Thursday, April 18, 2013

Snippets of Smiles


In life you come across all sorts of people. You come across the ditsy, the clever, the bright-color lovers, the dark-color lovers, the music lovers, the literature lovers, the jerks, the ones who think they're cool but aren't, the nerds...and so on, and so on. The list off all the different types of people that you come across can go on and on. It's a never ending list, really, because every single person is different. We all come from different backgrounds, different regions, and different lifestyles. No one person is like another because none of us go through the exact same things. We're all unique and its our uniqueness, our us-ness, that makes life so entertaining.

Over the last two semesters, I've filled my note books with the random, clever, funny, and thought provoking things that my friends have said. One of them is always saying something and, as a writer, I take note of the brilliant way they say things. It started as a personal project, really. One of my Professors suggested that our Creative Writing class keep lists of things people say, and the things we see, that we think would be good lines or images for stories. I don't know if any of my classmates took that challenge seriously, but I decided to give it a go. I've gathered quite the collection and, today, I would like to share a few of them with you.

I've mentioned a few times now that life is busy around here, where I am, and I'm sure some (if not all) of you reading this are feeling the same way. So, I want to give you a chance to smile. Here's just a chunk of the things that my classmates say that have brought smiles to mine and others' faces. I hope they do the same for you.    

Guy:* walks into class where he's the only boy and every girl goes silent* What's going on in here?
Girl: We're plotting your demise.
Guy: That actually makes me feel pretty comfortable. I'm use to that.

Girl 1: It was flurrying this morning!
Professor: It's just a reminder from God that you're the salt of the earth.
Girl 2: It didn't please me. There was snow on my car...in the spring!

Girl 1: *notices friend wearing a lace shirt* It's so pretty!
Girl 2: I know, right? You can even rub your face on it if you want!

Professor: * teaching about the place of curse words in the English language*
Student 1:* Starts listing off examples of curse words.*
Professor: No, no, no. This is an English class. You're English students. If we're going to curse, we should at least curse with class.

Student: *speaking about a professor* It's like sink or swim with her...except she ties something around your ankles so you fall right to the bottom.

Guy: *addresses class that's all girls, beside himself* Do any of you know how to tie a tie?
Girls: Yeah.
Girl 1: Do you know how to tie a tie?
Guy: No. I feel like it should be required that for ministry majors to graduate we should all have to pass a class on tie tying.

Professor: Why are there still so many of you in this class? They told me that at least half of you would drop...but there's still twenty of you. Not that I don't like you...I just don't want to grade your papers.

Guy: *having a Christian-Pickup-lines contest with a friend* Is that your resurrection body? Because it's flawless.
Girl: Do you need prayer? Because I'd love to lay my hands on you.

Professor: Put your hands on your neck like this *puts hand on neck*. Now saw Z-Z-Z. You feel that vibration? Now say s-s-s...don't do this in public. People will think you're crazy.

Guy: Fifty Shades of Grey is a bad influence on women.
Girl 1:What's Fifty Shades of Grey?
Guy: You haven't read it? How about you, have you read it?
Girl 2: No, but my roommate has and she told me what it's about.
Guy: You're not going to read it, are you?
Girl 2: Not my type of literature.
Guy: Good.
Girl 1: What's it about.
Guy: It's torture porn. And the lead female character falls in love with the guy torturing her. I don't see that as a good influence. As a guy, I wouldn't want my girlfriend to be like that chick. She allows someone to hurt her for love. Seriously, have some self-respect! Listen up you two, You should never let a guy hurt you. Even if you love him and hurting you gives him pleasure. If he really loves you he won't hurt you. Understand?

Professor: Think about this for a moment...God loves you so much that He would rather die than live without you.

Professor: Even the darkest corners of space aren't completely dark.

So, there you have it. A few quotes to hopefully brighten up your day. Like I said, I have more, but I don't want to make a freakishly long blog with all of them it it. Also, the Fifty Shades of Grey quote wasn't to offend anyone. If you like the book, good for you, but that was exactly what one of my guy friends said about it to me and another chick when we were working with him.

Have a blessed day, lovely souls!

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

The Cleansing Powers of Rain


Rain is a glorious thing. Like most things in life, it has a duality to it. Every coin has two sides, and rain can symbolize both life and death. For the sake of this entry, however, let's focus on the positive side of rain. Perhaps  at a later date, I'll write about the negative side. As it is, though, I've been pondering on the positive. 
Life has been crazy lately. Theses last few weeks have been nothing but stress and insomnia. Almost all of my time has been dedicated to school, work, or preparation for the future. Free time has become something of a myth. Yet, I still find time to enjoy a few walks. If I didn't, I'd go crazy. It was on one of theses walks that I did something completely against my nature. 
Before I go on, let me tell you that I love rain...but I hate to be in it. This has nothing to do with its temperature, or how its wet, its because I absolutely detest the feel of wet fabric. Seriously, I cant' stand it. Like some people can't stand eating rice because of it's texture, I can't stand wearing wet clothing for the same reason. There's just something about how it plasters itself to my form that irritates me. But, twice in three weeks, I have voluntary experienced the feeling.  

The first was on that walk I was telling you about. It was misting that day and I knew there was a high chance of storms, but I was so stressed out that I needed to leave the dorm. To escape from the white walls and forget for a little while. The weather looked so inviting with its heavy clouds and lite fog. I grabbed my Ipod, my over-sized hoodie, and ventured on a walk. It started out nicely, the heaven's tears occasionally striking the surface of the river I walked beside, but grew to be something I needed. Something deep and meaningful. 

It started pouring while I was walking the trail. My first thought was to turn back around. I was only about half way through with a mile. The walk back wouldn't be a long one. As thunder began to sound, I made up my mind to turn back. Music and solace weren't worth getting sick over...correction, I thought they were very much worth it, but I couldn't  afford to become sick. My life was simply (is simply) too hectic for it. 

When I was almost back to the dorms, I changed my mind. I remember pausing, looking at the river and unconsciously moving towards it. I could no longer bring myself to care that it was pouring, that I could get sick, or that I had a pile of work waiting for me back on my desk. I was captured by the beauty in front of me.

I honestly couldn't remember the last time I had 'danced' in the rain. I could recall a brief conversation I had with my mother about how cleansing rain was and how standing in it washed the dirt off the mind and soul...but that conversation had been over three years ago. I had still been in high school then, and no I'm only a few months away from my Senior year of college. I did something then, when I realized just how long it had been since I had actually been out in the rain and enjoyed it, that I normally wouldn't do. I turned off my Ipod, plucked the buds from my ears, and sat down on a rocky area I always walk by. It's more like a rocky cliff-side, but it's not too high up and over look a river. Granted, if you stumbled from it you would be injured. It may not be that far above the river, but there were enough jagged rocks at the bottom that a tumble could easily break a limb. I sat there, though, for almost an hour. I just sat there watching the rapids of the river. I saw ducks playing, robins bathing, and found myself entranced by floating leafs. I allowed myself to forget all my stress and to succumb to the beauty of the Lord's world. 

After that walk, I felt alive. I felt as if I had been shut off from the world and -for the first time in forever -I was really feeling. That moment was more real to me than the paper waiting to be written. More important than the speech I needed to finish...more beautiful than the stack of precious literature I needed to read. 

In the words of Stephen Chbosky (Have you ever realize how much I quote this guy?), "In that moment, I felt infinite." I felt like I actually understood the scenes in movies where people who have gone through so much suddenly dance int the rain. I'm a writer, and yet I fear that I can't possibly accurately describe that feeling to you. I think it's something that, to truly understand, one must feel for them self.
  
Today, I experience that awesomeness again...which is what really provoked me to write this blog. I was forced to walk to class in pouring rain, to talk about a poet that is more than a bit disturbed (Sylvia Plath, for any of those wanting to know. That's the poet's name). I must have looked like a drowned cat when I entered that classroom. I was soaked to the bone. So soaked that my clothes were dripping and my steps leaving puddles. Remember how I said that I hate the feel of wet fabric? For forty-five minutes I sat at my desk, fighting the urge to run back to my room and throw on some dry clothes. I paid attention to the discussion  but it was difficult. Sitting as stiff and as still as a board, I forced myself through the class.     

After class came to an end, I sat at my desk for a few moments longer. I didn't want to go back outside, but I didn't want to spend the next two hours, which I had as free time, there. So, I picked up my hoodie -intending to put it on -and discovered it was still just as wet as it was when I had peeled it off my body. 

Taking one glance out the old window, at the pouring rain, I mentally said, "Forget it." I was soaked anyway. So, I gathered up my back pack, draped my hoodie over my arm, and made my way into the rain. I walked back to my dorm slower than I ever have before. I figured I might as well enjoy the walk since I couldn't temporarily halt the rain. I allowed the rain to finish its task of drenching me, had a conversation with a professor who was also venturing through heaven's wonderful tears, and was freezing by the time I made it back to my room. The three minute walk to my dorm was made in ten.  

The rain's cold today -its drops are powerful, almost bruising as they strike at your flesh, but they are beautiful. I have said this multiple times in my life, but there is nothing as beautiful -as breath taking -as a storm. There is something so pure to it that nothing else can quite rival it. It's like...well, it's like God. It's powerful and strong, but nurturing at the same time. It's awe-inspiring. It's pure perfection. It's... indescribable.  
In literature, rain -water -is used as a symbol. It can represent life, death, trials, and perseverance. It can be personified as mocking or nurturing...but the most common ways it is used is as a symbol of rebirth. It symbolizes the purification of the soul. The rebirth or resurrection of one's self.
In a spring that started off frozen, I am finding rain to be more beautiful by the day. Not only has it provided for me a few moments of extreme closeness to the Creator, but it has revived the world just as it has my soul. 

For those of you who read my last blog post (entitle Soliloquy) you read a poem about myself wanting to be revived. I might had wrote it as a class assignment, but I wrote it about my inner struggle to rise above the dark and frozen state of the world. This is a struggle I think all can relate to. With the coming of the rain, I felt a weight being lifted from my shoulders. Its been as if the rain has washed the cares from me. I still have things to do, meetings to attend and grades to get, but the rain had brought a sense of peace and tranquility. It has been a reminder to me of the beauty that is in this busy life.  

Some of you who had started reading this may have already left by now. I may have lost your attention long before this point, but -for those of you that are still here -if you take away anything from this post I hope it's that there is beauty in this world. Despite the darkness and the everyday struggles that try to bring us down, there is beauty. The Creator is an artist, and this world is a masterpiece. 

I challenge you to take a few moments out of your busy schedule to enjoy the world around you. I realize it may not be raining at where every you are reading this, but still take time to look around you. Go outside and gaze up at the sky. Go to the park, lay down in the grass. Go on a walk. If there's a tornado, go watch it...from a safe distance...please, don't go injuring yourself. Tornado/storm watching is perfectly fine (I've done it myself), but be safe about it. That is my challenge to you. The Lord has packed this world full of beauty and just a moment's observation of it can change your whole day.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Soliloquy

The following is a poem I wrote as assignment for my Introduction to Literature class. The assignment was for each student to write a poem, turn them in, and then explicate (write a paper about) another student's. Soliloquy is my poem for the assignment  I did mean for the title of the poem to be important to the actual poem, but you can understand what's going on without looking up what the title means.

For those of you that don't know, and are wondering, Soliloquy is an art of writing that normally appears in dramas. It is a section of lines -words -that the speaker/writer is saying to him or herself. To put it simply, a soliloquy is a letter to (or a conversation with) one's self.

Without further ado, my poem...

Soliloquy 


I want to write something sunny,
Something bright and full of delight,
But the world keeps spinning faster;
It keeps spinning into the night.

How do I write of butterflies
When all I see are moths?
How do I write of victory
When all I see are sloths?

Looking for the silver lining
Is easier said than done.
They say keep moving forward,
But life weighs a ton.

Doors keep getting closed,
And their keys keep getting lost,
And this just makes me wonder,
What would giving up cost?

My mind tells me it’s not worth it,
My heart declares that isn’t so,
And my soul just keeps on screaming;
It keeps screaming Go! Go! Go!

I’ve tied a knot around my wrist
To remind me of my goal.
I’ve changed all my radio stations
So they sing the songs of the soul.

How could I live with myself
Upon giving up a dream?
How could I think of backing down
When things aren’t what they seem?

So I’ll just keep on going,
Keep looking towards the sun,
For when all of this is over,
I can rejoice that I’ve won my run.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

101 Ways to Procrastinate

1. Clean your room/house.

2. Make origami butterflies.

3. Turn a spork into Batman.

4. Give yourself a make over.

5. Create a list of ways to procrastinate.

6. Read blogs.

7. Check social sites.

8. Read the back of a shampoo bottle.

9. Write a story.

10. Write a poem.

11. Write a weird note and leave it for someone to find.

12. Blow up a friend's phone with text messages.

13. Do laundry.

14. Contemplate the meaning of life.

15. Watch cartoons.

16. Jam out to music.

17. Go driving.

18. Go for a walk.

19. Have a game night.

20. Go shopping.

21. Play video games.

22. Play Facebook games.

23. See how many words you can think of that start with 'M'.

24. Watch videos on YouTube.

25. Use a ball of yarn to turn your room into a human sized spider web.

26. Play catch.

27. Play Frisbee.

28. Have a Nerf war.

29. Have a lightsaber battle.

30. Draw.

31. Play tic-tac-toe.

32. Play hangman.

33. Play pick up sticks with pens.

34. Trace your hand and turn it into something.

35. Draw mustaches on people in magazines.

36. Watch a movie.

37. Stare at your pile of work and think about how you should be working on it.

38. Count ceiling tiles.

39. Play an instrument.

40. Count the bricks of a wall.

41. Journal.

42. Go to a coffee shop and stare at people.

43. Have a race.

44. Go on a scavenger hunt.

45. Cut out stick figures and leave them in random places.

46. Read Fanfiction.

47. Create a list of 'laundry room etiquette' .

48. Dance down the hall/street singing at the top of your lungs.

49. Read a book.

50. Take apart and clean a vacuum.

51. Alphabetize your movie collection.

52. Organize your books.

53. Make your bed until there are no creases.

54. Organize your music collection.

55. Go see a play.

56. Play Jenga with pens.

57. Lay in the grass and stare at the clouds.

58. Close your eyes and listen to the silence.

59. See ow many markers you can connect together.

60. Put a packet of cherry kool-aid behind the shower faucet.

61. Write a bunch of encouraging notes and leave them in random places for people to find.

62. Place fake bugs,rodents,reptiles in random places.

63. Organize your crayons and color pencils by shade.

64. Create a character.

65.  Make a story about that character.

66. Make a comic about the character.

67. Play volley ball.

68. Play soccer.

69. Play basketball.

70. Play baseball.

71. Play softball.

72. Play tennis.

73. Blow bubbles.

74. Play with silly putty.

75. Solve a Rubix Cube.

76. Blow up a balloon and see how long you can keep it in the air by hitting it.

77. Scatter furniture, sofa cushions, pillows...etc...and make it across the room without touching the floor (The floor's lava, after all).

78. Sit out cups and see how many ping pong balls you can shoot in them (to make this more challenging, give specific tasks to do, like bounce the ball of the fridge and into the cup.)

79. Draw on the side walk with  chalk.

80. Go for a run.

81. Go bird watching.

82. Sit somewhere. Just sit there. Don't do anything. Just. Sit. There.

83. Take a nap.

84. Take a shower.

85. Draw on yourself.

86. Draw on a friend.

87. Give all your friends code names.

88. Get crafty.

89. Use tape to outline someone's body on the floor.

90. Hide in a bush and talk to people as they walk by.

91. Wander around somewhere and when someone talks to you say, "You can see me?"

92. Run into a store and ask someone what year it is...when they tell you, yell, "It worked!" and run away.

93. Make a bucket list.

94. Re-write a popular song.

95. Go to the park.

96. Fly a kite.

97. Organize your game collection.

98. Break out an old board game.

99. Dance off anyone?

100. Sort your closet and dresser drawers by color.

101. Read this list on how to procrastinate.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Have a Smile

Here's a video a classmate of mine showed in our Linguistics class a few weeks ago. It never ceases to bring a smile to my English-Nerd face. If you like English or Shakespeare you will love this video...if you don't, watch it anyway. It may just bring a smile to your face.



Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Lewis and Clark's Contribution to the English Language


The following is a research paper I wrote for my Linguistics class. The assignment was to choose a partner, create a prompt, and then each partner write their own response paper over the prompt. This is my response to the prompt my friend and I came up with. I won't tell you the grade I got on this paper, but I will say that I was proud of myself when I finished writing it and even more proud when I got it back. I've have included citation in the paper and the list of resources is at the end. Fell free to check out the sites/books I got my information from. In fact, I encourage you to. 

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Prompt: "The Lewis and Clark expedition played a huge role in the development of the English Language; yet it is not given such credit in today's society. In what influential ways did this expedition create a pathway for the development of the English Language? Should this expedition be given more credit than what has briefly been bestowed upon this piece of history?" (Worded by my friend).


Lewis and Clark’s Contribution to the English Language
            It is a chilly January day and snow covers the ground like a glistening blanket. Children sit inside warm classrooms, their backpacks jammed into lockers, and their minds trained on the snow. They want to be anywhere but sitting at their desks. They want to bundle themselves up in hats, coats, and gloves. They want to rush out the doors and build snowmen. Yet, they are prevented from doing so. Their teacher stands at the front of the class with a piece of chalk in one hand and a book in the other. Written on the chalkboard behind the teacher, in flowing script, are two names: Lewis and Clark.
            Who has not heard of Lewis and Clark? Their expedition is a required lesson in history classes. Teachers tell children and teens about the two men who led a team of explorers through the rough lands around the Missouri River. Yet, what is not taught is how big of an impact their journey had on the English language. Lewis and Clark did not only pave the way for settlement in the land they explored, but paved the way for a new English.
            In January of 1803, President Thomas Jefferson sent a message to Congress asking for $2,500 (Buckley). The original plan for this money was to send a dozen men to explore the Missouri River. Jefferson hoped that the men could make contact with Native Americans, expand America’s fur trade, and find the Northwest Passage (Buckley). On February 28, of the same year, President Jefferson’s request was approved and preparations started taking place (“Lewis and Clark Expedition”).
            The odd thing about the expedition that Jefferson was planning was that the United States did not actually own the land he wished to explore, at least not all of it. It was not until the year 1804 that America actually purchased the entirety of the land they wished to expand into (Bragg). This purchase of land, made between America and France, has become known as the Louisiana Purchase in history books. After the purchase of the land, the rush to send out the explorers heightened and Jefferson put together a team of forty-five men –a bigger team than he had originally planned –to do the job (Bragg). A ship is nothing without its captain, however, so the President had to find the right man, or men in this case, to lead the expedition. He ended up handing the torch to Captain Meriwether Lewis and William Clark (Bragg).  
            Lewis and Clark turned out to be the right men for the job. They were men with military experience and who could handle the rough terrains the Missouri River presented to them (Bragg). President Jefferson did not want them to only explore the land, however, he also required them to journal about their experiences (Bragg). Though his intentions in having them journal may have been to gain a better understanding of the landscapes and the Native Americans, their journals ended up having a big impact on the English language.
            Being proper men, both Lewis and Clark were well versed in the ways of English (Bragg). With puritan backgrounds and tongues that were capable of speaking such beautiful English that Webster himself would weep in joy at their speech, one would have expected only the best English from them (Bragg). Yet, the thing about English is that it morphs. It shifts and changes to adapt to its surroundings. Though Lewis and Clark began their expedition with tongues of gold, they ended with tongues of the common.
            We can see the shift in Lewis and Clark’s language throughout their journal entries, but the new words they were picking up –and inventing –are very much a part of entries such as the following, which is an excerpt of an entry from Clark’s journal:
            “ The Americans are Settled up the Mississippi for 56 miles as high up a[s] the Sandy river from thence across to the Missouries river    a Salt works is establish[ed] on a Small river 30 miles up the river 10 miles from the mississippi    I am told that an old french fort was once built on the opsd Side of the river from me, and that Some remains of the clearing is yet to be seen, this must be the fort which was built in the year 1724 by M. de Bourgmot the Comdt.” (“Journals”).
            The above passage may be hard to understand. Words like “opsd” and strange spacing is used. Though this language is different from what is seen today, it is still English. It is not the English that Lewis and Clark had been taught as schoolchildren, however. It is English showing the creativity of its yielders. English that shows influences of other languages.
            The travels of Lewis and Clark brought them into contact with Native Americans, whom neither of the men could understand. The language barrier between themselves and the Native Americans brought about the need of a translator, thus Sacajawea –a female Native American –was recruited to aid them (“Sacajawea”). With her help, the men were able to communicate with the Native Americans they encountered, which led to them picking up on some of their words. Native American words –such as: “Maize,” “moccasin,” “moose,” “opossum,” “pecan,” “squaw,” “powwow,” and “totem” –made their way into the speech of Lewis, Clark, and their team of explorers (Bragg). With the men speaking theses words, as well as writing them in their journals, they were integrated into the English language.
            Native American languages were not the only thing that caused the English language to morph. There was also the landscape. The expedition team encountered many rivers and landscapes that they had never seen before. As a result, they were forced to change their language. They began naming the rivers they came upon after members of their team –such as Reuben’s Creek –and combined words to name birds or trees, like with the cottonwood tree (Bragg).
            The original English word “Creek” had meant a tidal inlet, but the explorers used it to describe all sorts of streams (Bragg). Words like “rapid” were turned into “rapids”, going from a quick movement to rapidly moving water. Likewise, “bluff” started to mean broad faced cliffs (Bragg).  
            Incidents that happened along their travels, the physical features of landscapes, and the names of those they loved were used to name places (Bragg). “Colt-killed Creek,” “Diamond Island,” and “Fanny’s Island” are all examples of this. Also, the naming of subspecies began to happen by the combining of color and the name of the species, such was the case with “blue grass,” and “black bear,” (Bragg).
            As Melvyn Bragg writes in his book, The Adventures of English: The Biography of a Language, “English went word-drunk and it was to stay intoxicated out west for decades to come.” (Braggs). It could be argued that English has yet to sober up. With modern language changing into slang, and slang changing into text-talk, English is still jamming words to together as well as shortening them.
            Even though English is a constantly changing language, it is still beautiful. It is adaptable, it is flexible, and it caters to all classes. Without Lewis and Clark, English would not be what it is today. Without their influence, and the opening up of more land for people to settle and converse on –consequently leading to a mass immigration – English would not have gotten the same opportunity to evolve. Yes, it would have eventually changed, but –though it is sad to say –it is very unlikely that Native American languages would have served such a great role in its change. It was, after all, Lewis and Clark that helped introduce the Native American languages to the English one. Thank goodness for President Jefferson’s desired expedition. English certainly would not be the same without it and its leaders, Captain Meriwether Lewis and William Clark.           
  
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Works Cited
Bragg, Melvyn. The Adventures of English: The Biography of a language. New York:
Arcade Publishing, 2003. Print.
Buckley, Jay H. “Lewis and Clark Expedition.” Encyclopedia Britannica. 2013.
“January 3-4, 18-04.” The Journals of the Lewis and Clark Expedition. N.P. Web. 6 Mar. 2013.
“Lewis and Clark Expedition.”  US. History. N.P. Web. 4 Mar. 2013.
“Sacajawea.” Lewis and Clark Trail. Lewis and Clark Trails, n.d. web. 7 Mar. 2013

                 

Monday, March 4, 2013

It's Okay to be a Crazy English Student: A rambling about my day.

"Say these sounds." a linguistics professor indicates the smart board that proudly displays the list of sounds she wants the class to say. "Z-Z-Z"

 The silent class share glances. The students are all thinking the same thought. It isn't long until their professor raises her hands and states, "It's okay to say them. It would make you look like a crazy person but this is a whole class. We can be crazy together."


There are times in life where I question myself. Where I question the path I've chosen and wonder if the destination is anywhere close to where I really want to be.

There are times when I'm with friends (of other majors) and feel like a crazy person. I might as well be sitting at a table reciting the phonetic alphabet instead of trying to explain the greatness of a piece of literature to friends, for I get looked at like I'm crazy anyway. But then there are the times when I know for sure that I'm on the correct path, and being a crazy English student isn't a bad thing.

"Z-Z-Z." 

"Good!" the professor praises. "Now, place your hand on your neck like this."


With thumb pressed on one side of their necks and fingers resting on the other, they resemble a bunch of doctors trying to feel for swelling within their throats. 


"Now, say it again. Z-Z-Z. Do you feel the vibrations?" 


The class nods and are given another sound to say. "S-S-S." 


"Are there any vibrations?"


"No," the class answers as one body." 


Today has been one of those days where I've felt at peace with my major. Though the Shadow (who you may recall me mentioning in another post) has been dragging me down today -and yesterday...and the day before that...and...well, basically every day -I was reminded in class that I'm not as crazy as it would like me to think I am. Okay, so I may be crazy, but it's not a negative crazy. I should be proud of it...I am proud of it. I just needed a class today that allowed me to be crazy with other crazy people. A class where if the Shadow walked into it'd be considered the crazy one. It'd be the one out of place.



"V-V-V"

"F-F-F"


"M-M-M"


"P-P-P"



"See if you can find out which sounds are voiceless (creating no vibrations) and which ones are voiced (creating vibrations)," the professor instructs.

"O-O-O"


"A-A-A"


"B-B-B"


"C-C-C"


"D-D-D" 


"E-E-E"


"G-G-G"


"Gerrrrrrrrrr" 


Two students crack up laughing. Due to throat issues and recent illnesses, G is not a sound they can say very easily. One manged to pull it off, but the other ends up growling. Red tinges their faces as they burst out in laughter. Their professor flashes them a brilliant white smile. She begins laughing along with them and makes another remark about being crazy.    


A website is pulled up on the smart board, displaying sounds letters on one side and a picture of the human mouth and throat on the other. The professor clicks on each letter and the picture says it, it's mouth and throat moving according to the sounds. The students can now see the vibrations taking place when sounds are spoken. 


Who would have thought the phonetic alphabet could be so exciting? Who would have thought it would create so much laughter and lighten so many moods? I certainly didn't, and yet it has been the highlight of my day. That class created a blaze out of the dwindling English spark within me.

Something that you may not know about being an English major is that it is easy to grow weary in it. We are forced to read...a lot...and it's not pleasant. You would think reading would be easy, but when you have three, four, five, maybe even six different stories to read, plus text book material, response papers, and research paper to write (not to mention work from other classes) it can become quite tedious. I swear, being an English major has completely ruined how I read. I have such a hard time now reading something at face value. The habit of dissecting literature has taken root within me and it is a hard habit to fight.

Today though, there has been no negativity placed on my major -outside of what the Shadow has placed upon it - and it has felt great. It has been paradise to goof around with the English language, to forget about the stories and analysis, to let go the topic of the Human Condition, and to just play with language as if it were a container of Playdough.

Language is something we take for granted. Humans are the only creatures capable of speaking the language we have. Our language is sacred. It is so unique. Our mouths, our teeth, our tongues, larynx,  and pharynx are special. When you sit in a class room and are presented with multiple ways that our language is sacred, and leave with the knowledge there are a million more reasons you have yet to discus  it's hard to not be excited by it...at least, it's hard for me -the English major -not to.

When I look at language I see God. I see how special he made us. How we couldn't have evolved and how something like the complexity of human communication couldn't have just happened by mistake...and it leaves me in awe.  Combine that feeling of awe with the assurance that it's okay to be crazy, and the wonder of the human language, and I am flying at the moment. No joke. I doubt anything could bring me down at the moment. Though I won't say those words allowed for the Shadow would most likely see them as a challenge.    

For the final words of this post I'll leave you with the final words of the story I have been telling you.

As the class came to an end the students packed their bags. The display on the smart board was being turned off and the professor was gathering up the response paper the class had turned in. Yet, as the students prepared to leave their haven sounds of, "Z-Z-Z" and "D-D-D" could be heard. 

"Yes! Yes!" the professor grinned. " Do that! Go into a room and do it. Do it in public and people will think you've gone mad."


And gone mad the students had, but it was a madness they basked in. A madness that kept them high so the claws of reality couldn't destroy them.