The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
One class I’d really looked forward to all summer was Greek Literature with Dr. Smart. I had always been into Greek mythology and the classic Greek stories when I was growing up. I hadn’t really taken a serious literature class yet in my time at Bradford. This was going to be great, except that it wasn’t.
It wasn’t disappointing like Screenwriting was (We’ll get to that in a little while) but it was frustrating because I just wasn’t into it. I think that was the central problem of my entire college experience actually. I just wasn’t into learning. College was a social awakening for me and I did a little learning on the side. That’s the way I look at it now.
I was so stupid.
Dr. Smart had to be one of the best professors on campus and he was certainly the best literature professor. As hard as I tried though, I don’t think I got what the course was supposed to give me. The real problem is, I didn’t try very hard.