1 of 3. . . Not A Bad Monday

So we're asked to write three blogs a week and I have no clue what to write. I was never very big on writing, it was something I had to do as a student but never really enjoyed. I often needed a interesting subject to grab me and give me that "kick" to start a paper or article. It wasn't until I met professor Quinn, I guess he was that professor that people talk about. The one that makes a "huge impact" on your college life. He took me out of my element and forced me to do something I have not done in a while, think. The feeling of being in a class that challenged helped me to understand the purpose of college.

After Prof. Quinn' writing class I felt it was the first and last class I would enjoy at St. Francis, til that Wednesday in 21st century literature. There we were sitting in groups of two, getting ready to read parts from the play "The Mercy Seat". Thoughts ran through my head none of which good! I began to think, "why am I here?, I don't act!, what the hell is this, drama club?!" thoughts that quickly changed after the first group' performance. After each group we would have a class discussion  of who was right, the oh so goodie goodie Abby, or the heartless son of a bitch, Ben. Then it happened, I found my next big class. As the students began to point out their points of who was ultimately the better person, arguments began to break out. Always being a fan of debating I stop looking at my watch and began to pay attention waiting to get my chance to get my point across.

Now on this Monday night I'm here with my copy of Jarhead, which sadly, I just received today, ready for the next classroom debate.