Notes in the margins

My lists have begun infiltrating my course work now that I no longer have car rides to clear my head in... Suddenly Banned in Ireland's Preface and Introduction make me think of things I love, while notes from my Lit. class remind me of works I've begun to hate.

I Love To...
1. highlight as I read
2. write notes in school books knowing either I will reread them years from now or someone else will wonder what I meant a la Nazi girl in Antha's copy of The Importance of Being Earnest
3. sit in crowded areas and lose myself in reading, then look up and realize I was just In It, that I actually like what I'm doing for school, that I'm finally fully engaged. Even if I am doing the reading a day late.
4. take off my coats after entering a building.

Works English Classes Have Made Me Hate
1. Waiting for Godot (I'm being forced to read two plays by Beckett this semester, we'll see if I like him better the second time around or if I still think it's mostly BS.)
2. Birches, Robert Frost (Thank you, Professor Henke. I hope this one is added prematurely and having to write in the meter doesn't kill Frost for me... again.)
3. Mark Twain, any and all writing.
4. Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

Now I go to scourge through this and my live journal for any kind of epiphany moments for my Writing 1 exercise. Yes, I would like to write a descriptive piece. Yes, I am oozing excitement out my ears. Yes, I do hope I finish this by the time The Office comes on, because Yes, I will stop writing to watch NBC's solid hour of Thursday night comedy.