With the brokeness...

dammit....stupid computer strikes again, and a whole bunch of stuff that i had written disappears without you all getting to read it. *sigh* well, it was boring and mundane stuff anyway. so where did i leave off....ok. so i finished my second expos paper last night. added more analysis like she wanted me to, so i had better pass this one. i practically added another page to my paper, so now it's six instead of five. this has been the first time that i've ever easily written a six page paper. i hate writing papers. they are, hands down, the bane of my existence. i mean, yeah, i write all the time. i've been keeping this blog pretty well updated, and i write poetry all the time. but writing papers is different. i'm forced to try and explain what i think some author is trying to say. we analyze literature to death these days. example: last semester inone of my honors classes, i had to write a paper about the "spiritual or quasi-spiritual" quest in the Great Gatsby. spiritual quest? isn't that the biggest load of crap in the world? did Fitzgerald ever tell us that his story was about a spiritual quest? if he did, then great. i just didn't see it. but i get the feeling that we're being forced to find things in a book that the author never intended to be found. why can't we just read the books and appreciate them for the great works of literature that they are? if we didn't focus on analysis so much, maybe the damn books would be more enjoyable to read. then again, this is coming from a girl who managed to graduate high school without reading a single book by Twain, Dickens, Steinbeck, or Hemingway. pretty cool, huh? and i'm turning out just fine, see? well, i must take a shower so i can go to expos and turn in yet another of my best papers i'v ever written. if she fails the next paper, i'm going to throw a fit. and then i'll get a writing tutor. catch y'all on the flip side, dearies.