September 07, 2005

What Was I Thinking?

Reading and writing. Reading and writing. I go to sleep surrounded by literary tomes; I awaken before the rise of the sun to finish papers.

Why did I choose English as my major again?

Posted by Rae at September 7, 2005 06:51 AM

Um, it's because you Like the Language, right?


"You failed English? Bobby, you speak english."

Seriously, reading this site and the essay below, what else would you have done?

Posted by: Shawn at September 7, 2005 08:17 PM

Hey! Good reminder, Shawn. I do, in fact, like the language. I don't know what else I could do but write; it's all I have ever done.

Some women scrapbook, and when their children are grown, they plan on giving them volumes of pictures neatly trimmed with tiny ornaments and stickers. It does look lovely, but I plan to publish the writings I have stowed away for my daughters and give them a book instead.

And that last part: coming from you Mr. Published/Recorded, I'll take as a compliment of the highest order.

Posted by: Rae at September 7, 2005 09:49 PM

Beauty fades. Words are forever.

I think that's the mostest best gift to give your children. Pieces of your heart.

[And I'm obviously NOT an English major but I shoulda been. Heh.]


Posted by: Margi at September 7, 2005 10:50 PM

So very true, Margi, love.

Posted by: Rae at September 8, 2005 05:24 PM

Good question. You write to well to be an English major. Change your major.

Posted by: bigwhitehat at September 10, 2005 02:58 AM
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