So I figured out why I have this wacky love for English.
I was reading my syllabus for my Freshmen Comp. class during my hour and half break in between classes (maybe the scheduling isn't so great...) and I was studying up my grammar stuff and the teacher had explained the rules and saying how complicated and frustrating they were when it hit me:
English and I are basically the same person.
We both can be very fickle, the aforementioned frustrating and complicated; We both change constantly to a point where people just leave us alone completely; There are always so many variables to consider and we are equally confusing to most people. Bottom line: English and I are both a little crazy.
It was a nice kind of revelation, sitting in the on-campus Starbucks (sorry, sisters) and listening to my iPod. Made me that much more excited to go to my Freshmen Comp class tomorrow now that I fully understand this inexplicable passion for the English Language and everything that goes along with it.
P.S. I have Spoon perpetually stuck in my head.
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