I may have ranted about this before, but I find it hard to get over. Somehow being sick always sounds more fun than it is. All week I have been fighting off some uber-cold that my family has been passing around and I thought I had made it... until last night. And as fascinating as it is to be able to feel each of my individual teeth and every movement of my eyes, and every sound as a new and wonderful sensation of pain, I would rather just take them all for granted. This is probably the worst sinus infection-esque illness I have ever had. In the past day I have gone through an entire tissue box and am still counting. My hope is that since I am ever so doped up on vitamin C that it will hopefully win out eventually... That or I'll die from hypervitaminosis C. I guess the upside is that since I have called out for work I now have more time to finish the final project due monday. But as you can see, I'd rather work on other things at the moment.
But as I ponder the situation I wonder if this procrastination is something more. After I finish this class I will be a state sanctioned guardian of language and culture... Id est, a graduate with a degree in English. Not just English though, as my concentration is in medieval and renaissance literature and my minor in folklore and mythology. One may think to themselves, "As if a degree in English was not useless enough" as it would appear I have found a degree that is somehow even less applicable to real life than just a degree in English would be. But, allow me this, I shall defend myself in this choice, and guess what... You can't stop me... unless you stop reading, but lets not make this personal shall we?.. Medieval lit is just fascinating, granted I will admit that that part of my degree is... less applicable to real life, than any other concentration in English might be. Folklore and Mythology however is quite applicable as it is very much like Anthropology... Well, let's say the modern sort of anthropology. Mythology is a study of how people sought to explain the world around them, and interact with it and others in the way they saw as correct. Folklore is the screen on which the movie of life plays, it is always present and you see it every day, but rarely do people look just below the surface to see it. Folklore is that joke that people pass around the office, its how you arrange your desk at home, its the words you use when you talk with your friends and family, it is even the cloths you wear... the matrix is all around you... Er... sorry, wrong movie. Thus although I studied english and myth, I actually studied people, how they explain the world around them, how they interact with others, and how they think and feel and have felt over the ages.
That is why I studied what I have... and now that I have rambled on and on while I could have been placing the final piece into the puzzle that is this step of my life, I shall consider beginning the last step.
For all of you out there who have never been here let me give you some insight, it feels like flying... not like arms open wide through the clouds stuff, but rather college was like waiting in the airport, standing in line, getting scanned and poked and removing your shoes, and then senior year was like sitting on the plane, waiting for something to happen, and slowly getting strapped in, that is preparing for real life. Getting the security net prepared for job and insurance and living and eating, much like putting your tray table up and your seat belt on, all in all they will not help you if the plane slams into the ground or any other object other than air. But as I sit here, putting my seat in the proper upright position, I can now hear the engines spooling up and the cabin pressure changing, and now I am being pushed back into my seat, out of control of my destination or personal safety, but going nonetheless. Once I make it off the ground I'll find another over exaggerated simile to describe how that feels. :)
-later
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