I did my assignment imagining Samuel Hamilton standing in the Salinas Valley as affable as an Irishman underneath the California sunshine. My rolling Bic Round Stic pen flowed effortlessly as I analyzed Biblical allusions and groaned underneath my breath everytime Cathy Ames waltzed in.
The hazy summer sun sank lower each day until finally I boarded Delta flight 444 to N.Y.C., clutching a half-read East of Eden in my sweaty …show more content…
My adventures with the Trask and Hamilton families were getting cut unreasonably short each day. With 25 chapters unflipped, I stood hanging onto the cold railing of our trolley at the San Francisco airport the weekend before school.
Early Sunday morning, jet-lagged and drained of energy but full of motivation to finish, I sat on my desk, as the racing silver secondhand spun in dizzy spirals. Tiredness pierced my pupils, as the long summer evening greedily ran away with my time. Midnight struck.
Neither the time nor my yawns mattered at that moment. My pride refused to leave space for comprised quality work to sweep into my words. If anything, my multi-page answers were brimmed with quality analysis as I considered Adam's adventure as bright-eyed as ever. I annotated until the last "Timshel" uttered by Trask, and timelined a plot filled with details that I believed helped define the characters and essentiate themes. At 4:32 a.m., I gingerly laid my Bic Round Stic pen down. I was proud of my work at that