Here I Am Again

So I was hoping other people would be posting so there wouldn't be two posts by me one after another but....no one did. Anyway, I can't believe today is our last class! I also can't believe after next week I'll be half way done with college....what is going on. Frank, Candice, Jess, and any other seniors I can't begin to try to understand how YOU ALL must be feeling right now.

I've been working on my ars poetica...it's going fairly well; slowly, but it's still coming along nonetheless.  I've never put my thought into like reasons why I revise my work, or my own methods of writing, I just sort of do.  This is the first assignment I've ever had that forces me to write out WHY I am doing what I am doing, and like write out my thought process of what I am doing or what I do when I write. It's interesting and will probably take me a lot longer to finish this work than it usually will take me. I'm glad we read a variety of ars poeticas these past few weeks in class so that I have a better idea about what mine should look like, or at least what it should do.

I'm enjoying ending the class with a full class work shop this week. It's cool to see how people's poems and styles have writing have changed throughout this semester.  Some people have made more improvements than others, but I've enjoyed the first half of the class's work so far. I really liked Taylor's poem... Usually when people write about a topic like young college students drinking and using marijuana, people just find it funny and laugh and giggle because it's all that forbidden fruit crap. I think Taylor was trying to accomplish something different with this poem, and I got that! His metaphors and images were cool, he played with words a lot which I liked, and I think we gave him good feedback for him to make the poem even better and longer.

I liked Frank's poem too about the little boy visiting his sick grandfather after pretending he himself was sick and therefore couldn't go to school. It makes me wonder if his mom knew he was faking and so wanted to teach him a lesson and brought him to his grandfathers house, so that even if he didn't understand it then, he'd understand it later in life. I'm not sure if a child of the age of nine or ten would be able to embody that guilt or understand that lesson, but still, the poem was very powerful and I loved all the images!

So yeah, I think that's it, and I'm also pretty sure this is my last blog so...it's been great! Everyone have a great summer, and to the seniors, have a great senior week and graduation and good luck in life I guess!! Maybe our class should keep this blog going to keep in touch haha!