"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Socially Awkward

~The difference between intelligence and education is this: intelligence will make you a good living.
~Charles F. Kettering

I am a socially awkward person. Every single day of my life I could point out at least one thing that I wish I'd reacted to differently, said differently, ignored, etc. I am not kidding. Which I guess would be okay for me when I understand that's the way I am. But for the people who don't know me... ya, sometimes it scares me what they must think.

Two paragraphs into my "weirdness" paper for British Literary History. Yuck. But I feel good getting it done. I am just so unsure about it because of me teacher. I worry about how she grades. But everyone is entitled to a crappy rough draft (thank you lit mag) and so I know I need to get something down to start with. I'm writing on Sir Francis Bacon's essay "On Truth"... I feel like I'm talking in circles but isn't that what an essay is? And it becomes more complicated when you're writing an essay on an essay :)

Among other things, I hate French. Hey, who knew?!!! Pretty sure I was the only one in my class who didn't take the oral exam. Haha, about that... really though, I was sick. But I don't think I'm giving a very good impression to my teacher. He seemed nice enough when he said we'd work something out, but I just know I suck at French and he knows it to... so I feel really out of place there. AND I have to meet with the French writing lab tomorrow to go over my one page paper on an embarassing moment.

I have to say I love my American lit class though. So interesting. And my teacher is probably my favorite at BYU so far. We're reading Thoreau and Emerson and Poe, and Hawthorne... I actually enjoy that homework! Haha, well, most nights.
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