I’ve come to wonder how one English teacher can ask for so many essays. It’s taxing my brain heavily to write anything, let alone anything decent. If I can’t write the best that I’m capable of, I just can’t write at all. That’s how I work… If I can, I will; if I can’t, I won’t. Simple, right? After all, there’s only so much I can say about the melancholy Gothic literature of Frankenstein. How do I comment on the style when all Frankenstein does in the extract is drone on about mountains and the sublimity of nature? Maaaann… My brain hurts.