Argh, American Lit!

Does it make me a bad person that I want nothing to do with American Literature? I'm sorry, I apologize to all who adore it out there, but I just don't. It's like, I love grammar, a lot, and I love ironing, which many of you might not... American Lit is my dish-washing, foot-fungus-scrubbing, fart-sniffing unloved red-headed stepchild.

But, alas, I have to write an essay for tomorrow. Have I started it? No. I promise, I'm a good student (most of the time), I just really don't like American Lit. Okay, okay, let me not generalize so much, I do like later than 16th century American Lit. However, there's only so many times I can read creation stories and Native American tales.

This may be me after tomorrow:

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