Hey, what happened to all the blog posts in May? Exactly. What happened to May? Did it even exist?
Once upon a blog post, you might remember that I took the plunge and signed up for a little thing I like to call my degree in communications. I thought I was all hardcore about it and it would be easy, and then I packed my bags and started three weeks in residency. I equate the experience to living in a hostel, but with the added benefit of panic-inducing homework, instead of meeting australians in a bar.
Although, after everyone in my class go to know eachother - it kind of became like meeting australians in a bar.
I know, you're probably thinking I did alot of reading during school. And I did. Alot of textbooks. The least fascinating was the canadian guide to every single grammar issue you never knew existed. One girl used it as a door stop. Clever girl. The most interesting book I read was about communications theory. Sounds like a snore, I know. To illustrate the difference, this blog post probably breaks over a hundred rules in the grammar guide but last week I referenced three different communication theories in one coversation. And I gave myself 10 gold stars for that.
So, will I fulfill your dream of writing blog posts on communciation theory? Probably not. I might cleverly toss in a few new words I learned, or random academic terms like "assimilation" or "lattitude of acceptance." You don't have to worry about any textbook reviews at the moment, because my next one is History of Communications and I haven't even started it yet.
Instead, I will tell you about the book I am really reading called Let's Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson. And if that names sounds familiar, it's because she's The Bloggess. If it doesn't sound familiar, it's because you need to read The Bloggess. Right. Now.
Already the book is worth the price I paid, and I'm only seventy pages in. Her (mostly true) memoir is hilarious and already I feel I have a greater appreciation for people with strange childhoods. I just finished reading a chapter about her father who once turned a dead squirrel into a puppet for her. She wins for the weirdest childhood anyone has ever actually admitted out-loud.
So check out the book and read along with me. I'll write about it in eight months once I've read multiple textbooks in between. As for life lessons from university? I'll write about those another day.
[Thanks for reading!]