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    Advice I wish I received (or what they don’t teach in school)

    With my full-time return to school, I feel older and wiser than all my classmates (that’s probably because I am older and wiser). I bring about one third more life experience to the classroom–not to mention a BA in creative writing. I’m not afraid to speak my mind or do my homework because I know I can do so without thoroughly embarrassing myself (except when it comes to analyzing poetry). My wisdom really shines in Groupwork. I think because in Groupwork students are left entirely on their own with little teacher interaction. Since I am the oldest, I become the pseudo teacher of the group and often its leader.

    When unaccustomed students are thrust together for the first time there’s a brief, “getting to know you” phase with an exchange of information. How old are you? What kind of music do you like? What’s your major? Since I refuse to answer the first question and name bands they never heard of (is 1995 really that far in the past?), my academic history proves to be the most topical. The majority of classmates are impressed when I tell them I already have a BA and I’m currently a graduate student. Usually . . . . .

     

    An ode to confusion: why poetry isn’t for me

    I took a special education class in the spring and I reluctantly hafta admit that I learned something from it. I am in no way more adept in confronting or talking to handicap people–but I did learn to realize not everyone is created equally. Learning disabilities don’t mean you’re a vegetable. There are some people out there–sharp as a tack–that simply can’t learn something. I know. It seems obvious. But this is a concept that I missed somewhere in life.

    I know a lot of people say they can’t do math. I never understood it because math is so simple. Even though I majored in English, mathematics is the easiest concept for me to grasp because everything is so logical. I can visualize problems and numbers and figure out the answer because I am very comfortable with step-by-step processes.

    Until recently, I believed there wasn’t anything I couldn’t do in school. Math is easy. Writing is simply BS-ing. And why in the world would anyone hate to read? I never thought I couldn’t do anything because academically there was little I couldn’t do (except for spelling–but I’ll admit most of that deficiency is due to laziness on my part). The . . . . .