The Canterbury Tales

I remember reading Geoffrey Chaucer's "The Canterbury Tales" when I was younger, and wondered why such a motley crew would somehow want to (despite their differences) stick together and trudge through a long, weary journey.

It's been awhile since I've read the book, but I loved each character's tale, save the poem, which was fortunately cut off, none too soon I would say. But I have come to the conclusion that the reason why, is that they had a common goal. (In their case, the Canterbury Cathedral) Well, if that is so, maybe that's why we as human being's somehow put up with each other.

Quite often, I consider the people that bear having me around almost everyday. Even though we may not share the same lifestyles, morals, religions or even worldly ideals, we will bicker, scoff at our individual tales and illusions of grandeur, debate endlessly about science and faith, and at times, retreat sulking and licking our wounds. But we all have one objective, to find our place in this world, regardless of how short it is.

In my opinion, the world needs it's multitude of institutions, neighborhoods, coasts and cathedrals. For people everywhere tend to search out a like-minded individual, or someone close enough to accept you for who you are, regardless of differences or if not, they fear that the possibility might not even exist, and shun it, unwilling to disprove it. I get it, I worry too that if I find that person, he/her may not accept me. Or Horrors! I may not accept him/her/It.

Some say that is why religion is so popular, that someone so perfect (that it would be impossible to not accept that perfection) would accept us so thoroughly. But honestly, I'm intimidated, because I can strive all I want to be like this person, to gain that approval.. But I will never truly feel adequate, to a perfect being. But who knows, maybe in my path towards perfection, I will gain your acceptance by accepting you.

I have my beliefs and stories, as others will have theirs, and if we don't have something to share, what do we have really?

It's All In A Name

Dear Reader,

I am The College Misfit.

According to the Free Dictionary:

College
a body of colleagues or students; a collective body of a profession or religious order; a society of students or scholars. See also academy, institute.

Dictionary of Collective Nouns and Group Terms. Copyright 2008 The Gale Group, Inc. All rights reserved.

Misfit

n [ˈmɪsˌfɪt]

1. a person not suited in behaviour or attitude to a particular social environment

2. something that does not fit or fits badly

vb [ˌmɪsˈfɪt] -fits, -fitting, -fitted (intr)

to fail to fit or be fitted
Collins English Dictionary – Complete and Unabridged © HarperCollins Publishers 1991, 1994, 1998, 2000, 2003

In my humble opinion, names need mean something important.

Or course, this is not always true. Taking into consideration the case of a walrus, for instance. After all, a walrus is not exactly wal-ish, or r-ish, or us-ish. (Quite unlike the case of an f-ish.)And don't even get me started on Marmaduke.

Whine you over-sized dog.

So it's actually pretty surprising that I take pride in my name, which is a typical Asian triple mouthful of syllables. Besides my family name, I have two characters juxtaposed side by side. 婉 (wǎn) and 君 (jūn), the former being a symbol of feminine beauty and grace, and the latter, a rather contradictory sign of heroic gentleman. No surprise that I grew up the dirt-kneed tomboy of a girl that I was.

But the contradictory little brat who climbed trees with the boys, cried over an unfortunate grasshopper who lost to a shoe a second too late, and found solace in books and rough scraps alike, grew up. Now, she's left the nest (albeit clinging on to a few twigs) and is pursuing a double major in what might as well be a country within a country, Texas. Thus said, this youngin' felt obliged to take on the gimmick of The College Misfit.

(by =Little-Power)If you hadn't figured it out yet, the girl is me.

Anyways, I've taken a while in getting to this blog project of mine, but at least you readers can be assured, that I am well-versed in the oft sung song of procrastination. But being a college misfit as I so claim, I've actually gotten to the point of getting it done before I graduate.

So, wish me luck in my journaling, drop a comment every now and then, and read me.
Excitedly eager,

The College Misfit.
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