I began a blog 6 months ago for a class for my English major.
There was no way in hell I would ever become one of those once a day, manic, type just hear myself talk bloggers, at least that’s what I’d figured.
I caved.
However, not traditionally. I still don’t find myself to be some angst-ridden indie kid who drinks her coffee black and snubs her elitist nose at the way of the world “these days”. I still don’t type to hear myself talk, and I most definitely do not listen to underground music, I haven’t changed my major to Environmental Science and I’ve yet to develop an appreciation for neo-classical films.
Rather, I’ve found an outlet, a way to remember the things that happen, and if that source of recall for me, becomes a source of recreational reading for you, then so be it, and I am glad that we both find this therapeutic.
I’ll give you a little bit of source information. As an English major, I am of the school that believes that the best way to close read a text is to analyze it’s author.
With that- I am a southern ex-sorority girl, making my way in a northeastern town that could easily be transplanted south of the Mason Dixon. In the last year, I’ve found myself, found my calling, fallen in love, fallen apart, figured out what it means to be passionate and fixed some bad decisions. Life is a fantastic gift, and I’m more than content with living it. I commute 2 days a week and take 18 credits at a major state university, and I am two semesters away from graduation- on my off days I student teach the 2nd grade at a wonderful private grammar school. The feeling of being pulled in two directions is one I’ve grown accustomed to. The paradoxical life dichotomy that makes me one part teacher and the other part student, well, that’s another story.
PS- You can catch up a bit by reading my blog from class @ outofthecastle.wordpress.com
