Hours in Seconds

If time were pain, then my British Literature class would be perpetual torture.   

It's kind of silly because I remember how much I bitched about having to do "10 Definitions and 10 Sentences" in 6th grade.

Then I thought about how easy that little assignment was when I reached High School, spending hours a week with my textbook alone in my little room thinking: "Damn....10 Definitions and Sentences are heaven right now."

And now, woopty doo, now I'm spending hours with my textbook daily.  3-4 hours with the textbook of not just "studying" but intensely studying.  Just knowing the facts isn't all important anymore, I have to actually draw conclusions and make connections with everything I'm learning in order to draw a cohesive illustration of the time period and the attributions from the literary works of the time.   AP Euro is fucking heaven compared to the workload in this coarse. 

Although....

it's kind of strange that a deeper part of me seems to love everything about it.  To the years and dates that nobody gives a shit about, to the poets, the writers, the politics, the struggles, the shifts in society and economics, to the works that we study in depth.

Well gee Kid, maybe you should major in British Literature then you sonuvabitch.  

But it's not that I'm in love with literature.  It's the fact that for once in my damn education I'm forced to think for myself about what I'm learning.  I'm not just learning who died when and who did what.  I'm seeing that every factor counts in the development in everything--how a war or an execution or some kind of drastic change in society changes the course of history and how this affects poetry and literature and the perspective of an artist living during the time.  Until now, I didn't realize how beautiful some writings were written over a fucking thousand years ago.  Sentiments I could only dream of expressing in writing were written by a man who lived in a period where people still threw shit buckets out the window and into a main street.  It's not just history, it's life as it was.  It's life as it is.  In a way, nothing has changed.

Sure, I'm getting a little into depth of what the course entails; but it's more than literature.  It's learning about the subtle works in life that has shaped what we are.  From mathematics to arts to history.


High school does not prepare you for the academia of college.  

High school was for the social experience, I believe, that's just about it.

In just 5 weeks we've covered more information in a year than in any of my classes at Chap, including my oh so dreaded Advanced Placement European History.  But...I never thought I'd be able to do this much work before and not absolutely hate my life.  It's a strange thing...

I think I like this place.