This class is killing me. It's like i'm not even here. I've given up on trying to read the material, and i like to pretend that we don't have any homework. This of course is not true as my grade insists on telling me. So i am bearing this as best i can This is my major after all, but man its hard to appreciate some of this stuff. I for one believe that old literature should be known and not read. I only need to know enough about Sir Gaiwan to understand an allusion to him. That statement will be the death of no less than three english professors.
And that's what i like about english: its power. Really the only thing i don't like about his class is that we read the material and he explains it to us. He wants a discussion, but his definition of discussion is him presenting his ideas while we supply him with facts when he asks for them. "When did Virginia Woolf write 'A Room of One's own?' Good. Let me tell you about it." It'd be easier to bear if i had a cookie. Wyatt brought them for us to eat during his presentation, and they are sitting forgotten at the front of the class.
Ending #1 What i like in an english assignment: Read this. Think about it. Analyze it. Take something to it and bring something away from it. Then tell me what you learned Tell me your ideas. His assignments: Learn about an author. Find the facts: his life, his death, his works. We can't disagree on that.
Ending #2 It's funny. He always looks and me strangely when i make a comment on the text. He doesn't like to call on me anymore.
Ending #3 I think I'm going to steal a box of cookies.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Georges Braque
i have really loved taking world of art this semester. i especially love the modern art we are dicussing and have discovered a new favorite artist. His name is Georges Braque and he is a cubist painter adnd a contemporary of Picasso. Here are some of his works:
My revelation
i wish that i got the concept of a blog when i had started blogging. It would have been amazing to have chronicled my semester this way. So i will start by chronicling today. It was the final performance of Spring Sing and after crying so much last night i was expecting today to be much more emotional. That's not at all what happened. In fact it was during the Accapella choir's segment that i had the revelation to create this blog.
i went in immediate auto-pilot. The idea for the perfect blog had been somehow dropped into my head and i was not about to let it out. i thought it out and let it encompass me. i don't even remeber performing two or three of the songs i was so engrossed in the idea. I came around just before we sang 'How can I Keep From Singing?' and i know this about to sound really stupid, but in my head i imagined that i was saying something like 'how can i keep from writing?' and suddenly the song made so much sense and i had this revelation and conformation that i was doing it right; that i was supposed to be an english major and if i really keep after it i will find everything i want out of it. It was such an incredible, warm feeling. Like everything i had done, right or wrong, had gotten me to be who i was in that moment and in that moment i was on my way to becoming exactly what i wanted to become and what God wanted me to become. What a pawerful experience. It was one i will not soon forget, and i hope that i can continue feeling that way about myself as i prgress through life.
i went in immediate auto-pilot. The idea for the perfect blog had been somehow dropped into my head and i was not about to let it out. i thought it out and let it encompass me. i don't even remeber performing two or three of the songs i was so engrossed in the idea. I came around just before we sang 'How can I Keep From Singing?' and i know this about to sound really stupid, but in my head i imagined that i was saying something like 'how can i keep from writing?' and suddenly the song made so much sense and i had this revelation and conformation that i was doing it right; that i was supposed to be an english major and if i really keep after it i will find everything i want out of it. It was such an incredible, warm feeling. Like everything i had done, right or wrong, had gotten me to be who i was in that moment and in that moment i was on my way to becoming exactly what i wanted to become and what God wanted me to become. What a pawerful experience. It was one i will not soon forget, and i hope that i can continue feeling that way about myself as i prgress through life.
Lets try this again
So ever since i started blogging ( funny that 'life from the sidelines' was the first blog i attempted) i have been looking for the perfect blog for me. How do i express myself successfully. i think i finally found it. 'a room of one's own' is going to combine elements of all of my other blogs. originally this blog was entitled 'life from the sidelines' where i decided to be ridiculously funny (hence the first two posts) but now i want to try another approach where i really be very true to me posting pictures or videos i love and showing the world through my eyes.
One inspiriation for this blog came from the post things that happen from my blog Chad's everyday. i love finding meaning in everyday life so that will be a big part of this blog. Also there will be a lot of reminiscing and self-discovery. And I will put many of my short stories and writing ideas here. If my inspiration and vision of this blog become reality, this will be the blog to follow. Well i guess its up to you reader, read on and let me know.
One inspiriation for this blog came from the post things that happen from my blog Chad's everyday. i love finding meaning in everyday life so that will be a big part of this blog. Also there will be a lot of reminiscing and self-discovery. And I will put many of my short stories and writing ideas here. If my inspiration and vision of this blog become reality, this will be the blog to follow. Well i guess its up to you reader, read on and let me know.
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