Surprisingly enough, I actually enjoyed the writing of fiction more than the studying of it this time around. Normally I'm always on the side of analysis, but after reading "A Hand in the Grave" and trying to make connections between Kanafani's story and the cultural context of his piece, I wanted to bang my head against a doorframe. Wasn't that a poem we read?
My troubles came from the research for the paper I had to write. Finding critique of this story was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I'm also not entirely familiar with the history of the Palestinian conflicts, so I only was able to obtain a surface, quick bit of knowledge for the amount of time I had to do the essay. I'm sure there is a wealth of information out there that I was unable to look at.
The writing of fiction, on the other hand, was amazingly smooth (apart from my last paragraph which I began with 'For you see,' but Lucas corrected me there). Once we were given the structured topics, and sent on our 'Under what circumstance would...' the ideas started to fly. Especially when I read that 'dread the arrival of spring' was a choice. I dread it every year, thanks to allergies, so I was able to write from something I know.
Of course, reading the other pieces of fiction prior to the writing did alert me as to how to construct a narrative, how to build up suspense, and give that surprise little ending.
I guess it comes down to them both being valuable in the teaching of English. You can't really have high schoolers experience one without experiencing the other. It is important that they realize the effort put into writing, as well as being able to analyze others' works.

