The Definition of Boring

So considering we didn't do much class discussion this week about anything I felt like elaborating on, I'm having a total brain fart on what to write about. Therefore I have been staring at my computer screen for almost 20 minutes like it was about to perform magic and write a blog for me. Considering my time is slowly running out, I decided I'd better start rambling about something school related sooner rather late since I can't afford getting late credit on a blog. So here I am, about to write about something... Okay, how about outside reading? I'm almost done with my book and so far it's been pretty interesting. The book is The Trial by Franz Kafka. It's pretty cool because the original book was written in German, but has been translated into English. It's weird reading a book you know has been translated from it's original language because some words or phrases are a little mixed up or the general idea of a sentence is understandable, but in English we probably would have said something different. For the most part it's been a pretty easy read though which I am glad of. Originally I had picked up The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. It was almost 600 pages of torture and eventually had to put it down and pick something else. It literally bored me to tears multiple times and there was no way I was going to be able to finish it in time since I dreaded reading it every time I planned to. It was weird because I had read a book of hers for summer reading and I enjoyed it a lot. I researched some books on the list again and a few seemed interesting so I went to the library to see if they had them. The second book I checked out was called A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. The description of the book made it seem really good. The young man wasn't sure on what career he wanted to choose, but he eventually decided that joining the priesthood was what he wanted to do. He would later meet a girl and then decide that obviously priesthood was not the path for him and so on. The setting was in old Ireland and I was intrigued by that as well. The book had a lot of references to things only people living in Ireland at that time or even someone knowledgeable about Ireland would know. Because of this, certain words or phrases had a little number written next to it and had descriptions in the back of the book for each number. Since I didn't understand almost anything I was flipping back and forth every other word it seemed. It would almost take me like 6 minutes to read one page. At that rate I would have been reading that book till Christmas. The book I am reading now was my final attempt and I'm glad I switched to it!
On a side note, I think having to read all these books has shown me that I'm not really cut out to be a high school English teacher. Don't get me wrong, I love reading, but if books like the ones I picked up make me want to hit my head on my desk over and over again then it's clearly not something I'm that interested in. I had always known I wanted to be a high school teacher and I wasn't sure between English and Social Studies, but I'm pretty sure Social Studies is what I want to spend my time teaching. If you're reading this Mr. Mullins, don't take it personally at all whatsoever. At the end of the day, it's a good thing I figured this out now rather than in college when I'd have to switch majors, etc. So maybe I should thank you...maybe?

Literally how I felt reading the first two books.