By The Way...
In reference to the post about the writing workshop class final: I received my last paper in the mail and my professor informed me of my final test score. I got a C.
I hate poetry.
Now I really am going to soak in a tub until Christmas. Grrrrumph.
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2 comments:
Sorry about the exam. I have come to love poetry, but only some of it, and it's been a long road getting there. And even that love was nearly lost when I had to go home and coach my fifteen-year-old brother word by word through a sonnet because his teacher gave an assignment to write 15 or 20 poems, several in classic forms, and didn't bother to explain the concept of meter. Teachers and exams are enough to make anyone hate poetry.
Ugh...'tis true. Reading poetry alone makes me happy...writing papers to satisify another is no fun at all. :(
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