So I'm sitting here in Lynch 106. This kid is on his cell phone talking rediculously loud. Whatever happened to manners?
There are clearly signs posted all over the place saying "no cell phones in computer labs." Obviously we're going to bring them into the labs, but at least put them on vibrate and if somebody calls, step outside the frigging door.
Or at least SPEAK SOFTLY.
*sigh*
So I definitely forgot we started school again today. I thought we had another whole week off (do you ever want to say "a whole nother week off? I was just going to type that!). I just felt like blogging. I have class in 25 minutes across the hall, so I'm passing the time effectively instead of polluting my lungs w/ a cig or sitting idly by. =)
I can't believe how fast this year has gone by. In a couple months I will be done with my first year of college. It's incredible...I just want to stop growing up! haha. It's funny a few years ago I was saying the exact opposite.
I got my new car Friday, after being without one for almost a month! Had to shift for my dad because his arm is in a cast, and my mother and I weren't speaking so I couldn't use her car. That's always a charm. The boyfriend really couldn't help because his '88 Camaro(that we so lovingly call Red Dragon) isn't in tip top shape. One snow flake and forget about taking that thing anywhere. Where's Xzibit? His ride needs a major overhaul. Hah.
Aw, it was 2 and a half years for us on Friday. C'mon, everybody make an "isn't that cute" noise.
*gasp* class time!
Blogs on in class readings:
Close Reading: "A Jury of Her Peers"
subjective take on the poetry in EL267
Random Humorous Wildcard:
Daddy
By: Sylvia Plath
This poem depressed me so much. To think that any girl could feel so much resentment and hatred towards her father is devastating. You can tell by reading downt hruogh the poem that at first, she suppressed her anger. Then, it seems to me, this poem was sort of like a childish outburst. Just the language Plath uses, i.e "gobbledy-goo", suggest the poem is a very juvenile tantrum of sorts. I'm not too sure what to make of this poem, is it to be taken seriously or not? The tone of the poem is ovbious, but I guess it confused me a little. The whole German, Nazi, Jew references seemed very unclear to me. Was Plath trying to say that she was a like a Jew and her father was like a Nazi? Is that how she felt or is that how things really were? Ack!
My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love
E.E. Cummings
There is an obvious cycle of emotions in this poem, they're changing with the seasons. It seems like this peom is a truibute to the strength of his father. It's a wonderful thing to be able to overcome the "dooms of love." We all know how hard a broken heart is to mend. I'm not exactly sure what happened to his father for him to be grieving so much, but I do know that if my (future) child wrote a poem like this about me, it would be flattered. There are some truly beautiful sentiments in this poem. The last two lines are my favorite:
because my father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all
The following poems can be found here, and in Fifty Years of American Poetry.
In the Old Age of the Soul
by: Ezra Pound
The speaker is a warrior expressing his desire to fight again even though the battles are no longer a common way of solving problems as they once were. I think tha last line is saying the warrior doesn't even have the strength anymore to fight even if there was a battle, but his desire to fight still lingers. The soul is still youthful but his body is too old and times have changed.
To Brooklyn Bridge
By: Hart Crane
I think Crane was trying to pay homage to the Brooklyn Bridge by saying even though the nation is becoming more industrialized, the industrialization process can still manufacture beautiful and grand things, such as the bridge. Anybody would be overwhelmed by the enormity and construction of the bridge. Man made objects can be just as beautiful as objects found in nature, and Crane incorporates the beauty of nature by mention things such as the seagulls as well as describing his love of the bridge's beauty that's man made.
The World Trade Center
By: David Lehman
This poem has a beautiful, simple message. I wasn't aware that many people complained about the Twin Towers when they were first constructed. I can imagine why, because there were much more visually pleasing pieces of architechture in the city, such as The Chrystler Builiding, which Lehman mentions in the poem. Even though many people disliked the towers when they were build, their destruction brought the nation together, it made is stronger. We were all united with a commong greif and disbelief that such a horrendous event had occured, and so many people suffered. The towers, which so many people though were an eye sore, are now the very thing uniting the city, the nation, and even the world whenever the World Trade Center is mentioned. Now the first thing people think of when the buildings are mentioned are not their....ugliness? but the disaster that impacted all of our lives forever. A simple message, but a strong one.