All-In-All

There have been ups and downs.  Pros and cons.  Fun times, and then less-than-fun times.  My doctrine has been questioned, my little world rattled.  I've been challenged to think.  Really...think.

I've trekked through the woods of a nature reserve, observed every scene of a three-hour play, and blogged twice a week, every week, for the past fifteen weeks or so.  And I have learned.

I've read stories about horses with wings, a man with wings, a Hindu woman in love with Christianity, and a mentally retarded American in love with Russia.  I've read more poems than I can recount: certainly more than I had read in all my life before this class (at least what has been deemed professionally poetic).

I've been challenged to appreciate nature more.  I've been challenged to love humanity more.  I've been challenged to throw my thoughts into the fire and see if they really do hold up.

Introduction to Literature has been my favorite class this semester.  It was taken seriously by the professor, and taken beyond the depths of a conventional class, as well.  To say my favorite is to say that it hasn't been a cakewalk, and that there were parts I didn't enjoy.  But that I learn and/or walk away better than when I walked into the classroom.  This isn't to reassure the ego of the professor or to massage a few more points into my grade.  If so, I would have stopped blogging when the last assignment was due.

All this is to say, though, not just that I learned.  It's that, all-in-all, I've changed.  And I dare say for the better.  Thank you, Professor Corrigan.  Thank you, classmates.  And thank you, God, for pardoning my ignorance long enough to catch somewhat of a greater glimpse of who you are.  Because I would venture to say, God, that literature is a thing you do.



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