Tonight was my first English 2010 class.
I love to write. (Obviously...you are reading my blog right now...)
But I had no idea what I was in for.
I'm not going to be writing so much, as arguing. Yup...arguing. Now, while my husband would immediately give me an A+ and walk away, I don't think that I'm going to get out that easy.
Right away, the professor made me think. He went around the class and had us all tell what we are passionate about and what we are currently reading. I have kids in my class who are artists, who are into historical art, who are well versed on autism or immigration.
How do I say, "I'm passionate about my kids getting their homework done, keeping up on the laundry and the last book I read was "Brainy Baby Animals", with my 21 month old."...? I. Felt. So. Stupid.
I think I know who I am and what interests me...till I get called out on it.
Then I realize that I am a wife and mother. That is who I am. I won't be ashamed of it. I won't apologize for it.
But...who else am I? Who am I as an individual? Who am I, as an adult woman? What makes me tick? What infuriates me? What am I passionate about, that doesn't involve someone else? What do I do, that is just for me and not the benefit of another person?
I'm excited to explore these questions in this class. My professor isn't content with "simple" answers. He wants us to learn to delve deeper and ask more and more questions. I'm looking forward to discovering the answers that I come up with...answers to the questions that I don't even know yet.