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That is how I currently feel... Like Homer.. And no, not the Greek, blind story-teller... Like Homer Simpson. I understand that those who have achieved receipt of their Masters or PhDs must utilize them, seeing that so much was spent on the education; however, their writing loses impact with me when it becomes verbose. How many times does one really need to say the same thing? Essays tend to lose impact, in my opinion, after great length. AARRGGHH!! Call me simple, go right ahead. Great literature, great readings, do not have to involve words that the general public does not utilize--at all. This is not to assume that the general public is stupid (hmmm, maybe sometimes), but that the necessity to use words outside of conversation with the general public is a means to segregate oneself from others--'oh look at me, I'm superior.' No, not at all. If people cannot communicate with most others, then what is the purpose of communicating? Or, maybe it is to exclude so the general public does not understand--maybe it is a means to hide information. Ah, yes, that's me, Janet, the eternal believer that everything is a conspiracy.

So what happens if I, Janet, actually earn my Masters? Well, if I start to write like one of those damned-able (not a word, I'm sure) people, please let me know. Just say 'Janet... Speak to me, not at me.' Say 'Janet, if you want to persuade the public, you must write for the public.' Or just say 'Janet, stop being such a fu##in' snob'--that works just fine.

Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe I'm ready for this damn semester to be over. Or maybe I'm just tired of literature that just doesn't say anything.

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