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Hello, I have been gone for awhile. Like others, I am coming back.
This semester has been insane, but that is becoming the norm. It does not feel insane. Going to Business Services does not feel like my job. Throwing together newspaper articles at the last minute is not so stressful anymore. I am not nervous or self-conscious when I proofread papers in the Writing Center now. Classes are fine. Paul the Apostle is turning into a good one. Christian Life will be good when the newly established DOCTOR Nunes returns from his doctoral exams (32 hours of exams, to be precise). 20th Century Poetry was a class I was looking forward to, but only mildly enjoyed till tonight. Tonight was wonderful. I like T.S. Eliot a lot. Not many emotions, just meaning. I particularly enjoyed what he said about poetry, which is something I've never felt confident enough to delve into. However, I believe this quote applies to my entire life:
What happens is a continual surrender of himself [the poet] as he is at the moment to something which is more valuable. The progress of an artistis a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.
Or, "save yourself from recognition."
(scene points to the one who recognizes the allusion)
Or, "Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody."
(no scene points, Apostle Paul)
Tonight Abbey and I went to Sileo. I saw Kelsey and Leah there. I like those girls. Next Friday I go home on the train. This Saturday Josh Stanley comes for a visit. How nice. Oh, and I have to crank out four newspaper articles. Nobody wants to report news. They'd rather tout their opinions on the editorial page. I'd rather do that, too. But I will stick to the news.
This semester has been insane, but that is becoming the norm. It does not feel insane. Going to Business Services does not feel like my job. Throwing together newspaper articles at the last minute is not so stressful anymore. I am not nervous or self-conscious when I proofread papers in the Writing Center now. Classes are fine. Paul the Apostle is turning into a good one. Christian Life will be good when the newly established DOCTOR Nunes returns from his doctoral exams (32 hours of exams, to be precise). 20th Century Poetry was a class I was looking forward to, but only mildly enjoyed till tonight. Tonight was wonderful. I like T.S. Eliot a lot. Not many emotions, just meaning. I particularly enjoyed what he said about poetry, which is something I've never felt confident enough to delve into. However, I believe this quote applies to my entire life:
What happens is a continual surrender of himself [the poet] as he is at the moment to something which is more valuable. The progress of an artistis a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.
Or, "save yourself from recognition."
(scene points to the one who recognizes the allusion)
Or, "Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody."
(no scene points, Apostle Paul)
Tonight Abbey and I went to Sileo. I saw Kelsey and Leah there. I like those girls. Next Friday I go home on the train. This Saturday Josh Stanley comes for a visit. How nice. Oh, and I have to crank out four newspaper articles. Nobody wants to report news. They'd rather tout their opinions on the editorial page. I'd rather do that, too. But I will stick to the news.