So here I am: the basement of ERC (which used to be Our Town, which used to be Cava Java, which used to be... crap, I forgot) sitting across the table from Becki while she's doing a one-on-one with one of our cutest newbies, Charlotte. I keep thinking about going upstairs to get some coffee, but those stairs seem pretty daunting for my lazy mood.
I should be reading the Faulkner books that are sitting directly to my right, but I'd rather not in this moment in time. I'm still in an odd mood that getting my paper back today twisted me into, which I know is bogus because I got an A on the paper. Not much more you can do--even though it was definitely scribbled all over. That's what happens when you begin a paper three hours before it's due.
But there's this comment on there dealing with a line I gave more attention to than I thought they considered necessary. Overall, the poem is about a lynching--but there's no voice, no message within the poem telling you RACISM IS BAD, that's what the intended audience knows. It's broken into two parts, the second of which is divided by three italicised lines. One of the lines mentions O night, rawhead and bloodybones night. Rawhead and bloodybones is an Irish mythic figure, akin to the American boogeyman.
Is it really that difficult to see the connection between the boogeyman and the KKK? Seriously.
The comment on my paper pushed me back into thinking about a lot more serious things than I'd rather think about. But... yeah.
So maybe it's time for coffee. Lots and lots of coffee--and more writing. Although I have two midterms next week and who knows what else is coming up. I am officially the worst student ever and I still can't make myself care. That's probably pretty bad since I'm supposed to be graduating and want to get the H-E-double-hockey-sticks out of Michigan, asap.
Okay. Focus. read read read. Coffee. Read.
Sweeeeeet.
Expectation Setting with SNs is tonight. This means that everything is REALLY in motion and there's no stopping it. Nothin. Hot, huh?
I should be reading the Faulkner books that are sitting directly to my right, but I'd rather not in this moment in time. I'm still in an odd mood that getting my paper back today twisted me into, which I know is bogus because I got an A on the paper. Not much more you can do--even though it was definitely scribbled all over. That's what happens when you begin a paper three hours before it's due.
But there's this comment on there dealing with a line I gave more attention to than I thought they considered necessary. Overall, the poem is about a lynching--but there's no voice, no message within the poem telling you RACISM IS BAD, that's what the intended audience knows. It's broken into two parts, the second of which is divided by three italicised lines. One of the lines mentions O night, rawhead and bloodybones night. Rawhead and bloodybones is an Irish mythic figure, akin to the American boogeyman.
Is it really that difficult to see the connection between the boogeyman and the KKK? Seriously.
The comment on my paper pushed me back into thinking about a lot more serious things than I'd rather think about. But... yeah.
So maybe it's time for coffee. Lots and lots of coffee--and more writing. Although I have two midterms next week and who knows what else is coming up. I am officially the worst student ever and I still can't make myself care. That's probably pretty bad since I'm supposed to be graduating and want to get the H-E-double-hockey-sticks out of Michigan, asap.
Okay. Focus. read read read. Coffee. Read.
Sweeeeeet.
Expectation Setting with SNs is tonight. This means that everything is REALLY in motion and there's no stopping it. Nothin. Hot, huh?
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