Well, I’m nervous about finals. I take my Shakespeare final in 15minutes and I still feel like I’m going to get tested on something I don’t know or didn’t study. My biggest worry is the character list and set up in King Richard III but otherwise I feel confident that I can achieve the grade that I desire and hopefully earned in the class; it’s bittersweet knowing that I am likely to never take another Migan class in my collegiate or life career; he taught me the value of education and why I’m actually in school. School isn’t about the information we learn; it is about the exposure to relationships with professors, individuals, and yourself as you muddle through the murky waters of uncertainty and despair, including the moments where you stumble upon the golden values that will aide in self-governance throughout the rest of your life; look up the etymology of education and maybe, if you haven’t already, you will gain insight as to why we do this thing called college; most of my classmate, I assure you, are not as fortunate.
I think I’m going to take a crack at making a series of essays addressing everything that I feel bitter towards in society.
It’s amazing how similar the ideas and thoughts of the 17th century are to those of contemporary society