Hello All,

I'm writing this for a creative writing class and I'd like some feedback.

the story is at its rawest form right now. I haven't even done a spellcheck.

Please let me know what you think, No flames please.

I don't remember the last time I felt so empty. Sure I was sad and broken when my grandparents died. I mean, I cried and felt grief, but I don't remember feeling so lost. Perhaps it's because he had such a huge influence in my life, or maybe it was what he represents that I miss.

I remember the first time I met him. It was at an open house. I noticed him from across the room. Who wouldn't, especially when they're wearing a multicolored bow tie? Even then, before I even knew him, I felt how great he was. It was his overwhelming presence combined with his never ending knowledge. The moment I met him, I knew that I had to be taught by him.

Now I don't want to mislead you. I will never be the model student. Not to say I'm not intelligent, but I've always been a coaster, doing just enough to get by. I guess that's a pretty poor judge of my high school, since I was at the top of my class when I graduated. But this story isn't about high school. It's about college and my guide through the captivating world of Liberal Arts.

Quadrivium and Trivium?

artēs līberālēs?

Talk about a first lecture. It makes me wish that I'd taken Latin as an elective.

When I read the program description I didn't quite expect what I received:

The Liberal Arts program offers students the opportunity to learn about major aspects of Western Civilization in an integrated manner. The program avoids over-specialization and is designed to prepare academically-oriented students for almost all university programs. It is excellent preparation for university studies in law, communications, journalism, social studies, education and other liberal arts subjects. (Liberal Arts pamphlet, - College)

Studies in law, which was my real dream going into college. You might ask why. The simple answer is that I don't know why. The judicial system had always seemed so unfair to me. Perhaps that's why it appealed to me. I wanted to be superwoman with heals and a briefcase. I think my time in Liberal arts showed be how hard that would be. Just so you don't misunderstand me, I meant fixing the world; I discovered how improbable fixing any major injustice is.

The Classical Age was the focus of my first semester. I discovered so much in that first semester. It was then that I found out that all my life, till that point had been lived in a cave. No. Not a real cave. Its Plato's allegory; It tells us, that without the illumination that comes from studying philosophy, we are all stuck in the dark. In the dark was one place I didn't want to be. Lectures were fascinating and confusing all at the same time. No matter how much I read about Plato and his thoughts, I never really understood them. It took me years and lots of experience to really appreciate the 'power of knowledge' that Plato talked about. It is only fitting, since it is only through experience that we can gain truth Plato said.