History 4841

Last night ... or was it the night before ... (days tend to blend together whilst I'm studying it up and playing hard at school) ... I got an e-mail from my history professor.

Let me give you background on this history class before I share the e-mail's content.

I took a history class last semester--history 4840-- and fell in love with it. It was the ABSOLUTE hardest class I had ever taken up to that point, but that didn't matter. I was having a love affair with the class.

I had to read pages of pages of books a week, as well as watch 2 or 3 documentaries a week. I wrote 3 papers, and had 2 tremendously hard tests. Honestly, my every waking moment went into that class. But man, I learned so much.

When my professor decided to offer the second half of the class this semester, I was 100% on board. Even though he decided to up the workload to weed out the non-committed students. (As if this class were a walk in the park last semester?) I wasn't concerned. I just rearranged my schedule to be conducive to reading a hundred or so pages of books a week on top of the 3+ hours of documentaries. I also buckled down for the newly added "one paper is due a week."

Wow. It has only been 3 weeks and I am already ...  what's the word ... overwhelmed? ... In heaven? ... HAPPY?

Seriously. This class is the bomb. My ONE regret is that I am not spending time with my other classes.

I really do want to learn more about extra-terrestrials, Alien class! And computer class, I promise I will blog faithfully! I am just a little preoccupied with my new love. Woodrow Wilson. (Actually, of all the president's, he is probably one of my least favorite, but that's neither here nor there.)

Anyway, back on subject. The other day I received an e-mail from my professor asking if he could use my week one essay as an example on what an A paper looks like.

Wow.

Of course I said yes. And of course my mind was blown. ME?

WOW.

Then he uploaded my paper onto the class website with a list of why it was an A paper.

Wow again. I had no idea I did all those nice things he said in my paper. I had no idea I really gave the course content a lot of thought before sitting down to write it. (That's a lie, I really did. I just had no idea it showed.)

Needless to say, this little encounter definitely went to my head. I love writing, and I had amazing opportunities to work near talented writers and edit their stories this summer. But other than my mom and select high school teachers, I have never had such high praise of my written works.

:)

Whenever I think about it, I smile.

Speaking of smiling, I really need to blog about my amazing new friends.

Remind me about that, and I'll tell you all about it.

er...

If I can find the time! :)