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.