Quote (bentherdonethat @ Aug 23 2011 06:17pm)
My mom got me one of those dinky telescopes right around the time Comet Hale-Bop was passing by. So I was 9 when I first started looking up into the sky with wonder. I've always enjoyed science and math classes far more than English and History, too, since it just seemed like science had cooler things to teach us.
English teaches you about your humanity. How people, even hundreds of years ago felt the same exact things you felt and were able to inscribe them in intellectual ways. Relating to the works of writers stories is a great feeling. When a story can relate to your current situations in life it gives you extra assurance about moving forward because you can see how they did.
Literature's a lovely thing.
One of my favorite short writings from the Harlem Renaissance:
Langston Hughes - Mother to son
An inspirational story to explain never qutting in life no matter how hard it is.
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor -- Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.