How to Become a Writer by Lorrie Moore

Thinking back, I'm not sure why I never wrote a blog about How to Become a Writer. I find the story very free of stress and expectations. We go through life always wanting a plan of what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. It teaches you to think and be comfortable with your own decisions. It also shows you to open up your mind and not be afraid to try and discover new things

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken was a great poem in my opinion. It showed you should make decisions and the path that makes you the most comfortable. It would have been nice to read this many times in my life before making such life changing decisions. We have so many choices in this lifetime that we have to make and the most important thing is to keep yourself happy because in the end you're the one faced with the result.

Well everything is starting to wrap up in all classes. Sweeney told us we didn't have a final exam and that we just had to write an essay for our contribution. Sometimes I wish I wasn't afraid to speak up in class because I do have my own ideas I'm just too shy to say them. We also got our last writing assignment which we can either write about the novel we were supposed to read or something else. I'm glad we don't have to write about the novel because it was really long and I couldn't stay focused. This has probably been my favorite class this semester because Sweeney respects us and the class is easy if you just do your work. I keep thinking about taking bioglish because it sounds different, but I think one summer class is enough for me. I think that about wraps up this blog, so goodnight everyone!

Today's Class and Other Randoms

Today in class we had a speaker, Mark Harris. He is from Australia and I loved his accent! He talked about GESA and I thought it seemed like a good idea. He also talked a lot about Australia. I think I'd like to live there....I mean, their minimum wage is at least double what we make here. But with the good comes bad, and quite frankly 120 dollars for a pair of shoes just isn't worth it. I also read the Dog Poems and I really didn't get anything out of them other than it's a dog and it's free. I have a hard time analyzing poems until I'm around people who put in their input. Since dropping my math class I've found it easier to make time for blogs and reading the novel. I'm still finding it hard to read the novel along with the other readings we're assigned, reading my history book, and reading my sociology book...

Also, I've gotten over my "ready to be out of college" phase. Winter break gave me a taste of reality that I .thought I was ready for. Turns out I'm not even the slightest ready. I've just realized I need to take my time and not over stress myself. I'm thankful for this class though, because Sweeney is a very understanding professor and that helps.

Facing It

Here's another blog since I know I'm well behind. On Wednesday, we got in small groups to be assigned a poem and to discuss it. I was in group 5. We got a poem about the Vietnam War called Facing It. It was a depressing poem. We ended up deciding on that he had been wondering why it wasn't him that died. Why had he remained alive but the others died? That left him feeling guilty. I could never imagine the pain that they're going through.

Poetry

This week and last week we have been reading poetry. I never liked poetry much. I'm glad that we don't have to write poetry or write about it. I can't keep up with it and can't really understand it. I can differentiate between a sad and a happy poem, one about love, or one about hate, but I can't grasp what they're fully trying to say. I also really need to read that book that's due in a couple weeks....I guess I'll figure it out.

Can't Think of a Title So....

This essay we're writing now is much easier than the last. The last essay I was searching and searching for a way to link myself to a character. This one is just easier because I don't have to do some soul searching to write the paper. So, I have a draft and I'll just bring what I have to class on Friday and finish it up this weekend. I really need to start reading the novel. I'm scrambling for time to do everything I need to do. I sure know 5 classes won't be a choice for fall semester. Now that I think about it, I'm almost embarrassed by my last essay. It conveniently was assigned while I was at the peak of a stressful point and I feel like I just used it as a vent session.

Procrastination at it's Finest

So I'm sitting here about to write my paper (I know, procrastination at it's finest), and I can't think of anything to write about. I know this isn't a blog in response to reading, but we haven't really read anything this week. Wednesday I'm not sure what we did, I went to class and left before it started because of an emergency. There was no class Friday, instead there was optional conferences. I should have gone so maybe I wouldn't be having this problem right now but so much is going on in life it's hard to keep up. I'm re-reading stories just to see if there's the slightest similarity between me and one of the characters. Wish me luck, I'll be up all night.

I'm still trying to figure out which character to relate myself to. I'm not sure who will be seeing our narratives and most of these characters have pretty personal things going on, so it wouldn't really be anything I'd want someone to read about me. I still haven't read the story due by tomorrow. I started the novel and I just can't seem to get into it. Reading is not my friend in any class this semester. I felt sorry for the woman in The Hills Like White Elephants. I feel like she let the man control her life when it's not the decision she wanted to make. We've all been pressured by someone in one way or another to do something we don't want to do and it's a miserable feeling. I can't imagine how a man could pressure a woman into making such a huge decision so quick.

These stories in English are very different! I'm glad they're short though with all the other reading I have to do. The first story I'll admit, I didn't read. So I'm not sure what to say about it. The next story about the Indian guy I actually read and it got my attention which is definitely a good thing because reading usually doesn't. He seems like such a loner but I would be too if I was always looked at as a criminal and a drunk. I'm glad he didn't get back together with his crazy ex-girlfriend! The story we just read about the Chrysanthemums didn't really interest me. I can't figure out if it has something sexual to do with it or it's about being trapped or what. I haven't started reading the novel yet which is probably what I should be doing on this snowy, miserable Friday night...........so, bye!