After getting through the first two chapters of my assigned reading for my first class, I felt quite a bit like a squashed spider. I was walloped by collegiate exposition, drowned in the metaphors used by the authors, and challenged to think beyond the sacred “Three Act” style of fiction writing.
In short, I was a smooshed spider under the very book I was reading, half dead from information overload, but with one leg doing that morbid residual twitch.
Somehow, I’ll re-inflate and start to think like a scholar again.
AJMaguire 