Shannanigan's Search for More...

You know, I was really excited to be taking a course on Charles Dickens that would require me to read a bunch of novels that I really wanted to read anyway. I bought the books ahead of time and found a nice prominent spot for them on a shelf above my bed in my dorm to remind me each night to read a little more of this required but happy reading.

Now, 5 weeks, 2 novels, 1 student paper submission, numerous job rearrangements, and 4 English Honor Society jump-start meetings later, I'm not in the mood. It doesn't help that we're just starting Pickwick Papers, which our professor admits is one of Dickens' rougher novels to get into in the beginning. I love the crazy idea behind the book...it's even given me ideas on how to write a book myself that combines the short stories I've written, but I'm just too busy this semester for all this. I'm even more scared about the fact that we're going to be expected to read The Outsider and The Sound and The Fury in American Lit. Again, I really want to read both, but I don't know how I'm going to slip those into my already overscheduled calendar.

Such is college life.

I should stop writing and start reading, I guess...