Junior Year

This blog is my memoir of not only the past term in College Lit. but of all the english I have taken this past year. I must say that I have had very few teachers who have done what he has done for me. I, believe it or not, have not always been so excited about English and literature; in fact for awhile I thought it was the most worthless class ever and that being a mandatory part of the curriculum was no less than cruel and unusual punishment. But this all changed when the deadly duo of Brady and Kunkle.

I must say I had no idea what to expect when I walked into Brady's room for the first time ever, but after the first class I knew I had a future friend in him. He and I would always take to talking after class about words and grammar, I swear I probably learned more from those conversations than I did just sitting in class. Again I was no grammar wiz kid, much less any other part of writing or reading at that, but some how Mr. Brady help me to achieve my first English class "A" ever in my life. Not an "A-" a solid 95sh%. I, needless to say, was thrilled. This was the beginning of my junior year, and what a beginning it was.

The next two terms went by pretty uneventfully, unless of course you count the fifth consecutive swimming state championship. I went to my elective classes...and gym, I ate in the atrium with friends, and chilled out at the pool everyday after school. But this peace was soon to be blown away by the the guy with the thighs, in other words, Uncle Kunkle. I walked into college lit that first day and took my sear in the center of the back side of the room, I would call this seat home for the remainder of the term. If it is taken tomorrow by someone I may cry and through a fit. Anyway, back to the past. So in the class and here comes beard faced Kunkle jamin' into class. From that point on a few things would remain the same: my seat as I said before, Kunkle having music playing to set the mood for class, and all of the minds in the class room were going to be blown by absolute absurdity. I have never read so many mind bending and thought provoking novels, short stories, poems, etc in my life. Above all else I have found my favorite author to date, Kurt Vonnegut. After reading Slaughter House Five I was officially ready to take on the world; I don't know what it was, but something inside me was set in motion and the world made sense. I could talk about all of the other incredible things that have happened this past term, but the immoral censoring I would have to do to fit it into a readable blog post would be unjust. So in the worlds of an Atheist genius, "So it goes."