Douglass, Frederick. Narrative of the life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave. New York: Modern Liberty, 2000.
• His Own Story: Geronimo, As Told to S.M. Barrett. New York: Penguin, 1968.
• Wong, Jade Snow. Fifth Chinese Daughter. Seattle: University of Washington Press, 1989.
• Moody, Anne. Coming of Age in Mississippi. New York: Laurel, 2000.
• Rodriguez, Richard. Hunger of Memory: The Education of Richard Rodriguez. New York: Bantam Rooks, 1982.
• Nasdijj. the blood runs like a river through my dreams. New York: Houghton Mifflin, 2000.
The above is the reading list for English 130:American Stories. Despite the intellectual train wreck that occured at Anth102 & MyComputer last semester, I am sucking it up and taking, yes, another onlline class. I really wish that my dear friend Kate would take these classes with me because she likes to rip on stupid people, just like me. Actually, I took Women's Lit from this professor last fall and it was an excellent class. I really enjoyed rereading some women's lit classics with my new perspective as married, mother-of-two. I haven't read any of the above, so this will be new territory for me. I always look forward to new territory.
I went running this morning. It was a great run, just over nine miles in 1 hour and 35 minutes. Not particularly speedy but a good, long, slow run where I left all my cares behind. I ran along Alameda creek and then took a little diversion down the Union City trail. I got creeped out when I ran under the eight-lane overpass for 880. It was huge, dark and smelly. I kept thinking aout what it would be like if I was under there when the big one hits. Then I started thinking about homeless people. I got even more creeped out and turned around and ran back to the big Alameda Creek trail as fast as I could. So, back along the Alameda Creek trail there was construction and I wasn't able to cross to the other side via an overpass. I ran down into the creek bed which was deep and sandy and then scrambled up the rocky other side. I don't think I was supposed to do that. Anyhow, all this before 9am got my day started nicely. Now I feel all limp-noodly and good.
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