Today is one of those days that I want to completely reject the English major and refuse to ever read another book again.
I spent three to four hours today reading for my critical theory class, and I have no idea what I read. In class my professor went over the reading and it felt like he was summarizing something completely foreign. That's what it meant? Derrida, anyone? Structure, Sign and Play? The reading ended up being about how every philosophical system claims to have a center, origin or "presence," as Derrida puts it, that claims to be truth; therefore, everything springing from that origin within the structure is also truth. However, Derrida argues that if each separate system claims to have this origin then how can they all be true? Ultimately, Derrida argues that none of the origins can be true.
I feel like I do so much reading every day, and I either don't have the time to glean something from it (or don't have the desire in the case of my rhetoric course), or don't find anything worthwhile in the reading.
What value is this masters program?