more than yesterday, less than tomorrow

 sitting here with my potato chips fighting for my life trying to think of a good blog idea rn lol ok i got one (it's been 15 minutes) believe it or not, it's actually easier to write an essay when you have two other people helping you write it and only a handful of hours before said essay is due to be turned in. you'll never believe the type of stuff you and some group project members could crank out when running against a deadline!! that's what happened to me and my pals last week, sorry to snitch and possibly disappoint you mrs feldkamp, but it's the truth for most likely the majority of your students. but you're a teacher, so you probably already know that. i definitely would have endured a lot more mental distress and turmoil and suffering And And And if it had just been me writing that essay, so it's very nice to have people to experience communal suffering with! i love that we have a lot of partner projects in this class, it takes a lot of the academi...

shocking and revolutionary statement-- i think i'm starting to figure out ways that i can enjoy poetry! the mentor poet assignment actually helped me discover a lot of poetry that i really enjoyed. doing research on audre lorde made me realize that maybe not all poetry is just boring symbolism and metaphors about nature or the vagina by annoying and dusty white men or suffragettes, and that's the type of poetry i'm going to keep an eye out for. after learning a lot more about her for my project, i have such a huge respect and admiration for audre-- as a writer, as an anti-capitalist, as a queer woman. it's strange how much someone can imprint on you in such a short amount of time, i really did not start working on this presentation until last night. this poem specifically , when i was reading it i just went.. damn . i don't know, i guess this is literally so simple and i guess i'm just an idiot for not thinking about it, but maybe Looking For Themes That Entice ...

the following is the notebook entry i wrote last week after we were asked to reflect on poetry and what it means to us on a personal note. there are probably going to be format issues since i wrote it on my phone.  I  think I resist poetry because i don’t understand it and i am too lazy to try and figure it out. I guess that makes me look pretty good if i’m willing to admit it but that’s the truth. I have gone through my academic career ignoring poetry as much as possible. I remember my dislike for poetry beginning in the 8th grade. I hated learning about sonnets and lyrics and AB AB or whatever, it was annoying to try to memorize and it made me angry. And then we had to go and write poems and it’s like, I’m thirteen what do you want from me, and then my poem got reported to the counselor for being concerning. Like goddamn I can only express my trauma I don’t have anything else to write about!!! AND THEN Mr. Bodick's class rest his soul truly but i remember once again trying t...

alright so i have not seen any three of the movies suggested to write this blog post because i dont care about them and i was originally just going to let the senioritis overcome me and take the L on this assignment, but ridaa has convinced me to do it. therefore, i will be utilizing the informational and educational resources of google and wikipedia to write this week's blog post about the parallels between siddartha and star wars .  me looking at the prompt for this luke skywalker is just a sad orphan living on a farm with his aunt and uncle, and siddartha is the son of a brahman who is following in his father's footsteps and is full of potential. in siddartha , the call to adventure will be classified as when siddartha, as a young man, decides to leave his family and the life of a brahman to embark on a pilgrimage to find himself and reach enlightenment. in star wars , this happens in a similar manner when luke skywalker discovers that his aunt and uncle have been killed and...

when this year first started, i wasn't exactly confident in the educational merit it would bring as my last year of high school in a newly-normal period of history. while this wariness is still prominent in a handful of my other classes, this english class has actually proved to be a pleasantly surprising challenge. something that immediately comes to mind is my improvement with the in-class essay. though nothing can ever change the sinking feeling of dread and horror that one feels when sixty minutes are allotted for you to somehow transform your muddled thoughts into expectedly eloquent words, i really think that i've gotten a lot better at the ICE in this one semester than i have over the span of a couple years-- and i'm pretty confident in my explanation as to how. the answer is technology. i've always hated hand writing essays, they always end up way too messy and my thoughts are never put down onto paper the way they are arranged in my mind, and i often find mysel...

Introduction: Retrospective reflection  When I first sat down to work on this project, I told myself that the thesis I am about to present to you will be what I structure this essay around. It goes like this: Those who are able to set aside the intricacies of life find freedom in the knowledge that they are an outsider-- unconcerned with the burdens that come with being an emotional human being or what said beings may think of their methods of obtaining freedom-- and have a deeper feeling of content with the universe's general indifference towards all people, without any emotional obligations. After I gave this thesis out to the open arms of the universe, I knew that I had somehow forgotten the way my brain functions . There was no way I was gonna write this upsettingly lengthy blog post without finding the loose ends that the unfortunate Thesis Version 1.0 inevitably contained. So with this, I present to you the disclaimer that point A is going to end up looking very different fro...

this has spoilers for uncut gems sorry last week, as i was wrapping up my reading of death of a salesman , it was terribly difficult to ignore the ways in which arthur miller wrote the script to signify willy's exponential descent into madness. and i thought to myself, if simply reading the lines as a text gives me a headache, i can't imagine what seeing this on stage would be like, with all the lights and effects and enunciation and props. what really communicates willy's feelings, in my opinion, is the increasing appearance of the voices that willy hears. the scene in the restaurant in particular was the breaking point for my brain-- so much was going on, with the sons, and willy's nightmarish train of thought, and the girls, and stanley who happened to be a waiter there (?). yes, this occurs throughout the entire story, but it's easy to tell that the more times the flute begins to play, the closer we are as the audience to the climax. to say it was hard to follow...