Friday, March 13, 2009

Update: Stress reenters my life

I start IPT on Sunday. 

I hope its not awkward. 

In other news I had two midterms yesterday. One of them was a typed comparative analysis of two issues of one literary magazine published ten years apart. I did the Dec. 1998 issue of Poetry vs. the Dec. 2008 issue of Poetry. I got up super early (i.e. 8am) yesterday and barely got it done before I had to begin researching useful quotes for my other midterm in Modern Poetry. After spend and hour and a half looking up that shit I get to class early  and find out that if we want to use the actual poem we are discussing that we had to have included that in our page of quotes. My reaction: Shit. I thought we were going to be able to have the poem in front of us. So I ended up writing out the lines I needed and severely editing the quotes I got online. Hopefully she doesn't mind that my page of quotes is handwritten and the Works Cited is typed and includes a citation for a quote that is not actually on my paper. Whatevs. I just hope I made sense in my essay.

Poetry workshop was interesting since I had my poem "Stained" being discussed. Pretty much everyone liked it. There was some indecisiveness over the use of the epigraph, but I like it so i think I'm just going to shorten it a bit. As for the general meaning/message of the poem most people understood it vaguely, but I was really surprised when this one girl was like "I don't think you need to add any more explanation to the poem. I thought it was very clear. The first stanza is about [this] and the second stanza is about [this]. It made perfect sense to me with your word usage and everything. I thought you did a great job showing it." Man, she fucking nailed it. I was surprised, mostly because I kinda thought she was an airhead. Now I feel bad. 

I also realized that this other guy in my class is workshopping poems that I have already read. Because he used them in the last workshop class I had with him. Cheater. 

Ugh, well now I have to write a 10 minute play (or at least I think I still do) as a midterm for my adolescent lit class. So not looking forward to this. Drama is my least favorite part of creative writing. 

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