Friday, April 08, 2005

So lately I've been thinking, I really hate my major. I don't know why that's a new thought to me, maybe because I'm not taking any English classes this semester. Maybe a part of me felt that I "should" be an English major for some reason. Well, 'cause I love to read, I dig writing too, and I've always been good at grammar, spelling, syntax, etc. Kinda. Sorta. But I fucking hate English classes. Assign some books to choke down in record time, then sit in class and listen to the blow-asses discuss how this symbolizes that. I'm always like, "Where the hell did you get that?" And write papers on the shit too. I actually wrote a paper comparing Xenobia from The Blithedale Romance to Huckleberry Finn. No joke. I mean, who cares? Ugh. I can't see doing this until I get a degree, especially considering exactly how very many lit classes are necessary for a degree in creative writing. And then when it comes to the actual writing, it's just workshops. I dunno, I thought there would be more instruction, more how-to's. I've decided that if I want to become a writer, it won't be necessary to have a degree in creative writing.

I'm thinking I'll either major in German and minor in fine art, or vice-versa. I have to talk to the German counselor and see what she says.

This is fucking funny.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 4:18 PM

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