Oh, Lordy.

Oh me, oh my. I feel like I haven't blogged in years. I think it's been more like weeks, however. Either way, my life is hectic. No lie, I feel like I am constantly scrambling to keep up. But, at the same time, I love being this busy. At all times, I have thoughts and theories and ideas running through my head.Why, you ask? Well. My classes require a lot of... thought, I guess. My friends who are science majors seem to discount the difficulty of English, and Political Science. They, however, have the luxury of dealing in facts. Yes, they all work incredibly hard and have LOADS to learn. But at least when they learn something, they have learned it! They know it, they can just ramble it off if need be, and it doesn't change (at least for quite a while). Both English and PoliSci, however, are constantly shifting, changing, evolving into something different or bigger or stranger. I do not learn. I examine. I critique. I read and I write. Everything that I do is my own. My writing on the Tragedy of the Commons? No one has written it before. My ideas on the use of rhetoric in political theory? Inspired, but not taken from another. Your regurgitation of the cells of the human body and how they work? Been there, done that. So it is incredibly offensive when they act like they are so much better or well-educated or dedicated. Your calculus class has not inspired world leaders to devote part of their budget to under-educated children. Your writing does not lead rebellions. And your academic thoughts are not your own. Do not discount the power of the written word. Do not laugh at the idea that political theory games can predict YOUR behavior quite easily. Because it is just as important as your own work, and in many ways more difficult. If you do poorly in a class, it is because you did not study enough. If I do poorly, it is because I cannot wrap my head around the convoluted musings of Plato. If I receive a bad grade, it insults my talent. And THAT is why you should not dare to insult me, or my majors.