Fighting off the evil College Monster

Lately, I have been having this constant daydream of sitting down with a good book and losing myself in it. I’m not analyzing or questioning the text in any way; I am enjoying the book for what it is…a book with an engaging story that allows me to escape into another world for a little while. A nice, hot cup of tea is sometimes involved in this daydream.

Alas, college has taken over my life and this daydream has failed to become any sort of reality. I thought about writing my own post about this, but I think my fellow Morris English major, Amelia, has said it best. It’s getting to that time in the semester where the evil College Monster is simply becoming unavoidable.

Keep Your Feet

Every once in a while, College likes to pick you up, toss you in the air a bit, and then to grind you into dust.  It doesn’t matter how diligent a student you are–no amount of non-procrastination shields you from its bloodthirsty gaze.  When College decides to devour you, you really don’t stand much of a chance.

But still, valiant scholastic warrior that you are,  you grab your textbooks, put your laptop in your bag (just in case) and step into the fray.  Wielding your mighty number 2 pencil, you are determined that no amount of homework, tests, and studying will defeat you.  You will not go down without a fight.

That pretty much sums up my week.  Unexpected projects and assignments have come up, leaving me to study every second of the day and still come up short.  I hit a point where I was sitting in my Visual…

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From an English Major, With Love

It’s homecoming week here in Mo-Town, so a lot of alumni are back on campus. Today they had an alumni networking event and a panel composed of alumni who graduated with English degrees was put together by the English department for current English students.

Now, I have a double major in history and English, and although I love my English major, I tend to flaunt my history major more. History is my main passion, so much so that recently I’ve been considering getting an advanced degree in history with the goal of becoming a history professor. I view English as my “fun” major because the only reason I majored in it was because of my love of reading and writing. I see no future career in anything directly related to my English major.

The dog: “YO, STOP JUDGING ME FOR MY LIFE CHOICES!”

As a history and English major, you might imagine the amount of flack I get for my educational decisions. I cannot tell you the amount of times I’ve been asked, “So, what are you going to do with those majors…teach?” and I just want to scream in return, “WHY SHOULD IT MATTER WHAT I DO WITH THEM WHEN I’M STUDYING TWO SUBJECTS THAT I LOVE?” Until recently, I’ve swallowed my pride and simply told people that I plan on working in museums. However, lately I’ve begun to question if truly want to make a career out of museum work. I loved my internship at the Postal Museum, but there was just Continue reading “From an English Major, With Love”

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