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I feel as though I wrote my third essay on Hopkins today. I've probably referenced him in another essay though, so scratch that.
I feel as though I wrote my fourth essay on Hopkins today. John needed help organizing his essay. I got the task of helping him because I:
-am a student teacher;
-am taking more English classes than I know what to do with;
-think the Preface to the Lyrical Ballads is greater than sex;
-simply adore the Romantics and Romanticism in general; &
-know more about Hopkins than anyone in the GTA
Alright, so the last point was slightly exaggerated. Let's just say, no one had to bribe me to help him. John is an intelligent boy, he just has trouble getting his thoughts out in any logical fashion. If he had to write a poem, instead of an essay, he'd probably kill the assignment. Unfortunately, he had to write your standard grade eleven five paragraph essay. I had to do a lot of prompting, but I left half way through one of the paragraphs we were working on, and when I came back he had come up with an amazing interpretation of one of the poems. I was so impressed. He thanked me bunches for helping him write his rough draft...what? Suddenly I had a throw back to when I was writing the exact same paper (grade 11 Hopkins essay = start of my love affair with the Romantics). I def. did not have my rough draft done in time and I'm pretty sure I wrote the entire essay the day before it was due. Kudos to him!
That basically consumed my entire day. After dinner, Mum and I went grocery shopping. She was looking for aftershave or some such thing for a present for someone, so I busied myself by reading all the cologne and perfume names. Blue Sugar Man was my favourite. I wish I knew what it smelled like. I'm thinking blue cotton candy for some reason. Oh, I'd love a boy who smelled like cotton candy.
Then we went on a tour de drugstore to find advent calenders. In the mean time, it had begun to flurry outside. Oh my goodness! The second I stepped out of the building I started to giggle and do a mitten dance (two one-hand clapping with mittens on). Just thinking about it makes me smile.
Then I played with glitter glue. <3
-Xenos
I feel as though I wrote my fourth essay on Hopkins today. John needed help organizing his essay. I got the task of helping him because I:
-am a student teacher;
-am taking more English classes than I know what to do with;
-think the Preface to the Lyrical Ballads is greater than sex;
-simply adore the Romantics and Romanticism in general; &
-know more about Hopkins than anyone in the GTA
Alright, so the last point was slightly exaggerated. Let's just say, no one had to bribe me to help him. John is an intelligent boy, he just has trouble getting his thoughts out in any logical fashion. If he had to write a poem, instead of an essay, he'd probably kill the assignment. Unfortunately, he had to write your standard grade eleven five paragraph essay. I had to do a lot of prompting, but I left half way through one of the paragraphs we were working on, and when I came back he had come up with an amazing interpretation of one of the poems. I was so impressed. He thanked me bunches for helping him write his rough draft...what? Suddenly I had a throw back to when I was writing the exact same paper (grade 11 Hopkins essay = start of my love affair with the Romantics). I def. did not have my rough draft done in time and I'm pretty sure I wrote the entire essay the day before it was due. Kudos to him!
That basically consumed my entire day. After dinner, Mum and I went grocery shopping. She was looking for aftershave or some such thing for a present for someone, so I busied myself by reading all the cologne and perfume names. Blue Sugar Man was my favourite. I wish I knew what it smelled like. I'm thinking blue cotton candy for some reason. Oh, I'd love a boy who smelled like cotton candy.
Then we went on a tour de drugstore to find advent calenders. In the mean time, it had begun to flurry outside. Oh my goodness! The second I stepped out of the building I started to giggle and do a mitten dance (two one-hand clapping with mittens on). Just thinking about it makes me smile.
Then I played with glitter glue. <3
-Xenos