One class was fantastic, the other was… well, I’m just glad it’s over. I’m a Creative Writing major, so you can probably guess which is which.
I don’t lack for things to do, yet I have no desire to do any of them.
I don’t know whether to laugh or scream. Laugh? I guess? I mean, I know I shouldn’t take it seriously. Right? I shouldn’t. I mean, I’ve been stalking this idea of being a novelist for oh, twenty-five years, and I shouldn’t take a fortune cookie seriously.
Full-time enrollment at SNHU requires two courses per term, and after my initial term, I decided I’d be able to handle a pair at a time. With a major in English & Creative Writing, this literature class would be the first of many, and I was excited. Humanities, I wasn’t too sure about.
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