To be honest with you, I don't really know what to blog about tonight. So I'm just going to wing it and see where it goes! Three weeks till thanksgiving break, and things are starting to wind down around campus and in the classroom. Its a little weird to me, because I'm from New York and the weather is still in the 80's. I'm used to having to wear a hat and gloves by now. I mean don't get me wrong, I love the warm weather; I just miss home too.

Right now it makes me think about the writers and authors we've read in class and where they called home. Home for most of us made us who we are today, and I'm sure the writers we've read were influenced to write by where they were from or how they were brought up. Like me for instance; I was brought up in a household where we loved baseball. My brother player, my two older sister played softball. It was all around. Now look at me, I play baseball here at Southeastern University.

Makes me think about the works we've read where, the story is a little gloomy or sad. Maybe that author wasn't brought up in the best of conditions and writing was the way he or she expressed her feelings.