It’s my turn.
I’m taking an English class.
See, remember how I got a job? Teaching English? And how I don’t actually hold a teaching degree? Or an English major? I’m totally on my way to remedying that. Also, I just spelled remedying correctly. First try. (Twice.)
So I’m taking a British Literature class. Reading the Romantic poets. And studying Miss Jane’s NORTHANGER ABBEY, which I was pretty sure I’d read, but it turns out that I haven’t. Until now. And it’s funny and satirical and funny and Jane-esque and funny. I love her style of mocking things — not hurtfully or hatefully, just ironically. I love me a well-placed sense of irony. I’m reading things and synthesizing and writing and submitting assignments online and basically just going back to school LIKE A BOSS.
(not so much like a boss — more like a middle-aged student)
And it’s good, and I’m really grateful to be doing it, and I think it’s going to be particularly helpful, and I have a very good excuse to go lay in the grass under the big tree and read a book. Yahoo for school.
(4) Comments for this blog
I would love to be one of your students!
I would love to be one of your students!
If only all our English classes were so fun . . .
If only all our English classes were so fun . . .