Thursday, January 15, 2009


One of my assignments this semester is to create a personal writing portfolio, reflecting upon teaching English and the world of adolescence. Since we're moving in the next month, I have entered my very nostalgic phase and begun recalling the many, many people who left footprints in my life, and shaped my love for literature and writing. What a rich legacy I have.

But, right now, it also makes me sad when I turn around and see my bookshelf looking like this:

...though, in the mean time, these have become my companions:

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