Literature...what does that even mean?
I'm and English major.
So like what? Do you write?Are you going to teach? What do you even do? What can you do with an "English Major"? I mean, ew, books and stuff. I hated English in school. Why would you go into that? Bleh!
Look you poor poor souls out there who don't know how to appreciate, empathy, the human condition, or even the joy in being part of a great story, I am so sorry for you!
You like movies? Video games? TV shows?
What about making connections with other people because you finally understand them a little bit more because they compared what they are feeling to how someone in a book, story, movie, etc. was feeling?
If you are human, you really do like English. Sorry that's just the way our world runs.
This. What I am writing and you are reading right now. This is English. I'm creating a bond with you through a medium we both understand. You may prefer video, photo, or music, but this a medium everyone who learns to read can appreciate and what is even better is that it's mine.
This writing thing, is MY thing!
Anyway, I don't feel like sending out another rant on why reading, writing, and touching peoples lives intimately in a powerful and good way, matters. That is a war I wont win buy ranting. You will simply have to experience it yourself.
In that moment when you catch yourself feeling deeply for someone else, even though they are fictional, you will find out how human you are and you can thank an English major for teaching you to see yourself and others.
When you have something to say and you pull a quote from anywhere, know that it is the English majors that make your voice heard by choosing the right words.
Words smiths. That's what we are. You could not have peace without us.
For my literature post this week I began by searching my latest reads and I just felt that the depth of affection for books and words would not receive justice by simply discussing a book.
I have been currently reading a book about Joan of Ark and her powerful affect on France at a time when leadership was next to nil. However, I find that I cannot think of anything more moving than the idea that a woman, my age, stepped out and made a change where she knew there must be one.
The best part of reading is that its like looking in a mirror. I see more of myself in those I read about than in many many others. In trying to understand why they made the choices they did, fictional or not, I come to ask myself what I would have done.
Thus I grow and change, and understand. I express myself with little difficulty and understand others more readily when they struggle with their words.
Read hard things. Attempt to find the right words. They are out there and when you are understood, peace. Oh, what peace. Peace will reside within your soul when you are finally, finally understood.
So like what? Do you write?Are you going to teach? What do you even do? What can you do with an "English Major"? I mean, ew, books and stuff. I hated English in school. Why would you go into that? Bleh!
Look you poor poor souls out there who don't know how to appreciate, empathy, the human condition, or even the joy in being part of a great story, I am so sorry for you!
You like movies? Video games? TV shows?
What about making connections with other people because you finally understand them a little bit more because they compared what they are feeling to how someone in a book, story, movie, etc. was feeling?
If you are human, you really do like English. Sorry that's just the way our world runs.
This. What I am writing and you are reading right now. This is English. I'm creating a bond with you through a medium we both understand. You may prefer video, photo, or music, but this a medium everyone who learns to read can appreciate and what is even better is that it's mine.
This writing thing, is MY thing!
Anyway, I don't feel like sending out another rant on why reading, writing, and touching peoples lives intimately in a powerful and good way, matters. That is a war I wont win buy ranting. You will simply have to experience it yourself.
In that moment when you catch yourself feeling deeply for someone else, even though they are fictional, you will find out how human you are and you can thank an English major for teaching you to see yourself and others.
When you have something to say and you pull a quote from anywhere, know that it is the English majors that make your voice heard by choosing the right words.
Words smiths. That's what we are. You could not have peace without us.
For my literature post this week I began by searching my latest reads and I just felt that the depth of affection for books and words would not receive justice by simply discussing a book.
I have been currently reading a book about Joan of Ark and her powerful affect on France at a time when leadership was next to nil. However, I find that I cannot think of anything more moving than the idea that a woman, my age, stepped out and made a change where she knew there must be one.
The best part of reading is that its like looking in a mirror. I see more of myself in those I read about than in many many others. In trying to understand why they made the choices they did, fictional or not, I come to ask myself what I would have done.
Thus I grow and change, and understand. I express myself with little difficulty and understand others more readily when they struggle with their words.
Read hard things. Attempt to find the right words. They are out there and when you are understood, peace. Oh, what peace. Peace will reside within your soul when you are finally, finally understood.
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