I didn't wrtie yesterday because I was writing the rough draft of my final for English Compostition too, a task that drove me into 1am and my eyes screaming just to look away from the computer screen and all the little jumbled words on there. So yeah. And if you thought is was over, I'm going to talk about English more.
Sometimes I like so much that I define the stereotype of and English Major and other times I hate it, because I feel this kind of obligation to like all the English classes I'm in. But I don't like the class I'm in now. Compostion I and II, better known as Eng102 are the pre-rec classes that, in general, most college students have to take. They are Composition classes, classes that are essentially meant to teach you the art of writing a paper, because in University there are a lot of papers, a lot. And sometimes these classes meet those goals of teaching Composition and other times they don't.
Last semester in Eng101 I absolutly loved my class, I fell in love with my teacher, Dr. Rickel, and her brilliance. The subject focus too (globalization, labor unions, and the plights of immigrants-specifically women) was great, though not what I was used to. But I really loved the class because while it was a bit more on challenge side, because Rickel was kind of a hard ass, I felt like I learned something. There was a massive difference between the papers I wrote at the start of the semester and the one I wrote for my final, which I'm proud to say got the highest grade in the class. It's just something in the way she wouldn't let us get away with things and how deeply we would dig into the actualy process of writing a paper. I really loved it. And this semester, in Eng102, everything has been a let down. Our class has mostly consisted on research on issues involving race and music in America. And while it is interesting there has been no real challenge to this class. We've only done three small assignments, a group presentation, and a four page book review. And now we have a final eight page paper. But really, not a single assignment in here has inspired me in any way. Mostly it's because of my teacher this semester, Dr. Murphy, who is brilliant and nice and very attractive for a forty somethin year old man, but who hasn't really thought anything. Even when he's explaining the assignment he's just basically outlines exactly what needs to be done, all walk that is step by step easy. There's no context, no learning and getting down the nitty gritty details of learning to write a proper paper. And it's just really dissapointing to me, particulary since this is an English class. One thing I hate perhaps more than anything else in the world is writing something and not seeing the point to it. And as soon as I finished my paper last night, those were my exact thoughts "What's the point?"
Regardless whether the class is English or not I just hate feeling that way.Last semester I was lucky, every class interested me or at least intruged me in some way, and I really felt like I had learned something, that I left the semester and fuller and better person than I was when I first started. But this smester, only my History 101 and Philosophy 230 class have made me feel that way, they are they only class I really look forward to going to. And it's just a real dissapointment that I felt like I haven't learned much or anythign this semester. To me college isn't just about earning a degree, it's about really learning something and taking something away from a class. I don't want to be in a class because it's a credit I need to earn for my degree, I want to be here because it's something that will make me better.
Fin.
-Keshia
TYPOS!!!! I don't care, it's time to sleep.
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