It's 11:25 here at SCU. What to say, except everything has been turned around. One small story about a fisherman and a carnival worker. And suddenly, all of my doubts, all of my fears, are far from my mind.
The chair of the creative writing department almost fell off of her chair when I told her I was a freshman. And now she is excited to, and I quote, "I have four years to do wonders with you!" AH! I mean, yes, kinda sketchy, but at the same time, I know what she meant and yes! Fantastic!
Yesterday, I was spewing sadness and emo feelings about how my major would get me NOWHERE unless I was freaking J.K. Rowling number two, but I think there should be something I can do. Maybe I should start a novel now, just to be sure.
But no, that small bit of praise from my prof. made it just that much easier to go in and declare my major.
I am now officially an English major at SCU.
And 'tis a beautiful thing.
'Tis a beautiful thing.
To quote the Rolling Stones in their ultimate genius:
"You can't always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes...
You get what you need."