Let the race begin....

I started another semester at Weber State yesterday. I am taking threes classes: British Victorian Literature, History of Christianity in Europe, and Literary Criticism. All are intense, high-workload classes that I hope to pass with good grades. It used to be that starting a new semester was fun for me; now only a sense of impending doom is felt. The anxiety of this semester is something new. I suppose I will take one day and one assignment at a time.

I think that my Victorian Lit class will be the most enjoyable. One of our assigned readings is "Jane Eyre," which I have read. I generally like literature from this period and the poetry is generally less symbolic than the poetry from other eras. Dr. Rogers loves his topic and seems to actually care about his students. The History of Christianity in Europe will be very intense. The teacher, Dr. Francis, has five assigned texts along with 18 internet readings. Weekly reading responses along with four tests, and five major papers will round out the class. I will probably learn a lot if it doesn't kill me. My literary criticism class will be very technical and semi-uninteresting although it will help me immensely in analyzing works of literature for my other classes.

For me, school is a battle that seems unending and unconquerable. I love knowledge and learning but hate the hoops that must be jumped through in order to obtain a piece of paper. That said, I will stay in school because I know that it will be the best thing for me in the end. That which does not kill me, makes me stronger. Let the race to win begin...