I love English classes because they’re interesting, but also because they trigger interesting thinking that has almost nothing to do with what is being talked about in class. Often I wonder and think about how it feels like I’m the only person in the world capable of thinking. Isn’t it weird to think that people other than yourself are capable of thinking and also being actors in the play of your life, just like you are to them? It blows my mind. I was sitting in class today and thinking about how I want to reconcile all these battling personalities in my head, because I am a different person on paper and in life and on a computer. The computer and the paper people are more similar, but the loud, real-life person gets in their way, and they’re all so different, and each one of those people has a million characters for fiction projects rolling around in their heads. Is this a bipolar thing or a writer thing or a human thing? I don’t know, but I love English classes, and I’m so happy I’m changing my major. But I’m also so happy for choir, which I was starting to hate but which today was the second-best part of the day after English. And yesterday I elliptical’ed for forty-five minutes with my new favorite friend and when I came home I was completely happy about everything, even though really my life is falling spectacularly to pieces and I don’t know what I’m doing with it. Thank G-d for English and exercise. Oh, life.