Ok, we shared quite a few lit classes and I can honestly admit that some were less than fabulous. I got horribly tired of teachers who thought there was more there within the words than really was (let us remember that yes sometimes a cigar is just a fuggin cigar). I liked a few of the texts from class and kept a few of them, but let me tell you trying to convince a room of people that Moll Flanders was a horrible picture of a 'herrorine' and that I honestly felt like reaching into the book to bitch slap the whore... well let's say I wasn't recieved too warmly. Don't worry you will figure things out dear and you will put that degree to good use. I've got faith. Also... DUDE I loved Native Son.... but I still love ya despite all things.
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Date: 2005-04-12 04:37 am (UTC)