I have essentially no motivation to write about my own life ( Read more... )

I am feeling just a wee bit overwhelmed by my classes.

Classes start in half an hour.

My schedule (17 hrs):

Latin I (3)
Shakespeare I (3)
American Literature I (3)
Integrated Humanities I (3)
Intermediate French I (3)
Grammarian: Tutoring at the Writing Center (1)
Careers for English Majors (1)

I write this from the laptop that is sitting on the desk that is next to the active network jack that JBU graciously installed in the room that houses me.

I'm at school.

Though at various times during the last year I have felt the muse setting aflame the strings of my heart (I know that's a mixed metaphor, thank you very much), I have never quite been able to turn my musical motivation into an actual song. In fact, the last song that I wrote appeared last summer some time. Well, here are the lyrics to my most ( Read more... )

(The following is a parody of a number of things, most of which should be obvious. The one parodied element that readers may not notice is myself. Oh, I am still interested in responses to the short story I posted a few days ago. Thanks to those who have obliged me so far ( Read more... )

First, allow me to thank those who responded to my previous (incomplete) version of this story!  I have implemented their changes -- at least to the best of my knowledge; it is conceivable that I have missed a few spots -- and I have also completed the story.  Of course, I do not mean that I have absolutely finished the story.  I have brought the ( Read more... )

What follows is the story I promised or at least a part of it. Consider this the first half, though I really am not convinced that the story will not turn into something rather longer than the sketch I originally envisaged. I earnestly solicit your criticism, your response, your dislike or delight, your enjoyment or abhorrence. I have not ( Read more... )

All coordinating conjunctions aside, I hope to replace this absolutely insignificant post with a story, preferably a good one, or, at the least, a pleasant vignette. Soon, I hope. Never, perhaps. We shall see.

-David

Last night, I completed and submitted the final paper for American Studies, a class for which I received credit while in Mexico.  The requirements for this paper included substantial reflection on how the trip changed my opinions of Mexico, Mexicans, the United States, the citizens of that country (otherwise known as Americans, but Latin Americans ( Read more... )