the_wanlorn | (no subject)

Yesterday was a Bad Day. Really bad, for a variety of reasons.

But I survived, and today feels slightly better. Even though I did get up two hours before noon.

I talked in Creative Writing the other day. Something I don't do because I'd rather people think I'm quiet, antisocial, and non-participant than think I'm stupid.

But we were analyzing Dylan Thomas' "Do not go gently into that good night". Now, I love Thomas, so I'm less... forigiving of analyses that ignore key words.

So, we were talking about wise men and the lightning of their words. And all of these people were talking about how these wise men were losing the lightning (life) from their words and stories and such because it'd all been used up and retold so many times. Allow my to provide the stanza so you may for your own opinions right now:

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into the good night.

I repeat:

Because their words had forked NO lightning they...

But the teacher was agreeing with all of them, so I was staying quiet. But they kept going on and on about this...

So I raised my hand for the first time ever and waited for her to call on me for the first time ever (all the while going "Mebbe I should forget about it and put my hand down it's not like anyone cares and it's just a class so it doesn't matter and hell she's agreeing with them...") and opened my mouth for the first time ever and explained (using phrases like "Well, when I was reading it, I place more emphasis on the [colored words]") that (in my opinion) it was more about them feeling they hadn't yet said enough, thus couldn't yet die. I always read it as these wise men hadn't taught enough, said enough, effected enough to die.

...I just realized how many parenthesis I used in that paragraph. And that it's only 2 sentences long but a quadrillion lines. Someone shoot me, please.

Then the teacher got this look on her face like, "Ohmigods! One of these stupid fucks gets it! Praise the gods!" And she agreed with me. And stuff. The other people tried to disagree, especially that annoying girl with red hair, but BOOYEAH! The teacher agrees with me, FOO'S!!

The next stanza was analyzed not exactly how I had, but they were supporting their ides and stuff well, so I kept quiet (Please note here that my next entry about skool is going to deal with how pretentious half the class is ::snicker::).

Then we moved on to "One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop. Which I don't care about so I had no comments.

Hey teach, can we do some Frost or move on to stories so I have stuff to say?