I'm an English major so it is obvious that I love words. It would be absolutely impossible for someone who didn't like them to handle everything that I have to deal with on a daily basis. But I suppose I never realized how deep this feeling really goes...that is, until I started taking a course on the history of the language.
When the professor explained that we would be required to complete assignments based on the origin and definition of random Old English vocabulary, I almost sighed from boredom. And when a friend of mine tried to convince me that the assignments were one of the best parts of the course, I just nodded in an attempt to avoid saying something rude. They both promised that logophiles would find the work interesting, but that fancy term couldn't apply to me right?
Well, "broil me in butter and call me a flounder" because somehow, the history of words like dress and pumpkin fascinate me. Greatly. All of the different forms, meanings, etymologies...writing the essays isn't most pleasurable way to spend my time, but doing the research and getting full credit makes it worth the effort.
But don't think that you'll ever catch me reading the dictionary in my spare time. I'm not enjoying my homework that much.
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