This Class...
This is the last day of class. I was anxious about taking this class because I am a writing minor and get to select only a few upper division lit. classes. I figured that I would be better off taking a Shakespeare class or Brit lit. Something where the stories were for adults, that was more likely to help me with my writing. I wanted to write for adults anyway, so what would Children's Lit have to offer me? Boy am I eating my words. Children's lit has everything to teach me about my own writing. It is the basis for all stories. duh! Why didn't I figure that out. And yet I am glad that it has taken this long for that information to filter down to me. I can still see the cleverness in a signature but I no longer see the magic in the story. This doesn't mean I'll give up reading, I love it to much, but I do feel as though a piece of the mystery is gone. I have always admired what I believed to be originality and I wanted my own art to be original. But it won't be, because whether or not I want to be, I am influenced by others that have gone before me, as is an author by those before him or her . I'm not upset, I know more than I did before I started this class and that was the goal. I really have had a blast.
Dr. Sexson, All of my posts are on here but they are under the month headings off to the side rather than continuing down the full page. It starts with August. I hope this all makes sense, otherwise you can e-mail me any questions. Thanks for another creative and entertaining semester!
