By Sarah Kirby
The Norman Transcript, Okla.
When I enrolled at Cameron University, I had no aspirations of becoming an entrepreneur or studying the stock market.
As much as I wanted to please all the teachers I met as a wide-eyed freshman at a college preview event, I did not take a brochure from the “Business majors” table.
It happened 10 years ago and I still remember shaking my head and saying “I am NOT businesswoman material” to the gentleman whose name escapes me now. It’s a very distinct memory that I have.
But that was that. I hastened around the corner and struck up a conversation with Dr. Margery Kingsley, who was then the chair of the English and Foreign Language society, and who would teach several of my classes.
There were monthly poetry readings, she said. You could be a part of the Shakespeare Society, she said.
I was in. I declared English as my chosen field of study.
During my senior year, I signed up for a class called Literary Theory, which focused on the different ways we view language and how language has affected cultures across the world, including our own. My classmates and I were required to read essays from a ponderous textbook that cost more than $100 (used). That’s a Norton Anthology for you.
Most of my friends and fellow English majors loathed this class and were not certain we were learning anything we would value later in our lives. Each assignment was challenging in complexity and required a great deal of critical thought.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t love the class. It was like reading the story of how our stories came into fruition — how the most rudimentary manuscripts came to be and how the gatekeepers of the written word protected their longevity.