Sunk In

These posts come in bunches eh? In the words, but not in the likeness, of John Lennon: “Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup…”

It’s starting to sink in. I’ve…graduated. I’m finished U of T. Maybe one day I’ll reflect on my university years in greater detail, but for now:

- Four years have passed, but I’ve aged 10.
- This school was ruthless.
- “The tree that doesn’t bend, breaks.” And with that, U of T has broken me.
- If I’ve learned anything about myself it’s this: no matter how long the essay is, how much research must be done, I can still finish it in one night. My record is 4000 words.
- Inspired writing is about lighting a fire and keeping it lit. Starting it up is the hardest bit but once it gets going, you have to keep at it before it burns out. Don’t let anything throw you out of your rhythm. I once spent the day without eating because I was so into what I was writing.
- Commuting sucks and so does the TTC. I’ve been downtown every day since 2004 and can honestly say that it’s not all it’s hyped up to be.
- I hate English majors. I really do. I know we’re supposed to bridge the gap between the text and our interpretation of it, but that bridge is paved in bullshit. Sentences that start with “I get the feeling that the author,” should result in the perp getting smacked with a newspaper. Really? You have a feeling? Well, I have evidence. Bitch. I don’t care about what you feel the author was trying to do, you can’t possible know this, nor should you try. Go with what you have! God I hate English majors.