Nah, don't be intimidated. Get caffenated, and prop up those feet. The beauty of English Lit is that as long as you do the reading, you're about 90% of the way in. It's just going to test a bit of your patience (I've got dents in my walls for a reason, y'know). And honestly, from what I've read of candid writing, and your ability to argue on the forums, I think you're a smart cookie; you've got everything you need to do more than just fine.
And speaking of your writing, I'm about 8 pages in, and totally enthralled. You've got such a poetic soul; it completely caught me off guard about how real the feeling is jumping off the page. For something written in third person, it reads with the intimacy of first person. A feat that's not all that easily accomplished. It's a candid first-person dissociative, and I feel privileged in a way to be given a chance to not only glimpse these inner thoughts, but fully experience the memories with you. I'm caught between impressed and intrigue at the moment. I'll have to take more time to digest the verses and poetry, though. Too tired to savor them at midnight.
