Silly sunny, funny Sarah. That’s me. Or one of the many, many parts of me.
I love to write. Not fiction, per se, but blogging and non-fictional stories. I would love to be a columnist like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City. Then I ran into a post. A post that happens to be freshly pressed that is a very well written piece. So it’s not the piece, but the topic of discussion and the conversations it sparks.
I loved all my English classes growing up and most of them were honors courses. It was my 8th grade English Honors teacher that introduced me to Edgar Allan Poe. She also gifted me Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. My 9th grade English Honors teacher delved into Of Mice and Men and To Kill a Mockingbird. These are only the ones I really remember. My high school Drama teacher of course gave me Shakespeare and more Shakespeare.
I was thinking of going back to school and getting an English degree. Now, now I am not so sure. It might have been different sitting in a classroom discussing how one describes a climax instead of reading the opinions of many in the comments, biting down hard on my tongue not to make a sexual innuendo. Tacky, especially when it’s thrown into your lap like that. They used the word ‘tension’ a lot.
You lost your climax?? You want me to help you find it?? What an invitation. Shouldn’t we sit down over coffee first and get to know one another a little better? I’m a classy lady.
People were fighting over where the climax was in The Hunger Games! Okay, fighting is a strong word. More like, “I think it was..” and, “No, actually it was…” and I was confused a bit if they were discussing the movie script or the actual literary piece. People cheat, a lot. I know lots of my “honors” classmates were working the cliff notes and movie versions. The kid seriously should have just gone into regular, would’ve been a lot easier for him.
I’ve grown accustomed to the science snobs. Probably because I am one. I excel in science; do not take this as a chance to quiz me as I have not been in academics since I was 19. Half a semester of community college. w00t! Who’s the smarty now?
Who knows, last I checked I fucking hate academics.
Little Fun Fact: I’ve loved to read all of my life. In my second grade class we were asked to bring in a book to read during whatever time the teacher needed to catch up on paperwork (I was so onto her) and I had brought in with me “Scarlett” which was an estate authorized sequel to “Gone With the Wind”. The book is massive. I was a baller like that.
- To Kill a Mockingbird Harper Lee (friendsofatticus.wordpress.com)
- I’ve never read it. I am an English student. Don’t judge me. (aworldofrandomness.wordpress.com)
- 10 Things You Didn’t Know About William Shakespeare (history.com)
- Intimidating Classics: The Classics Club November Meme (surgabukuku.wordpress.com)