Being an English Major

School starts this week. And so does work. After a wonderful week and a half off, the madness is about to begin again. Hang on to your hats, ladies and gentlemen; studying, procrastination and massive amounts of reading are in the very near future.

One of the things I appreciate about being an English major is all of the books I have to buy. I love, absolutely love, books. I used to read all the time. I would disappear for hours with a book. Of course now I waste time on my computer, but my love of books has not diminished in the least. (I literally have my own personal library.) Anyway, this semester, the grand total is fourteen. I already own two, so that lessens the blow to my wallet, so to speak. It's less than what I had to read last semester. That was almost two dozen. Needless to say, I only finished about five. I'm sure the same will happen this semester as well.

What I don't like about being an English major is having to contribute to class discussions all the time. I am in no way an extroverted person. I spoke up in one of my history classes and nearly had a heart attack. I'm also not that good at reading into what the passages really mean. Is the character questioning his masculinity? Does that relate to what is going on in the community?
Oh, college. Learning skills I'll never need again.

Green

My lunch today consists mostly of green stuffs. I am, by no means, a vegetarian. I love a melt-in-your-mouth roast beef just as much as the next person. But fresh food is sometimes just so good. Especially in the summer. So what exactly is my lunch? Kiwi, green peppers and hummus, gouda cheese, tomatoes and fresh basil on crackers, a salad, and an iced tea. Hold the applause, I don't usually eat this healthily. So what's on your lunch menu?