This is very much how every morning of every day goes. And I am 2000000% okay with that. There is something about learning that is so incredibly interesting. We pack our brains with information on the daily. We can go read this on out own and get something out of it, so why are we paying thousands of dollars to get a piece of paper that says you have “fill in blank” degree in “fill in blank.” It’s amazing how many people do it and how many people don’t do it.
That’s why so many people look at a literature degree as a waste of time. Can’t we just go sit in a room and read? Can’t we continue to write and refine our skills ourselves. Yes. In the end that’s what we do anyways. Right?
Wrong. Literature degrees require so much more than that. We develop theories, we analyze texts, we argue, we go back on our word to develop things farther, we read for the fun of it, we retain knowledge. We use the ideals of psychology and history to analyze texts and refer back to what was going on in that time. We understand the psyche of an imaginative character that is very much alive. We have to understand that the author is a separate being and the death of the author is very much real. And a the same time the author is the one creating this narrative so is he separate. We have to look at a narrative that has been translated and see how that can change the whole entire way it is read. We read things through theories. Not just one, tons. We take something, devour it and throw it back up.
The only thing that is black and white about literature is the ink and paper. And even that is subject to change.