And sometimes it looks like this:
But I love most that it looks like this:
I love English, literature, whatever you choose to call it, because it speaks truth about life. Most of the time the idea of teaching English Literature to my own students scares me to death. I don't know enough, my grammar is not good enough, I won't be able to answer their questions: all legitimate fears. But I love walking out of my literature classes and not being able to leave behind what we have talked about. I love that the things my professors talk about in class hurt me or amuse me or frustrate me because it lets me know that they mean something, and that they are real. I love that when I get back from a not-literature-related class that I am (sadly) so glad to leave behind, my escape is to grab a book and head outside. I love getting to study something that I am so deeply passionate about.
And I will not let grammar scare me away from that.