Lately it has seemed that I have been catching myself coming and going; burning the candle on both ends as some may put it. I feel exhausted, yet I am keeping up with all of my schoolwork, so it is worth it right? Am I as crazy as I think I am? Last semester I thought college would be a breeze, that no one had a reason to complain; especially if they were causing most of the problems for themselves. I found that is not the case, though. I have put more of an emphasis on hitting the mark than on actually learning and that is the most distressing thing to me. I am watching my friends as they pull their hair out over the most trivial things that should not cause stress, and I feel myself as I grow more tired each day. It has definitely gotten better as of late since I am not spending late nights at the hospital.
Currently, I am taking the Lit 111 class at Illinois Central College as well as Mat 098, ENGL 111, and German 111. I have the same amount of classes as I did last semester but I vowed to do better this semester and keep up with my classes. That is the difference between the two semesters. Last semester I was finding my bearings, and now that I have found them this semester I cannot seem to catch a break. So, in order to not burn the candle at both ends, I will be coming out with a blog post every other week, equalling two blog posts a month. I am going to put as much quality as I can into them, even though I am uncertain of whether people truly read what I have to say or not.
In the future, my blog posts will talk about the books I am currently reading but not what I am writing. I have not written anything worthwhile lately. I want to do some "good writing" but I have not had the heart to do so, only because my brain has not been functioning as it should be. That does not deter me from attempting to do well in my classes. I am not floundering like I was last semester and am riding on As in all four of my classes, or at least three of them.
Recently, we have just started A Passage to India by E.M Forster. Between sparknotes and trying to read the actual book, I have started to gain an understanding of the book itself. It has taught me a thing or two about the attitude of the English people as a whole during their time of imperialism. As the title suggests, the setting of the book is in India. It centers on the character Aziz, Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and Mrs. Moore's son Ronny, of whom Miss Quested is engaged to. There are other supporting characters, but there are many and I cannot mention them all in this post.
Upon finishing the book I realized that it was the plot of the book and the message that was construed through the plot. After reading the last sentence, I put the book down and mouthed the word,"wow" because there was nothing else I could say.
I would be lying if I said that A Passage to India is a book that everyone should read, because not everyone is going to be able to grasp what the book is trying to say. I surely did not. It taught me about the interactions between different cultures and how they can affect the people within them. I found myself rooting for Mr. Fielding, I cheered on Aziz. I have always been a fan of those who are misunderstood, who are classified as the underdog. Put me down all you want for cheering on those who are considered less than human. That is who the story focuses on. The story focuses on the denizens of the subcontinent of India and the life that has been made miserable for them. The English come in, they claim that they are simply keeping the peace.
E.M. Forster seemed to want us to look at the English through the eyes of the Indian people. He succeeded in most ways.
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