This hulking piece of nonsense was so stuffed with every single piece of everything that I could unearth in my 4 years (of which only 2 1/2 were actually spent conjoined to the major) to prove that I was brilliant! passionate! spirited! enlightening! encouraging! and caring! that it literally weighs as much as our two cats combined, though not nearly so snuggly as they are. "Hulking piece of nonsense"--what?? I think education is a "hulking piece of nonsense"???
But this relic did invite me to take a loving stroll down Nostalgia Lane for a few moments because it has a handful of original essays that I wrote in my dearly beloved core classes--i.e. my other major. And these originals have the handwriting of some of my favorite English-y minds that I have had the privilege of learning from or with.
I glanced through the essay where I learned that it's okay to use "I" and, subsequently, how to do it correctly.
I found one of my favorite essays that I ever wrote whereupon I realized what is undoubtedly some intentional (and seriously clever) Dickensian wordplay.
I read through a couple of my first bungling writing attempts alongside some that show a couple of years of work and dedication to writing better. That's some sweetness to see overt progress.
Those were a fantastic 4 years, which I'm not claiming because of wearing 10-years-later blinders. I knew they were fantastic when I was there. It was a sweet, sweet time. Here's to my professors (even you, Dr. Oy Vey): it was fun times. Thanks.