Who Knew Poetry Was So Much Work?
Okay, I'm just here to give a little bit more of an update into my life at the moment. Right now I am experiencing my first Centre term. It is a brief three-week term snuggled between the fall and spring semesters. During this term students have only one class for three hours every day Monday through Friday. My class is Introduction to Poetry Writing. While I enjoy many aspects of it, I also tire of it rather quickly during our exceedingly lengthy sessions. I love it, but I find it difficult to love anything for three hours at a time. The workload isn't too terrible. I've peers in other classes with horrific amounts of homework, so I feel blessed to have such a moderate amount. However, at the moment the poems we are assigned to turn in for our classmates to read and criticize is becoming a bit of a hassle. All this writing makes me feel--quite literally--"literarily" drained. I'm tired of trying to make things sound perfect and still make sense. I'm tired of kickboxing a rough draft into looking like something a bit better than what a cat coughs up. Honestly, I don't feel like I'm creating anything substantial. I'm learning much about the process, but right now the only thing I have to show for it is my first poem. My first poem was pretty good. Right now we're on poem three for tomorrow, and I wrote two versions of it but can't decide which to turn in. They say the same things, but they have two different tones. Poetry is very confusing. I can't tell whether I'm good at it either. I suppose I'm just fair at it. Hell, it's three in the morning, so I don't really care for now.
Molly went on a field-trip today and won't be back until tomorrow. I'm desperately lonely, and I planned to do something with friends tonight but ended up having too much work to do what with the poem due tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll have a chance to hang with Lauren tomorrow afternoon. We can watch something or other on TV. Maybe the premiere of American Idol even though I don't really care for the show anymore. The first episode is fun just because they show all the bad singers. Bad singers would probably make my day.
Ah, I had better go to bed because I need my sleep. Tomorrow, I need to pick the poem to turn in and pray it doesn't suck as much as I fear it does. Oh, Lord. I have fun things to tell, too, but I'm slightly frantic right now. There will be time for fun things later.
Molly went on a field-trip today and won't be back until tomorrow. I'm desperately lonely, and I planned to do something with friends tonight but ended up having too much work to do what with the poem due tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll have a chance to hang with Lauren tomorrow afternoon. We can watch something or other on TV. Maybe the premiere of American Idol even though I don't really care for the show anymore. The first episode is fun just because they show all the bad singers. Bad singers would probably make my day.
Ah, I had better go to bed because I need my sleep. Tomorrow, I need to pick the poem to turn in and pray it doesn't suck as much as I fear it does. Oh, Lord. I have fun things to tell, too, but I'm slightly frantic right now. There will be time for fun things later.