I realize it's probably somewhat natural to have the jitters on the first day of a new semester. I also realize it is difficult to know what to expect after only one class.
But I'm thinking I may be in slightly over my head signing up for an Honors Literature class.
I come from a very humble background. My small school didn't exactly offer a first-class education. And the community college I attend now isn't exactly Harvard. Though I have always had above average grades, I wouldn't neccessarily classify myself as a "scholar".
And though I am a fan of literature and at one time, was an avid reader, I have a confession to make.
This is my very first literature class.
That's it. I'm dead.
I did have some literature in my high school English class, but anything I learned or read beyond that was purely recreational on my part. It's weird, but I used to read Shakespeare for fun.
However, today when my instructor asked the class what they were currently reading, the first book that popped into my head was Green Eggs and Ham. Beyond that, I got nothin'.
And I look around and these are all kids. So young and so bright and all I could do was sit and listen. If I dared say a word my cover as a True Literary Master would be blown. And they would all know I am nothing but a poser.
Poser. How's that for a shining example of my literary exptertise?
Dead. Dead, dead, dead. As a doornail.
These kids were using words I had to write down so I can look them up in the dictionary. I did. I swear.
And then the instructor gave us a "light" reading assignment for discussion on Thursday. About 40 pages of opinions and essays on the French Revolution. Tiny print.
"If, as I suspect, modern letters owe more than they are always willing to own to antient manners, so do other interests which we value full as much as they are worth." (Edmund Burke; Reflections on the Revolution in France)
Let's just say it's a far cry from Sam I Am.
And I haven't even had my Math class yet.
Yup. I'm dead.