It’s getting bad around here: I am really, seriously, 100% an English major. I’ve taken the plunge and committed myself to the cause, however noble it may or may not be. There’s no denying it now.
Know how I know?
Tonight, after my last class, I trekked out to my car in the relatively pleasant weather. (By “pleasant,” I mean “even though it was below freezing, there was no windchill so it was like taking a stroll through the streets of Rome on a nice July afternoon.”) I had finally rid myself of the two burdens I’d been carrying for so many weeks (papers which were due today), and I felt an enormous sense of relief and gratitude. I realised I should probably thank The Good Lord, who undoubtedly played a major role in my still being alive, as opposed to dead in my basement from an overdose on DDP, and so I sat down in my car, locked the doors, and uttered a quiet little prayer.
I thanked Him for all my blessings, like the support of my family {relatives by blood and by marriage}, and quietly asked for one other blessing:
“I’m so thankful for Reading Week, Heavenly Father; please bless that I can be productive and relax.”
But something sounded wrong. What was it? “Please bless that I can be productive and relax… Please bless that I can be productive and relax.” It took me a second, but I figured it out…
“Productive” is an adjective, but “relax” is a verb—my plea to the Lord was not structured in a parallel manner! Horrors! How would He ever understand what I was asking if I didn’t phrase it with clear, concise, and proper diction?
I started over, “Please bless me this week, that I might be both productive and relaxed. Also, forgive me for praying without parallel structure for 22 years. Amen.”
My English classes have seriously altered the lenses through which I view the world; I’ve got a brand new prescription. Heaven, help us all.
p.s. I talked to my professor about that exam. She didn’t demean me, which was good. She did listen to my arguments (also good). But, I only got an extra 1/2 point out of the deal, which means I received a 79% on the exam. Still not a B, but, like my sister says, it’s not going to matter in 10 years…
…It doesn’t even matter now. I’m over it. Thanks to everyone who encouraged me to visit with her. I am not kidding: I read and re-read all the comments on my previous post, and once more right before my appointment with the woman. It helped me feel more self-assured. {I need to improve on defending my beliefs; normally I’m pretty much chicken @#(*&#@.}
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