Day 92
It’s great having two blogs! Here’s my second post for Rutgers!: -Ryan Feuer, 10/9/11
Hello again! It’s been a week since we last met—I hope yours went well! I’m sorry to report that nothing interesting happened to me…sometimes I wish something would happen to spice up my life—and my posts. Perhaps I can be the hero of an dorm fire, or overcome a rather large, weaponed theif? It’s tragic, yes, but it also makes for good writing. :)
On Monday, the instructor for my First Year Interest Group (Exploring English Literature) brought in a few English majors to talk to us about the field. It was a little bit overwhelming—all of them seemed brilliant and truly in love with the English language. As I’ve said before, I’m undecided; but English is on the top of my list. But, I’m not very worldly in my reading interests. Sorry all, but I’m no fan of Shakespeare—reading Hamlet was too much of a work-out. I’d much rather breeze though a novel. With that being said, I’m a fan of modern lit. But still, the picky-ness doesn’t end there. With such a close-mindedness regarding literature, should I even consider majoring in the subject? All of this was going through my head while the panel was speaking. But then, one of the speakers—Nadia was her name, I think—mentioned that Rutgers offers courses in creative nonfiction. It was like a lightbulb clicked inside my confused head!
Basically, creative nonfiction is a category of writing that deals with blogging, travel writing, journalism, etc. Imagine that…getting paid to blog! I’d much rather travel write, though. Send me around the world and I’ll gladly document my experiences! That’s the life! Maybe I can publish a book of my memoirs?
Before I start getting out of hand with my dreams, notice how vast Rutgers’ academic spectrum is! One can’t just major in English—there are several concentrations, each wholly unique. Your choices are infinite!
The rest of my week was, I think, normal. Stressing over Expos, preparing for exams, wondering what the beautiful Livingston Dining Commons will serve for dinner…sorry, but I have a horrible memory (which is not a good asset for an aspriing travel writer; I think I’m going to begin carrying around a little notepad to document the high and low points of my day. Just call me Harriet the Spy).
On Friday, I went home to celebrate Yom Kippur (my dad’s family is Jewish) and my grandma’s birthday (82, if you’re wondering). And that reminds me—another reason why Rutgers is great, at least for me, is because I’m only a forty minute drive away. If I was ever missing my seven month old bulldog (and my parents too, I guess…)—which I was this week especially—I can easily make it back home. But not all of the Scarlet Knights leave the Rut; there is a sizable population that stay behind and enjoy the thrill of the weekend. Just take a stroll down College Ave next Saturday night (but not alone) and head over to the Grease Trucks. If you’re lucky, you may get to catch a snippet or two of the preacher’s sermon. Dinner and show!
But on Friday I did neither. After class and work, I met up with my friend Emily (who’s also a Rutgers Blogger—check her out!) and headed over to the RSC for our first meeting. After roaming around the building for about twenty minutes (I can now probably navigate through it blindfolded), we finally found Lee. Luckily I emailed her and asked where she was, exactly. But even more luckly, the email ended with “sent from my iPad.” We quickly found her in the cafetria—if the iPad wasn’t enough of a giveaway, the pile of shirts to her right was. We discussed our objectives, our purpose, our reason for doing this, etc. Essentially, the Lovely Lee wants us to find our “voice.” The freedom to write (mostly) whatever you want is perhaps the main reason why I love blogging; I’m not restrained by a question, or an answer, or a purpose—I can just write to my heart’s content!
Presently, I’m back at school, sitting on my bed, being blinded by the intense light my laptop. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. This, I think, is how to blog. In the middle of the night, alone, without the distractions of all the bodies surrounding you—the perfect atmosophere to remember and reflect. Wait, did I just say bodies? That sounded especially creepy. I mean living bodies. Not dead ones. No no, that’s weird. And illegal.
On the note of implying that I’m a serial killer, I must bid you all goodnight. Ciao!
-Ryan Feuer, 10/9/11
