12 September 2006

Holy Fuck

So I have this Lit class- American Renaissance Literature, and the assignment this week was to read three Emerson essays, including "The Trancendentalist" and then write a one page paper on what we think transcendentalism means and only using that as a source.

I just finished reading it, and it took me almost 2 hours with only a few breaks here and there.

And I don't have a clue what it means.

I still have 5 more pages of "Self-Reliance" to read.

Don't know what any of that means either.

And then I still have to read "The American Scholar."

All by tomorrow night's class.

And then once that's all done, I'll have to immediately start on my three Hawthorne stories. And also start "The Scarlet Letter."

So you can see why it's becoming very difficult for me to write my stories. I add some sentences here and there when I can to my current story, but it's tough now.

And this is only one class!

Then, not to mention my allergies are killing me and my head and nose are all stuffed up and I feel lousy!

This bites.

I don't think I'm going to like this class.


2 comments:

George said...

Hang in there Avah ... you can do it. Going bacck to my parents days ... if it was easy you wouldn't appreciate it as much.
You're right, I thought it was bullshit then too.

Anonymous said...

Emerson is worth it. He's much clearer writer than you think.

Plus, the transcendentalists kick ass, it's always good to know about the home-grown philosophers. Fuck Foucault!