Today two things became strikingly apparent to me:
1. I am a Sociology student who’s attempts at English are increasingly pathetic.
2. Rudyard Kipling is too goddamn complex.
I need to stay away from english lit classes. Even if i understand the concepts of the course, my inability to pull them out of obscure fictional texts makes me feel like a complete idiot. And i’d like to think im NOT a complete idiot. Sadly my midterm will reflect otherwise.