I'm No Shakespeare, I Just Write Poetry

Poetry Assignment Nine: Write a sonnet.

Well, I can't say that I didn't know that at one point I would be working with specific forms in poetry. My professor made it clear that we would venture into a more structured territory. But I never expected our first poetry form to be the sonnet.

As soon as she started talking about stressed and unstressed syllables, I immediately tensed up...got "stressed" out. It's been so long since I've had to think about an actual form of poetry that I don't really even remember exactly what stressed and unstressed mean. She gave us a rhyme scheme and a about 10 minutes to work on it in class...I gave up after the first two seconds and started brainstorming for something else.

I need a "Sonnets for Dummies" book.

Never mind. I checked Google after typing that sentence and found the sonnets page on the "For Dummies" website. I think I can do this now.

I'm Too Tired to Think Up a Title...Or Write Anything Interesting

I must admit that after having classes for almost six hours straight this afternoon, thinking is the last thing on my to-do list. My mind has been destroyed by simple mathematic equations.

Taking a physics class after 3 years without a formal math class was not a good idea. 

Imitation Might Be Flattery, But Originality Looks Better

There's nothing better than the feelings connected to something new. A shiny new toy, a fresh pair of glasses, a crisp fall coat...You not only get the object itself, but if someone notices or better yet compliments you on it, it's like a buy-one-get-one free deal. You're unique, original. It's a great way to boost your self-esteem.

But then, all of sudden someone else steals your thunder. Your new thing is now their new thing and you find yourself wondering whether or not anyone will remember or even realize that you had it first.

Where I am I going with this? Well, after years of consideration, I decided to cut my hair last May. When I returned to school, the complements were almost endless. In fact, someone liked my hair so much that they decided to cut their extremely long hair almost the exact same way.

At first, I was livid. Seeing her new pictures on Facebook caused me to jump out of bed and run through the house in search of my mother making intelligible sounds that could be compared to primal screaming. But then after the initial shock wore off, I actually was quite flattered. Doesn't her new hair make me a trendsetter?

The old saying finally made sense. It is a cliche for a reason.

It also helps that many individual parties have informed me that the cut flatters me much better proving once again that nothing beats the original.

Late to My Own Party

I keep walking in my apartment to find people awkwardly waiting for me. The last two time I've planned to meet up with someone, I've ended up running late. When I finally make it to back to my apartment--tired from the rush and completely apologetic--the person that I've kept waiting is just sitting on my couch entertaining themselves. In the most innocently creepy way.

Yes, my roommates are letting these people in, so it's not that creepy. But I'm just waiting for that day...I'll walk into a dark living room. Suddenly a single bright light flips on and the random guest will say in the most menacing voice "I've been expecting you..."

Because that's how I would do it. I'm slightly disappointed that these people are being so polite.

To Places Unknown...For English?

It might be a new trend but a few of my professors are suggesting that we take trips to places that I wouldn't normally go, all in the interest of academic progress. First, my sweet poetry professor mention a possible reading in the local hookah lounge for our review assignment due later this semester. Then, my professor for History of the English Language brought up how a previous student based their main research project on the vernacular used at a nearby gay bar.

I don't know what's gotten into these people, but I hope it leaves soon.

(To be honest, the gay bar thing actually sounds interesting but the hookah lounge...I'm not willing to let a cloud of smoke kill my pores just to hear some random person read poetry pretentiously. And I would have to wash my hair afterward and that's just not cool.)

Class is Canceled? Well, Lucky Day!

I always have the most fantastic luck.

Good student that I am, I genuinely don't like to miss class. I never even skipped in high school (unless you want to count that one time I accidentally missed French because of a band program, but I have been told by many others that time doesn't count). So when I miss class, I usually have a really good reason. And because I have fantastic luck, the day I miss class is usually the day that it is canceled for some unexpected reason.

Too bad I didn't see that coming today. Instead, I hiked out in the freezing rain to make sure my assignments were in the appropriate mailboxes and retreated to my apartment feeling worse than before. My friend to texted me about 10 minutes later, after my heartbeat slowed to a more healthy rate and my lungs started accepting oxygen again, that class didn't even happen today. Effectively making my seemingly heroic efforts null and void.

Because I always have the most fantastic luck.

Too Sick to Be a Good Blogger

Okay, here's the thing: I currently maintain two blogs. Just a second ago, I finished writing a short post about how since I'm behind on my obligatory posts for this one, I decided to try to make up for it today even though I canceled all of the rest of my plans for the day because of how sick I am right now.

I published it and almost immediately realized that it went up on the wrong blog. Instead of copying it over, I just deleted as fast as possible so no one would see it.

I would try to write it again but I don't exactly trust my judgement right now. I think my minor sickness has made me delusional. I will just stop now while I'm only slightly behind.