A Reflection of English 1102

Where to begin, where to begin; I suppose the beginning is as suitable a starting point as any, so here it goes. In the beginning of the semester, to be quite honest, I was a tad skeptical of what this class would be like and how it would play itself out. I previously attended Berry College, which is where I took my English 101 class (the equivalent of 1101 at Georgia Highlands) and can honestly say I thought I had lost it, "It" being the immense love of literature and the written word that I had developed so easily during my High School years.  I graduated from Woodland with every intention of becoming an English major with an education minor; a dream which was diminished single-handedly by one bearded, balding man with an understanding of literature as narrow as my pinky and an ego that could have spanned every square inch of Berry’s 36,000 acre campus.  He took everything I loved and enjoyed about literature and writing and turned it on its head, leaving an unsavory taste in my mouth for what might come. To my pleasant surprise, the first day of class felt like reuniting with an old, beloved friend. “It” had been restored. The structure of the class was so much like what I had experienced in high school that often times some of the readings were even the same, but that was exactly what I needed. A taste of the old, as well as the introduction of the new; a little something to say here is what you loved before, and this is why you loved it. This class has been a haven of sorts for me this semester amongst the midst of daunting math classes, multiple jobs, and the stresses of home. No matter what was happening that week, or what had gotten me down, all I had to do was think “I’ll have English tomorrow” and everything else seemed to be okay. It has been a wonderful journey, and I was blessed with a class who truly cares (or can at least fake it very well) and that has made it even more than I could have ever imagined it to be. And we cannot forget the teacher,  a teacher that has such an infectious passion that made even those who before wouldn’t have given literature a second glance, the confidence to voice their opinions and reactions on a daily basis. Every element of this class seemed to come together in a way so perfect in its imperfections, that my passion and adoration of literature has been once again restored. I am genuinely sad to see it come to an end.