Semester Synopsis

So, I’m finishing up yet another semester (only one more to go before I graduate from GCSU), and, as usual, it was a rather uneventful semester in general. I took the standard array of business courses with an English elective tossed in to spice things up. The English elective (20th Century British Fiction) was a little more fun than my average course, but, then, classes like Operations Management and Accounting Information Systems don’t set very high standards.
 
I was sorta disappointed at just how, um, lacking my English peers were though. Seriously, I was taking a class with English majors and they still didn’t read half of the assigned materials, and still hardly participated in class discussions. I mean, I can understand laziness, but if you don’t want to read the material, then why the hell are you a bloody English major?! If you want to be lazy and barley get by at least do it in a major where it’ll actually give you monetary benefit. I always assumed the only reason to be an English major was that you actually enjoyed reading and analyzing books and such – I can’t imagine any other motive. I had also assumed that I wouldn’t come across as such a literary snob in a room full of English majors, but I still managed to. Still, I suspect that some of the students are a lot more intelligent than their attitudes suggest – they just don’t want to embarrassingly reveal that in front of their peers and risk irreparable social damage. Which I suppose is somewhat understandable, but I get somewhat frustrated when scenes like the following occur:
 
Me: “Well, in comparison to Byatt’s other work, I found this to be much more restrained. You’ll notice on page 307 she has her protagonist decide to ‘return to the narrative,’ which is a trademark Byatt setup . . .
 
Classmates: “I think they’re all really dead. Like in The Others.”
 
For my elective next semester, I’m taking Racquetball.