:: Thursday, November 07, 2002 ::

"I got sunshine in a bag..." (Gorillaz)

Revelation struck this afternoon while I was sitting outside, getting my English students excited about descriptive writing. Blows of this kind are always more staggering in "duh" moments, and this was a "duh" moment.
My relationship with psychology is a little--how shall we put this in terms of decency--strained. I love people, and I truly hope the rest of my life can be spent helping them, but the ability to handle human hearts is not something one can find in a textbook. Why have I been spending so much time wading through Freud and Adler and so many other names I won't remember in 5 years? Why am I putting myself through something I dislike so much? Yeah, I don't know either.
On the day I wind up in a corner office with a concrete view and paychecks extracted from what used to be love, you can go ahead and have my funeral. For me, people are a ministry--not a career. I want to travel the world and pen my thoughts and make as many relationships as this life allows. Unfortunately, Bethany 101 is not offered in the Psychology B.A. course listing.
I adore English. I love playing with rhetorical devices and figurative language. I love slipping into words like perfectly-tailored gloves. I love the look in students' eyes when they finally understand... when they start to enjoy the art of thoughts captured on notebook paper. I love grammar for letting me in on its secrets. And since my life is unshakable and more than figured out, I'm changing my major.
Be happy for me!
Oh, and here's a bonus tidbit for you today...
How to be a good LU chapel speaker:
1) Talk about porn. Vehemently.
2) The end.

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