First class

You enter your first English honours class with excitement and an expectant, girlish face in anticipation of the life-enriching, intelligent designs of the English language, its components and its criticisms. And then the professor insists you share why you're taking the course...

Because I want to know more.
Because I've been stuck in an insignificant world where status, money and success are everything.
Because I don't want to be an engineer.
Because I want to share my opinion on the world, on people, on life.
Because, when you read something, you read the person that wrote it.
Because, when you can read the person that wrote it, you can read the world.
Because when you can read the world, you can write about the world.
Because when you can write about the world, you know that you are real.
Because when you are real, you know that you're attempting to change the world.
Because even when your attempts to change the world fail, someone already read what you wrote.
Because when someone read what you wrote, they read you.
Because when someone read you, you know that you made an impact.
Because making an impact - that is what changes the world.