The Art of Raising My Hand

If you know me, you know that I'm really active in class. Now, this is something that has followed me from my school days. 

So, back in school, I thought this phenomenon of being the only one to raise my hand and offer to read aloud in class was because of my interests. I thought it was because I loved reading and because I knew I was going to study English Literature, so I had to read. (This is the reasoning of a 15 year old girl, by the way.) I thought that my classmates in college would be like me; jumping to answer questions and at the opportunity to read aloud in class. I thought they would have chosen to study literature because of their love for reading. (That was my reason for my choice.)

However, when I got to college, there were only a few people who took this course because they wanted to, and even fewer who actually regularly participate in class. I was thinking about this the other day and I kinda ended up rethinking my evaluative capabilities. 

But... in the end, I ended up with this... I don't participate in class just because I like the subject and course (I do), but it's also just who I am. It's because I genuinely like participating. Now, that might be a nerdy thing to say, but it's true. I can not - not participate in class.