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I am very pleased with our product. In creating the product throughout the planning stages it forced me to review the stories I’ve previously read to the point where I knew them very well, and listening to my teammates’ portions of the podcast helped me understand stories I did not spend as much time analyzing. I listened to it the morning of the exam and it really helped center and focus me and jog my memory in some cases. I think that was a major success, that the product could be used to aid in studying very easily. A possible shortcorming is how specific it is to the thesis we chose but that was part of the prompt. For example I felt like a had a variety of stories I knew certain details about for different possible prompts and some of those coincided with the prompt and some of those stories did not. But the project helped me in learning between 10-12 stories in total about 3 from each author that I felt very confident in talking about, paraphrasing and describing.
“I Love You Sweatheart” by Thomas Lux Stylistically I love this poem. It has all these punctuation marks you’re advised against in formal writing and that tend to feel natural to me. It reads the way he meant it to sound. Inside the parenthesis an off thecuff kind of after thought. Something you think but maybe are unsure about and shouldn’t say. The question marks bring in the tone of mockery and commentating confusion. You have Lopate’s contrariety within, the mocking tone with the sentimental story. It feels very conversational and it’s really humorous. I don’t know, just seeing this writing style made me happy, since it looked so similar to how I write to try to convey my tone. I understand thats probably not very important, but it’s something that jumped out at me. The points that were discussed in class were mostly speculation behind the message or purpose. Was he reflecting on something he might do? Making fun of that man in particular? Or all men who try to be romantic and sweet, but inevitably make a mistake, perhaps and endearing one, but a mistake nonetheless? I definitely enjoyed this poem. I miss looking at poetry in class. I enjoy class discussions on poetry or "profound" prose. I'm glad that this exercise gave me a new poet to look into and read works by, perhaps become obsessed with (who knows!?) but i don't like how it made me remember just how much I miss studying poetry in class. Hamlet cannot come soon enough. I'm kind of planning to write my "go big" on poetry or Hamlet and Shakespeare's methods as used in Hamlet, but we've yet to get there. I hate feeling like I'm just waiting for these things to happen, but it's where I'm at– it's my current state of mind. I've gotten very off the origianly topic so I suppose I'll stop now.
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the Internet is a world, a galaxy, a universe of anonymity. it's an amazing thing, and it is all Property Of Humans. it is the accumulation of human space and human time, the sum of the human ingenuity and the product of humanity. it is also black hole upon black hole of human bigotry hidden behind the expanse of the stars of human ideas. it is so painfully easy to fall into these traps, to be drawn to hate, to stand aside in resignation. when did we forget that there's another person on the other side of the screen with a hope and a dream, that there's another person on the other side of the wall waiting for you to say words you might never have learned how to say? did we forget, or did we simply never know? yesterday, I saw a post on Facebook from a group I want desperately to respect, only to find the comments scornful and dismissive. last week, I scoffed internally at the sight of a college boy brushing snow off a railing as he sprinted by, only to realize that his only crime was to commit an act commonly considered childish. last month, I watched a friend frolic vocally and gleefully in the snow. I smiled, for I too love the crunch of new snow under my boots, but I was still reserved. last year, I read a book that was cheesy to its core, and I loved it. I was afraid to tell my peers that I loved it, and I was afraid to tell my superiors that it was cheesy. when did I learn to hide behind a screen of aloofness? when did I become afraid of my own emotions and desires? when did I stop being earnest and turn jaded? how did I grow up when I never wanted to?