, I'm not 100% positive about it but there sure are some interesting Yahoo Answers about their relation. Then, I will delve into my Shakespeare class, which seems to offer comedic and occasional tragic moments...after all, Titus Andronicus and Hamlet (our reading) are both tragedies! After class I will grab lunch and possibly sneak in a nap or watch Netflix to distract my mind from British literature. The afternoon will allow for a different change of pace as we discuss Sylvia Plath and Kurt Vonnegut in my 1945 to Present American Literature class. This will be my routine Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays. These days are like English aerobics for my mind. Tuesdays and Thursdays will bring 1920s American literature alive as we read Fitzgerald and Faulkner. I guess if this class really gets to me, I'll start refusing to listen to any genre of music that is not jazz. Goodbye Regina Spektor and Guster, hello Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong!