Okay, so, when we were reading a Modest Proposal and discussing it in class, i really felt physically sick. It was a relief to know that the essay was satirical and meant to prove a point. Well it got me thinking, how different is his opinion compared to abortion today? And i really wanted to write about that, it took hold of me and wouldn't let go, but it's not quite what came out. i know that my professor is going to hate this, i used the first personal "I" repeatedly, but of course that's what Swift did and i was really trying to follow his style while making it more modern. If this was my American Lit final, i'm sure that professor would love it, this is just the kind of assignment she appreciates, but as it is, i'm not sure how well this will go over.
Writing this was making me laugh my head off, i definitely enjoyed it, especially with all the stupid newspaper quotes making it more over the top. The first section is actually based on several documentaries that i have seen on PBS as well as articles that i have read over the years, of course i don't really have the means of citing those, though i did find an article referring to the documentary about the TB doctor (i'm pretty sure it's the same one).
Ugh, i probably shouldn't have written this as a final, but i'm not ashamed of writing it at the same time, and am way to far gone to care at this point. A couple of weeks ago i was wondering how i would even get up the resolve to keep going to class, let alone write anything. i'm doing a lot better now, am enjoying my new job even though i dread going to it every day because it means less time to write and relax. i am sooooo relieved that the semester is over, but at least i have accomplished something, as long as i pass my classes i am happy, i really do not care about getting A's at this point. Anyways, i'm making more plans for selling stuff on Etsy, using my new employee discount and the two months i have before classes resume. i also have a couple of story ideas floating around my head that will require research, but i am hopeful that at least one of these might come to fruition during the Christmas break. Maybe i could actually write something worth trying to get published for a change, fancy that.
On another note, my U.S. Lit final paper yielded a B, though she wasn't really appreciative of what i wrote. She doesn't like my rhymes, but then neither do i (this is why i don't write poetry anymore). My one stream of consciousness poem is laden with depression, but it felt so good to get it off my chest, and i actually wrote the rough draft of it in one of the final classes we had (a week before the paper was due as i recall). Unfortunately i didn't get around to writing anything that sounded Whitman enough for her (i personally think that my #5 sounds very Song of Myself #1, but whatever), the stinking paper wasn't really finished (even though i only needed 5 pages and wrote 11) and now i don't know if i have the strength or initiative to complete it. My poetry really isn't that great. i'm not going to share it here, i might put some of it on DeviantArt or my LiveJournal
Anyway, i took my finals, i turned in all my papers, hopefully i'll discover what my grades are by Christmas. Of course, two of my classes had the same teacher, and she takes forever to grade papers, so i'm not going to be holding my breath.
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