Secrets of a antiquarian college student.

I am getting this thing. College, I mean. My first huge hurdle was the parking, and I now have a plan and it is succeeding. Today, my class starts at 10:30. By then, there isn't a space left within 30 miles of school. So I park at the mall by Macy's and catch the shuttle. Now the problem with the shuttle is that it drops us in the middle of the campus, way far away from my building, and my sense of direction is pretty dismal. I had to very carefully pick my way through campus, marking trees and buildings, and pray that I would remember the way back and not flounder around like Hansel and Gretel. And tomorrow, I arrive early enough to get one of the five or six remaining spaces in a lot far, far away. Oh well, I need the exercise anyway. I wrote my first paper for Critical Thinking, and surprise, I thought critically of the narrative we read, a pithy little diabtribe by Mark Twain, called The Turning-Point of My Life. He states, in his inimitably pithy way, that man has no freewill, not a whit. All decisions in life are predicated on two things: Consequence and Termperament. Consequence is out of our control. Temperament is innate and immutable. Therefore, we are like watches; wind us up and we do what we do. I disagree. I am just about the only one in class that does, including the teacher. True, it is a compelling argument. But Twain's whole premise falls flat because he bases it solely on his own experience, which he then projects out onto the rest of humanity. I could write as compelling an argument for freewill, based on my experience. Funnily enough, when I stated this is class yesterday, teacher Joel countered with "what about his examples?" To which I replied "Adam and Eve? Give me a break! Mark didn't know Adam and Eve!" No dummy here. Well, if I am wrong, I am magnificently wrong. But it seems to me that the whole point of Critical Thinking is to think, critically. That means I don't have to buy every snake oil salesman's pitch. And I just don't buy this one, even when stated with eloquence and that biting Twain humor. Sure hope this is the right way to do it. If not, I just shot myself in the foot.