"Now I shall tell of things that change, new being
Out of old: since you, O Gods, created
Mutable arts and gifts, give me the voice
To tell the shifting story of the world
From its beginning to the present hour."
~Ovid's The Metamorphoses
Now I shall tell you my own story; a story that also tells of things that change. "What are these changing things?" you might ask. The answer to that question is yet uncertain. It may be that the only thing this class changes for me is the amount of credits I've taken here at MSU and possibly my GPA. It may be that this class changes my currently limited knowledge on myths and stories. It may be that this class changes how I see the world today and my arguments for why I as (hopefully) a future English teacher deserve a job even when we live in a society that pushes us to strive for math, science, and engineering based jobs.
One thing has changed already: I have a blog. So here on my borrowed netbook (my poor beloved laptop died over break, but that’s another story) I can share with you my thoughts and ramblings as I read the Ovid’s The Metamorphoses. I apologize in advance for my spelling; for an English major that is one of my downfalls. Other than that I hope you don’t find me too boring.
~Carol
No comments:
Post a Comment