I don’t know what it is about this semester, but I just really can’t get into my classes. I’m blaming senior-itis. I’m graduating in May, and I guess I’m just ready to be done. I’m usually pretty excited about my courses, and I’m only taking four classes – and they all sounded terribly interesting when I signed up. But I am just so over it. It is only the third week and I am already dragging myself to campus. I think my professors need to pep it up a little. The only classes I’m even slightly into are my final two undergraduate English classes. They are both undergraduate/graduate level classes which make for interesting discussions.
One is being taught by a local author whose books have been quite well praised. It is always interesting to walk into Borders and see books by your teachers on the shelves – makes you feel like you are getting your money’s worth from the over priced tuition; at least the classes are taught by people who are actually successful at what they are teaching us. Anyways, this classes is a prose writing class. We are supposed to be writing a profile on someone – anyone – this week. I still don’t know who I’m interviewing and writing about. It’s due Thursday. No pressure.
My other English class has a big library research project that so far seems interesting to me. Boring to you all, I’m sure, but interesting to me none the less. In the archives and special collections we are supposed to find an old diary, set of letters, scrapbook, or something written by a young girl. We then analyze them and write our paper based on what we find. I love the special collections part of the library. There is something so exciting about looking out these old letters and diaries, brushing the dust off of them, knowing that they haven’t been touched or seen in years. Okay, so maybe it is only exciting to me, but I am excited about it.
My other classes are to dull to even mention, so I won’t bore you with those details. Back to convincing myself that I should do my homework.