I also have moments of complete ridiculousness where I completely miss the point, but that’s really part of life. I know this sounds haughty and quite egotistical, but it’s true. My writing proves that I get it, because I know I get flashes of brilliance in what I write.
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I GET literature, and I know how to write about it. In the course of our discussion, we were talking about things related to literature, and I confessed that I knew I’m damn good at what I do. And this is why I ask for my final papers back I learned quite a bit when she and I discussed that paper, and it will absolutely help me to become a better literary scholar. Not that I was wrong…I just wasn’t complete. I made silly mistakes….I knew everything she was telling me, and I even knew these things when I wrote the paper, but for whatever reason, I focused in on the wrong areas. She discussed the reasoning behind the ten points off on the latter paper, and I understood as well as agreed with her reasoning. In this case, I did perfectly on my upper division (a 200 out of 200) and I was ten points shy of a perfect score on my 200 level course (240 out of 250 points). I am always very interested in how I end up doing on my final papers in my Lit courses, because I learn a lot from the grades I receive on those papers. My reasoning for meeting with my professor (and advisor) was to get my final papers from her, from the Spring 2011 semester (I had her for two classes last semester, which was hard since she requires SO much reading, but hard in a good way). Reading and analysing….there is something absolutely sublime in the sheer concept, at least to me.īut this is about self esteem…primarily MY self esteem. If I had to do this for the rest of my life, I would be absolutely contented. And, I learned that I love it, even more than I thought I loved it. I learned that I am really, REALLY good at literature at reading and comprehending it, as well as pulling it apart and analysing what the author meant when they wrote what they wrote. But, along with learning about the technical differences about the two types, as well as genres, I learned a lot about ME. The styles between the two are so completely different, that it was really strange to delve into the American after being a self-proclaimed British writing enthusiast for so long (and thereby avoiding American writers). And since I was more steeped in British writings, I knew there was quite a bit to learn. I knew I’d learn more about various American writers…that was a given. Which kind of leads me even closer to my point…Īs I said, that American Writers class taught me way more than I thought it would (especially since I was so intimidated by the fact that it was an upper division course, and not only was I a Freshman, I also had been out of school for over 20 years). When I went back to school in the Spring of 2010, it was her lit class that I took, and I learned SO much in that class…about literature, but also about myself.
I can’t exalt her literary insights enough. I’ve had her for three classes, so far, and her insights as well as her guidance are just amazing when it comes to literature. Today, I spoke to my favorite professor at school. I know….don’t even ask what my point is, because you know I have one. See? Self esteem and I are not really on complete speaking terms. I know….I’m surprised to hear it, too, and I’m the one saying it. In fact, I tend to second guess myself far too often, only seeing the negative aspects of what I have done or said and completely ignoring the fact that I might have said or done something quite brilliant….which, from time to time, I do actually do or say. It is unfortunate, but I’m not always well versed in self esteem.
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