As some of you know, I’m back in school going for a teaching degree. I’m currently enrolled in a Literature class and have to read several of the classics during this class. The first book I read was Dr. Faustus by Christopher Marlowe. Marlow must have been smoking crack while writing the book. It was weird, hard to read, and well I just didn’t like it at all. Thank God for a good synopsis I found on the internet to help me understand what was going on.

I started reading The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde a couple of days ago and surprisingly I LOVE IT. It’s a three act play and I read the first act the first night and the entire second act last night. I’ll probably finish it up tonight. I’m pleasantly surprised to find myself enjoying an old English play as much as I am when I typically read books that I really don’t have to put much thought into.

Other books that I’ll have to read are Emma, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and something with “Asher Lev” in the title…among other short stories and poetry and stuff. I’m excited to read Emma (which I’ve always wanted to read) and Huck Finn, which I think I may have read in school at some point, but I can’t remember.

So after I finish The Importance of Being Earnest I have to read a short story and then write a 3-5 page paper…which I’m so NOT excited about. I despise writing papers. I feel like the world’s worst writer at times, though I really don’t think I’m *that* bad. I think I just have a hard time coming up with ideas to write about and then figuring out how to get all my ideas down on paper. Ugh…

Anyway, I’m just glad that I’m actually enjoying a book that’s required reading…for once.