It's All Relative

Ok so I decided to follow in the footsteps of my sister Jen and create my own blog. Its taken a while to get this thing up. For some reason my page wasn't working, but it is now. However, I just want to say that I have been blogging on another site for a few months, not very freguently, but blogging nonetheless. This site is way cooler though and is entirely centered around blogging so I converted. So, here we go.

Today I realized how much I hate English majors. I have always known I hated English majors, but today it just hit me as to how much. This is why:

Enlgish majors, well Utah State English majors, have the irritating tendency to show everyone how much they know....about ANYTHING literature-related. They will raise their hands and make the most irrelevant comments, throwing in some random fact about Plato or Shakespeare or Kaftka. For example today in my African and Caribbean Post-Colonial Literature class, we were discussing a play by Wole Soyinka called "The Trials of Brother Jero" (its really funny, read it, its not that long at all) Anyways, we were discussing the tone of the play and how it was a satire of Christian leaders. Out of nowhere this girl raises her hand and begins talking about the similarities between this play and Artistole's opinion of tragedy. Ok. First of all, why are you bringing this up? We just said this play was a satire....in no way is this play in the realm of tragedy. Secondly, no one cares that you know freaking Aristotles opinions of tragedy. My hell. They are all the same. I can seriously pick an English major out of a crowd....no joke. They have this vibe, this egotistical "smarter than thou" attitude that just drips off them. I can't stand it. Luckily this is my last English class of my college career and I couldn't be happier.