Today my mother, while hiking, absentmindedly asked how World War One started. Dan answered with the quickie "Archduke assassination" spiel, while I followed up with my long spiel about all the alliances made previous to 1914 which eventually caused....
Did you start skimming? I bet you did. Just like I wasn't surprised when I turned around mid-spiel to find that my mother, husband, and brother had wandered off to climb up a rock.
I was not alarmed by this, but I was alarmed when I realized I am forgetting many of my World War I facts. I remembered staying up with my Dad once, explaining to him all the intricate details of the treaties and alliances, those ready little catalysts which sparked the most depressing-to-study-as-a-history-major-wars-of-all-time.
Four months out of college and I do not remember these things. I don't think it is really my fault, since there is really no place for me to utilize the things I studied in college. (That is why I am going to be a teacher, so when I start to explain things, people don't go climbing off onto rocks, at least not until the bell rings.) I mean, what career exists where my now lost knowledge of iambic pentameter, or the fact that I once knew the dates of each and every French revolution would come in handy? I have once fantasized about starting some kind of hot line, where people could call and ask me, "So, about the sentence structure in As I Lay Dying, what is that about?" But I do not believe this will make as much as a public school teacher, which is saying something.
To end this series of thoughts, I will tell you the one fact I remember vividly from my years as an undergraduate student.
Once, in my "Common Medicines" class, (I didn't want to take a real science class) my professor admitted that as a teenager, he developed large zits on his eyelids. He could not close his eyes until he popped them.
Sometimes, I can't believe I am taking out loans to further my education.