This is it, my final blog. I feel
that it’s only appropriate to use this one as a reflection on my year in An
American Studies. This course didn’t immediately click with me. I’m a pretty
structured person and so the lose form of this class sent me into a bit of a
shock. In fact, I’m pretty sure I didn’t speak the entire first quarter of the
year. What can I say, the class was huge and I was intimidated. I swear it
seemed like people would have their hands in the air before my teachers were
done asking the questions and I didn’t think I had much to contribute with how
smart everyone around me was.
Thankfully, I have come a long way
since them. To start, I am no longer mute in this class. Although I still can
be intimidated by the size and by the intelligence of my peers, I’m no longer
afraid to toss my hat into the ring. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong. Who cares? I even
screamed at the top of my lungs twelve times in front of my class the other day
for my role in The Kentucky Cycle without a second thought.
I have learned so much from this
class and I feel like it’s allowed me to look at the world more critically than
I ever would have before. So thank you Bolos and O’Connor for teaching me to let
my voice be heard and question the world around me.