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Ok the school breakdown is officially starting right now. I went to a professor for some help with ideas for a paper and mostly just left embarrassed and upset. I am sort of painfully self conscious about everything I say in front of her. Which is dumb, I know. Also she did not really help me think about anything differently, probably because I mostly just went in there and my brain fell apart as soon as I started talking. Because I am crying I am going to skip my last class and try and get it together.
In other news I have to write a jazz poem for my Langston Hughes class. I wanted Andrew to help me make a song to accompany my poem. I was feeling to shy to share my creative ideas with him though. He suggested I just get blazed and play drums and then read the poem over them. I think this call and response style would be perfect for a jazz poem.
In other news I have to write a jazz poem for my Langston Hughes class. I wanted Andrew to help me make a song to accompany my poem. I was feeling to shy to share my creative ideas with him though. He suggested I just get blazed and play drums and then read the poem over them. I think this call and response style would be perfect for a jazz poem.