My purpose holds

The poetry final wasn't really about poetry. We had to write two essays and we got to chose out prompts. The first one I chose was discuss the value of historical interpretation. What does it mean for something to be "timeless?" And the second one I chose was: Does it matter if a poet is a man or a woman? Answer using the work of one of poets discussed in class. And at the top of the page it said that we should "demonstrate some attention to the matters of poetic form discussed in the early part of the module." So...talk about things that aren't very poetic, and then just throw some poetry terms in there and relate them to the non poetry. It was weird. I didn't write too much for the first one 'cause I just felt like I was repeating myself and basing my argument on a million examples. I'm confident I will get more than half credit though, which is a passing grade.

Nothing until Monday now. That one I totally know what to expect too--part short answers and identifications, part "passages for brief comment," and one essay. 90 minutes. Not going to be too bad.

And after that I'll be off to France. Paris. And hopefully Versailles, and maybe even Marseille to say hey to the Mediterranean. I'm not sure yet. The plan has not been ratified in my head. As soon as I have some money to spend I'll see what's possible. All of these French trains say that you have to make reservations. Probably because they are high speed ones. Might just hang out in Paris for a week. Not bad at all.

I don't really like the book I'm reading. The mid-life crisis thing just isn't do it for me right now. Hopefully I'll finish it tomorrow so I can move on.

Oh yeah Nate left a bunch of stuff in his room, and Madison didn't want some of it. So, I now have a really big clothes horse. I can do more laundry at a time now. This is good. I also have more noodles. I completely forgot about those nasty carrots though...haha maybe Madison will find them and take them out.