"parting is such sweet sorrow"

Is that how the cliche goes?

As one day in rhetoric has taught me..

"I exaggerate."

So today someone made an offer on a novel from my first semester of English. Instead of being happy, I was a little bit saddened. Yeah this sounds lame, but I liked this book! And in my haste to get rid of it, I had set the price incredibly low. I'm attempting not to sound ridiculous but I think it's a little inevitable with this topic.

Who cares about their first novel that they read in college, even if it was a good one? I guess I have good memories attached to it. Attempting to be social, raising my hand a lot in class, my funny professor with an Indian accent who was so cute when she got excited about words like "plunge" because of the sound associated with the meaning. A bunch of freshmen stuck in extension, not exactly real Berkeley students. The African American vernacular, class, love, jealousy, voice, the horizon, the present, reliving, emotion, virtual death of Nanny and what she stood for, "Tea Cake", sweetness.

Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman.