Here's what happened today: two men set up the window AC unit in my apartment, and I ate a really good hamburger. With feta.
Here's what's happened every other day: this summer will be divided into pre-AC and post-AC. I'm predicting post-AC will be like unto the garden of Eden, only with clothes. Pre-AC was dreadful, painful, and sweaty. And IL hasn't really experienced summer yet. But there were nights when I had my (small) fan aimed directly at me, while I slept on ice packs. Ice packs, people. They're not feather pillows, that's for sure.
In other, non-AC news, the spring quarter is ending. On Tuesday I presented my completed essay on books. I'm working to compress the Quicktime file so that I can post it here and you can all finally find out the one sentence in Gatsby that puts me in my happy place. (It's a rather small happy place.) I got some good feedback on my essaying. Perhaps my favorite moment was when my prof told me he didn't expect "a poet to come screaming out of nowhere." I kind of like to think of my writing as screaming out of nowhere.
I have one final school-related task in front of me. Or at least one immediate school-related task. I need to pull together my portfolio for workshop. Roberson (or EdR, as he signs his emails) gives the best assignment for the last poem we workshop in class: write the poem you haven't written yet. Meaning, look at the poems you have written, and see what's missing. This was more obvious for me because I'm currently working on a project, and I can see the holes. For Tuesday, I wrote a poem titled "Song." I know there are at least five or six other poems that need to be written to round this project out. Maybe more. But they're there. The next one will be called "Essay."
I'm sorry I haven't been posting. I've been thinking about posting, but I'm discovering that Kim was right when she asked me why I blogged, if it took up writing energy. It does, when you're actually writing--when it's more than a hobby. It hurts to blog sometimes, as if you're letting go of words you might need later on.
But that's not right. Maybe it was when I was thinking so much about essay, but the blog is good for me. It's good for me to connect with people.
Hello, people.
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9 comments:
I love it when you blog because it gives me a tiny peek of what is going on in that brilliant mind of yours and it puts a big old smile on my face cause I can say "That's my daughter."
Blogging is nice because you can say whatever however you like. Academic writing has a mountain of rules.
I think rules create the stress, not the writing.
Ditto me and blogging.
Helloooooo . . . . Sarah!
HELL O. Hahahahahaha.... It's nice to hear from you again. Oh, maybe I should too now. Love you. :)
What good does it do mom to have a weird profile name if she has her picture posted?
Hello!
I dunno who u are, sorry it was just a random read, but I liked wut you said. :)
Also, I liked you bit about pre- and post- AC. ^_^
hello there.. i kinda like your writing.. it has something that i cudn't quite describe but it made me smile for sure. :) pleasure
I hit `next blog' from my blog and came across yours, here. Maybe it was meant to be.. coz you made me smile and remember and think.. you are very gifted you know..
I wish I could write like you.. You should totally write a book.. :)
Adding you to my blogroll and looking forward to your writing.. keep writing!!
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