Hello again.
I wish this could be my thesis: Vergil, as the penultimate teacher, shows us that all teachers are homosexual failures and are going to hell.
While not writing a paper on Virgil in Dante's Inferno, I found myself reading the posts of people I haven't had much contact with in a long time.
It wasn't really intentional. Or sudden. It just happened. Time and distance faded the connections that had, at one time, been my everything. And I think I grew up a little bit. At least I hope I have. It would be a sad thought to think I haven't moved beyond where I was, and that the past two or three years have just been me turning around in circles.
So where am I now?
Physically, in Davis. Sitting in my dorm room, enjoying the smell and feel of pre-summer air coming through my window.
I've been journaling in my paper journal a lot recently. It's good for me, but sometimes it just turns into word vomit. There's a different sort of honesty in a journal you know other people might read. I guess, in trying to make something clear for the reader, I actually make it more clear to myself. And a little soul-baring now and again can be a healthy thing I think.
So I'm going to try this and see if it still feels right.
But, right now, I have to work on my paper and for some reason I don't think my professor will appreciate my Virgil is a damned homosexual failure argument.
While not writing a paper on Virgil in Dante's Inferno, I found myself reading the posts of people I haven't had much contact with in a long time.
It wasn't really intentional. Or sudden. It just happened. Time and distance faded the connections that had, at one time, been my everything. And I think I grew up a little bit. At least I hope I have. It would be a sad thought to think I haven't moved beyond where I was, and that the past two or three years have just been me turning around in circles.
So where am I now?
Physically, in Davis. Sitting in my dorm room, enjoying the smell and feel of pre-summer air coming through my window.
I've been journaling in my paper journal a lot recently. It's good for me, but sometimes it just turns into word vomit. There's a different sort of honesty in a journal you know other people might read. I guess, in trying to make something clear for the reader, I actually make it more clear to myself. And a little soul-baring now and again can be a healthy thing I think.
So I'm going to try this and see if it still feels right.
But, right now, I have to work on my paper and for some reason I don't think my professor will appreciate my Virgil is a damned homosexual failure argument.