Growing up, my absolute favorite subject in school was English. I adored reading, and learning grammar. It was satiating to have a subject which I excelled at; acing my spelling tests to the point where I needed to be provided more difficult words than my peers. High school exposed me to drugs, art, punk girls, and the local heavy metal scene. I took a dark turn, dropped out, and completed a one year film school program. Inevitably, I settled with an Associate's in Liberal Arts from the local community college.
With that said, I often wish I had pursued a higher education in English from a university. My belief that an English degree wouldn't provide enough career opportunities in my home state of Michigan to validate the cost had dissuaded me. I really didn't want to be a teacher.
Reading is still a daily ritual for me. Compelled by the classcis, I set time aside every night, despite my admitted struggle with more difficult texts. My library sells old paperbacks for fifty cents a pop, so I occasionally head down to fill my shelf of celebrated books which I feel the need to expose myself to. This is a cheap habit which satisfies my collecting bug, and keeps my mind sharper than it would be otherwise.
You can learn a lot from old books. The classics are classics for a reason. Their themes transcend time and space, providing an empathetic understanding of the human condition which no other medium can muster. By maintaining a healthy reading habit, I'm filling the void which I would've otherwise drowned myself in student debt to achieve. My friends find reading classic literature to be pretentious, but I fail to see where they're coming from. They critique my love of old foreign films for the same reason.
How about you, Era? Do you consider yourself well-read? How important do you think it is to be so? Any English majors here?
With that said, I often wish I had pursued a higher education in English from a university. My belief that an English degree wouldn't provide enough career opportunities in my home state of Michigan to validate the cost had dissuaded me. I really didn't want to be a teacher.
Reading is still a daily ritual for me. Compelled by the classcis, I set time aside every night, despite my admitted struggle with more difficult texts. My library sells old paperbacks for fifty cents a pop, so I occasionally head down to fill my shelf of celebrated books which I feel the need to expose myself to. This is a cheap habit which satisfies my collecting bug, and keeps my mind sharper than it would be otherwise.
You can learn a lot from old books. The classics are classics for a reason. Their themes transcend time and space, providing an empathetic understanding of the human condition which no other medium can muster. By maintaining a healthy reading habit, I'm filling the void which I would've otherwise drowned myself in student debt to achieve. My friends find reading classic literature to be pretentious, but I fail to see where they're coming from. They critique my love of old foreign films for the same reason.
How about you, Era? Do you consider yourself well-read? How important do you think it is to be so? Any English majors here?