so done

last monday was my qualifying exam for my master's - if all went well, i am done with school! for now anyway. maybe more accurately, i'm done with formalized schooling; i am already compiling a list of classes i want to take for fun, but those don't count. so. master's in english literature. interesting. true, the value of studying english is inherent in the experience itself; it is hard to justify it to someone outside the discipline, but from this seat, it's been a study in beauty and humanity. i'll always have this lens at my disposal, the one through which i will continue to be mesmerized by the beauty of language.

here, example! a quote from poisonwood bible:

"how the women working their field will stand up one after another, unwrap the pagne of bright cloth tied under their breasts, stretch it out wide before retying it. They resemble flocks of butterflies opening and closing their wings."

speaking of books (as usual!), i'm sitting here reading a book that is not for class! very nice. it's actually one that "dr suz" recommended, and i am loving it. it's not a masterpiece; it's not ulysses; it's not revolutionary or intricate. but it is one of the most honest pieces of literature i feel i've ever come across. there is so little self-consciousness in this text that i am awed. i know i'm pretty analytical, generally speaking. i very rarely am able to stop myself from acts of lengthy interpretation. and this book is indulging me in that...