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Thursday, September 25, 2008

Creature Comforts

Dear Readers,
I miss my Brit Lit book. Remember that thing? It looked like a large paperback brick, was about 3,500 pages long, and consumed my life for the past year. It was my baby. I carried it around everywhere, whether it was to coffee, the DC, or even all the way home on long weekends. It fit into my arm like a puzzle piece; it just felt right to have it by my side at all times. This attachment wasn't extraneous or delusional: I needed my Brit Lit book by me at all times. At every spare moment, I got a jump start on the reading that was due the next week. I wasn't overachieving; I was finishing the assignment the only way I could. It consumed my life, but this wasn't a bad thing. I enjoy reading with all of my heart; I love being able to say that I have read a certain passage or take a pity quote from an author.

I have found out this semester that there was a certain comfort in my Brit Lit book. It was so predictable. Every assignment consisted of reading (which could be found on the one page syllabus folded in between the pages of my book). There weren't multiple books to keep track of, no special papers or projects that were assigned. Every day we would take a quiz then have 2 hours of lecture. Every couple of weeks we would have a test. That was it: simplicity and elegance in a college course. But I've graduated since then to other English classes. More specified English classes, ones that you have to write papers for and give reports in. This scares me: it's not predictable! Every class has a different date for each project, each project has certain specifications, plus the regular reading that comes along with it. I'm going out of my mind trying to think of what is due in the next week that I get so overwhelmed by just those facts that I completely miss the regular homework assignments.

I haven't quite found a moral to the story yet. I'm still getting used to the different schedules and classes that are being thrown my way. I'm absolutely enjoying every minute of the classes I'm enrolled in, but they are a lot of work (though I think worth the effort). But the good thing is that I'm a junior still: I have a year and a half yet to figure it out.

3 comments:

Sandy Olson said...

Your first paragraph spoke to me in a powerful way...Imagine how the world would be if everyone had that passion for the bible..for it to be "my baby", "consumed my life", "fit into my arms like a puzzle", "felt right to have it by my side", "I needed my book", "It consumed my life", "I enjoy reading it with all my heart" and finally, "I love being able to say I have read a certain

Sandy Olson said...

for some reason the end of my comment disappeared so let me finish..

"I love being able to say i have read a certain passage"...imagine how pleased God would be if we valued His word this way...thanks for the inspiration Erika...keep writing!!

Anonymous said...

I hated that class... I shouldn't have taken it freshman year. But I can see what you mean about predictability.