English Shmenglish
I need a break! I'm sitting in the Library at exactly 12:34 am Wednesday night (well, actually it's Thursday morning) desparately trying to finish an English paper that's due tomorrow. I think I have officially mastered the art of procrastination. But anyway, my mind is in overload, so this is my break from Samuel Taylor Coleridge and how his biography is infiltrated into the poem "Frost at Midnight". Wow...just typing that gives me a headache!
So, since Mr. Coleridge's poem is somewhat of a reflection, I figure I will do a little reflecting myself. Two weeks ago, our 1st English paper of the year was due. I was really proud of myself because I finished it ahead of time and really put a lot of effort into it. Soon, our professor announced he was handing our 'graded' papers back. The whole class was a bit antsy. He called the students up one by one to get their papers. "Bobby....Suzzie.....Tommy (and no, these aren't real names!!).....Kendall....WAIT!! Oops, Kendall, I must have forgotten to grade yours." Errr....it was so frustrating. My paper was the only one he forgot to grade. Everything worked out in the end though because he had some free time to grade in the class. Soon, the professor came over and handed me my paper. All I noticed was the huge red mark right at the top of the first page. I'm ashamed to admit it, but....I spelled the FIRST word of my FIRST paper of my FIRST year in college WRONG. I thought to myself, "You have got to be kidding me! Way to go, Kendall, this makes a great impression! Thanks alot 'Spell-check'!" In the end though, my grade wasn't too bad. And Einstein couldn't spell either, right, so I figure I'm okay.
Regardless, I will not leave this library until I have checked every word in this paper for spelling errors. Back to work though. Tomorrow morning's coming fast...