Continuations in the saga of my American Literature class

Although it happens to be my most difficult class, History of American Literature continues to be the most entertaining class I’m taking this semester.

So far, it’s forced me to actually read a lot of the classical literature that I’ve either skimmed or skipped from middle school onward. In the process I’m finding out how truly amazing some of these authors (and they’re lives) really are.

At the moment, I’m tasked with reading the whole of Huckleberry Fin by tomorrow (not going to happen). So far, however, the story is really entertaining. I know I’ve read it before, probably when I was only about ten, but I’m probably going to read my way through it again anyway since I’m going to be tested on it this time around.

It occurs to me that most of these authors had a lot more time to write than I do because people in the 1800’s didn’t have the myriad of distractions that I do at my disposal: the internet, video games, etc.

They did, however, have a candle or three, a pen, and a lot of paper to play with. I really would like to publish a story someday. I’m always working (or pretending to work) on at least two or three stories. Hopefully someday I’ll manage to finish one.