In the beginning of the class, I was almost terrified of what horrible works I would do in class. My writing skills are not the best and as for my skills on understanding literature work? Let just leave it there. I felt the need to somehow escape the class for my pessimistic attitude wasn’t helping my nerves, but as the professor started to speak more and more I realized that maybe this summer experience wasn’t going to be so bad! As the professor went on with her nerdiness about English literature, I noticed her passion for the subject. People that are passionate about what they teach, gives the subject being taught an interesting tone which makes the learning experience quite exciting. I was never bored in class and taking notes didn’t seem extremely tedious. When we started poetry, unfortunately, my wonderful emotions for the class seemed to dwindle a bit. Poetry is by far the most difficult subject for me due to the fact that it seems like a foreign language in my deprived noggin. Fortunately, the professor and many internet sources helped my deprivation seem not so horrible. I really struggled, though with the whole writing assignments. As my friend noted to me a couple of years ago, I can speak eloquently, but once my thoughts are put on paper, I seem to mess it up somehow. Basically, I make the impossible, possible. I know, right? Such a wonderful, honest friend? Even though her comments seemed to strike my heart in a negative way, she was right. Fortunately I had outside sources to help me with writing my papers, especially my boyfriend that would work endless hours with me fixing my horrible sentence structures. I have to admit that the professor’s grading style is hard, though! I feel so fortunate to know that I get passing grades in my essays. I am a perfectionist when it comes to science and math grades, but when I get B’s or even C’s in my essays, it feels like A’s. Yes, I am that horrible at writing.
One of my favorite short stories is “A Rose for Emily” because that story is just super creepy. How many stories end with a corpse and a grey hair on the pillow next to the corpse found? From what I’ve noticed: not many or any at all. So this story is just mystifying to the point of horror.
My favorite poem would have to be “Cinderella” because it is just so easy to follow. It starts off with the mention of lucky events from people and ends with the happy ending of Cinderella. I also love how funny it was when it mentioned the unfortunate betrayals of the step sisters when it came to their shoe fitting fails. Love that poem!
My favorite play is The Tempest because of William Shakespeare. Put a Shakespeare play in front of me, and I assure you I will love it. William is just a genius with anything he creates. Period. Love William Shakespeare!
I found the point of this class to have the purpose of enlightening us about many literature works that exist out there. I was exposed to many thing that I’ve never witnessed which made me glad because new things are always fun to explore. Also, this class helped me notice how horrible I am at writing and how much guidance I needed to be where I am now. Glad this class equipped me with more techniques which will help me improve my writing skills.
I am glad though that we got the opportunity to read Shakespeare. I adore the man for being so well with his words. So once we hit The Tempest, it wasn’t a tempest for me but quite a pleasing experience once again. So thank you professor for letting us read Shakespeare!
P.S. I add this video for everyone to hear.
Thanks for the farewell, and I must say I am terrible in the magic arts of English as well. The story a Rose for Emily was one of the most difficult to read out of the short story, my understanding of it was mediocre. I got some main point of it, but not all of it. The Cinderella poem was a great poem; glad you liked it because it one that I see women hoping out to get out of life. Finally the play The Tempest went over my head, everything about the play was difficult to understand because I am a visual learner.
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