Believe me, I have been wanting to write on here.
This semester has been the busiest so far. Perhaps because I only took four classes last time and so I got lazy. Perhaps because I'm in my third year and that seems pretty serious. Regardless, I have been learning and I have been doing, with little time to throw-up meaning onto paper. To examine the little bits, what I have been digesting, to make more meaning out of meaning.
I don't have time, though. That's the catch. At least my regurgitation has come up in the form of 88s and 74s. It may have been the first time in my University career that I handed something in late. But I am learning. If there's anything I can be proud of, it is the fact that I will not continue to work on a project if the meaning is not there. I'll take a nap or a night off, when I shouldn't, just so I don't put out scrambled eggs instead of sunny-side up.
And I do have outlets, besides the "refection assignment" and the "upcoming essay". I need to submit art for marks: poetry, charcoal, ink, conte. Being rewarded for creativity always feels nice.
I've written a poem influenced by the heartbeat of a pig that I found on youtube. (It's pretty graphic so don't say I didn't warn you.) Write a relentless poem, the assignment said, and what is more relentless than a heartbeat?
I have been learning about gender, and have been judging you on your own gender, and myself on mine. I've literally been transcribing conversation (for an assignment) to see the binary oppositions between (or perhaps not between) men and women. I've made my own poles and compared it to the evidence I've been reading. We're all so sexist, and we like it that way.
I've already spent too long on this. It's two o'clock. I still have to write a sonnet, complete a charcoal still life drawing, work on my transcription, read five more chapters of Smagorinsky, fold the laundry, writeup my speech for Wednesday, write a lesson plan, and do the dishes. One of these days I'll have time enough to elaborate on one or none of the topics above.
you go girl
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