How about a little story mmmkay? (Inspired by negative asking me about my academic intentions)
Once upon a time Perdita was a senior in high school. She did not have a great deal of ambition, but being friends with the slacker crowd tended to do that to you. It should be noted that Perdita was also part of the choir geeks crowd as well, so she did have some ambition. Also noteworthy is the fact that, well, she sort of liked school, but a great deal of it sucked balls most of the time. However in high school Perdita was very fond of anime, and really anything having to do with japanese culture (she can remember learning about origami and Japan and such in 3rd and 4th grade and wanting to know moremoremore as well, so it really wasn't anything new). Perdita thought majoring in japanese would be an excellent way to further her love of all things Nihon (Japan).
However, Perdita had a viscious, nasty, guidance counselor who told her she did not have the grades to attend schools which carried her major. Dejected, Perdita waited until the last minute to apply to the local community college, which accepts anyone, and most certainly accepted her.
A year later she was back at the college app drawing board, deciding to spend a year at an in-state university, to save money and build up her grades. Said university also offered Japanese and a number of other fairly interesting courses, including English, which she was quite fond of. One cc professor in particular even asked Perdita if she was majoring in English, which, while flattering, was not her ambition.
While attending said university, Perdita took various filler classes, english, women's studies, and in the spring semester of 04, an east asian culture and history class. Despite being a 100 level class it was quite tough, 2 days a week in a large lecture hall covering pre-history to modern times China, Japan and a little bit of Korea (turtle ships!). The third class each week was a smaller recitation wherein the "culture" part of the class was discussed, mostly literature ranging from the Dao De Jing to kabuki plays. One friday, the class discussed a Chinese revolution-era short story called "The Madman's Diary." Perdita and a partner were assigned this particular story to go over and discuss with the class. Needless to say, she dove right into it, analyzing and picking it apart to her heart's content.
This was the beginning of her epiphany. She would later realize that attending the University of Massachuesetts at Amherst and majoring in Japanese Language and Literature was no longer what she wanted, so she decided to stay at her local university and major in English. And later, after a particularly excellent women's studies class in the fall of 04, she decided to minor in women's studies as well.
Interestingly enough, this semester, she was invited to join the National Society of Collegiate Scholars, due to her stellar GPA, 3.78 last semester! Though thanks to being ill for an unknown amount of time, her grades will most certainly not make it up that high this semester. Showing the nasty bitch guidance counselor that yes, she is in fact S-M-R-T. I mean, S-M-A-R-T.
The End.
Once upon a time Perdita was a senior in high school. She did not have a great deal of ambition, but being friends with the slacker crowd tended to do that to you. It should be noted that Perdita was also part of the choir geeks crowd as well, so she did have some ambition. Also noteworthy is the fact that, well, she sort of liked school, but a great deal of it sucked balls most of the time. However in high school Perdita was very fond of anime, and really anything having to do with japanese culture (she can remember learning about origami and Japan and such in 3rd and 4th grade and wanting to know moremoremore as well, so it really wasn't anything new). Perdita thought majoring in japanese would be an excellent way to further her love of all things Nihon (Japan).
However, Perdita had a viscious, nasty, guidance counselor who told her she did not have the grades to attend schools which carried her major. Dejected, Perdita waited until the last minute to apply to the local community college, which accepts anyone, and most certainly accepted her.
A year later she was back at the college app drawing board, deciding to spend a year at an in-state university, to save money and build up her grades. Said university also offered Japanese and a number of other fairly interesting courses, including English, which she was quite fond of. One cc professor in particular even asked Perdita if she was majoring in English, which, while flattering, was not her ambition.
While attending said university, Perdita took various filler classes, english, women's studies, and in the spring semester of 04, an east asian culture and history class. Despite being a 100 level class it was quite tough, 2 days a week in a large lecture hall covering pre-history to modern times China, Japan and a little bit of Korea (turtle ships!). The third class each week was a smaller recitation wherein the "culture" part of the class was discussed, mostly literature ranging from the Dao De Jing to kabuki plays. One friday, the class discussed a Chinese revolution-era short story called "The Madman's Diary." Perdita and a partner were assigned this particular story to go over and discuss with the class. Needless to say, she dove right into it, analyzing and picking it apart to her heart's content.
This was the beginning of her epiphany. She would later realize that attending the University of Massachuesetts at Amherst and majoring in Japanese Language and Literature was no longer what she wanted, so she decided to stay at her local university and major in English. And later, after a particularly excellent women's studies class in the fall of 04, she decided to minor in women's studies as well.
Interestingly enough, this semester, she was invited to join the National Society of Collegiate Scholars, due to her stellar GPA, 3.78 last semester! Though thanks to being ill for an unknown amount of time, her grades will most certainly not make it up that high this semester. Showing the nasty bitch guidance counselor that yes, she is in fact S-M-R-T. I mean, S-M-A-R-T.
The End.
good story