Spring Term

It was fun.

I'll forever be grateful(to myself) that I only signed up for 3 classes. Spanish had enough homework as it was. And I'll never be brilliant at Linguistics no matter how much I study. I just don't have the talent for it. It's interesting, yes, but I have problems memorizing the simplest things.

Like for instance, someone told me that the part of the sentence I was focused on was the preterit, and I had absolutely no idea what that was...

Poetry is sometimes good, and sometimes torture. I'm pretty good at writing threatening poems (in secret) about my teacher to distract myself though....

I still hate poems. I can say this truthfully without a twitch. I still despise Emily Dickinson, but I have been able to admit to myself that not only do I like two different death poems she wrote, I tend to favor her style of writing.

Which is interesting considering before I took this class I couldn't understand why someone would write such short lines that made no sense. But I seem to be waffling between Prosey poems, Dickinson style (with interesting punctuation and everything), and narrated poems.

All of which are interesting, and so different from one another that I wonder if I even have any sort of particular style.

Impulses

I’d like to stab your eyes out

—Just so you know—

For every “innocent” comment

You direct my way.

Especially when you repeat them

Two, five, ten times,

In that gentle manner,

Like you seriously believe

I’ll fall apart right before your eyes.

I’d give you “fall apart”,

If I wished to be convicted of manslaughter.

—But I don’t—

So I let you bumble along

In your delusions

And keep my impulses

To myself.

It was hilarious how everyone interpreted this poem. But not as interesting, I think, as the interpretation of my previous poem. But my teacher loved this, funnily enough, which is odd considering it's about him....I'm pretty good at reading it aloud. I practiced. I needed some humor, and straighforwardness, and venom to make it entertaining. It was lots of fun! Everyone was so surprised when I got up to read my two favorite poems at the end of class and I could recite this one without looking....

That's because I read it aloud on my way home everyday for a week to practice getting my cues down perfectly. The Professor was right about one thing: poems do sound much better if you practice reading them aloud first!

Got my grades back just this last Friday.

I think I did pretty well!

Linguistics: C+
Spanish: B(was it a plus? I can't remember.)
Poetry: A

Woohoo!

Go me :)

I had to sign up for Fall term already...That was fun, lemme tell ya! I registered for British Lit., some writing intensive class, and Spanish 201. I think that's all I'm signed up for. It better be. I'm not up for taking much more than 12 credits anymore, it's a surefire way to burn out, that's for sure.

Although I need to take some sort of art class, but the one I need is already full. If I decide it's absolutely neccessary by fall term, I'll sit in on the class and see if I can get in. If not? I'll not worry about it. I'm going to have to take an extra year here at WOU anyways, I have a bunch of misc. upper level credits to aquire, over 20 credits, and a bunch of required classes for my minor (which the school has somehow managed to erase from my records, a problem I need to rectify), which is Fine Arts.

Ah, who knows: I might take a vocal class just for kicks! Nah, I need to finish school sooner rather than later, so no fun classes for me! That reminds me, I should probably pick up an application or 5 for jobs around campus that hire non-workstudy students so that I have a job this upcoming Fall....

Wish me luck!

Regards from Purgatory,
Monica