The scariest class of all
Yes, even scarier than math!
One of the most amazing things about my major is that I get to create my own curriculum. Honestly, I feel like a kid in a candy store. How long has it been since I've wanted to learn something - anything! I haven't done so before because...(read my entire blog to know the answer to that story). I figure I'll be here at Boise State for the next 15 years just taking all the classes I want to take. What freedom to not be stuck in one major of predetermined classes. I wonder if my sugar daddy, Uncle Sam, will mind funding 15 more years of undergraduate work.
Given that I already, clearly know the answer to that last question, I must choose wisely and well. Oh the pressure! And given the fact that I am insanely considering a double minor of leadership and business Spanish (quick - this girl needs a reality check assessment - NOW), I may not have the room to choose much beyond those requirements. Except for one class that I will stubbornly insist on, and will be taking next January. "E 204", aka "Creative Nonfiction Writing".
I have never, ever, ever thought of myself as a writer. But truth be told, I find myself throughout the day constructing sentences. Would it sound better this way, or that way? That's a good word there, but is there another word that would work better? And on and on. Oh what joy. But doesn't everyone do that? It's only been recently that I have realized, and admitted to myself, that I actually do this thing, nearly every day. And it's also only been recently, that I have admitted to myself that, no, probably not everyone else does this. And what if, no one but me EVER does this? Why am I always the freak? Might there be anyone else out there like me?
This class for me represents a shadowy, mysterious, possible representation of me that I neither understand, nor comprehend how it fits into my world, or any other world for that matter. My fingers are tingling as I type this.
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