newness
I can't believe that spring is coming. I'm immeasurably excited. I always get so incredibly excited upon every changing of the seasons: the prospect of a new season is miraculous; thoughts and images of what the new season will hold dance about and weave all sorts of brilliant plans and imaginings.
Today feels like a spring marsh. On the bus ride home, I reread the Spring chapter of Walden. The imagery sent me gallavanting in springlike fantasies and excitement about the coming new season. And it also made me want to go back to Walden, which is one of my paradises-on-earth, one of the places all over that I love to go to and dream about when I'm not there.
In other news, the junior retreat is next week. I'm going on April 6th and 7th... I don't really want to go. Roommates? -_- I'll probably get stuck with someone I don't know and be shut up in that room trying to think of something to say and failing; not fun. I know I'm really supposed to use this blog as an outlet for writing and not a means of communication with friends (:P), but those who actually read this, which day are you retreating?
I chickened out when it came to reading in class today. I had an excerpt from Waverly, Eliza's introduction, sitting on my lap. I thought maybe I'd read it. But I didn't. It's a page and a half long. I was afraid people would get bored and stop paying attention. I'm such a chicken. I need to stop and have more great moments instead. Maybe, tomorrow, I will read that excerpt from Waverly. Or a poem. Ethereal? Or, Flutter-Rush Thrushes? (that one was weird, but I like it. The last stanza is a little weak, I admit, but. I like it.) I like Ethereal too. I don't know if I'm brave enough to read Ethereal. It's because of the Elizabethan. Would it sound weird? And I'd have to explain about Endymion to anybody who doesn't know. Not so hard really, but. Oh. I just get too nervous, like I choke up, and it's like in one instant when the teacher asks if anyone else has anything to read, I can feel the blood rushing, and I feel like I'm frozen, in an instant having to make a decision, and what if I said I do have something to read? I'd be trapped. But I have to get over it.
I should also write more poems and things, but no idea has struck me today for a poem, and I need some words to come and inspire me before I write a poem.
Today feels like a spring marsh. On the bus ride home, I reread the Spring chapter of Walden. The imagery sent me gallavanting in springlike fantasies and excitement about the coming new season. And it also made me want to go back to Walden, which is one of my paradises-on-earth, one of the places all over that I love to go to and dream about when I'm not there.
In other news, the junior retreat is next week. I'm going on April 6th and 7th... I don't really want to go. Roommates? -_- I'll probably get stuck with someone I don't know and be shut up in that room trying to think of something to say and failing; not fun. I know I'm really supposed to use this blog as an outlet for writing and not a means of communication with friends (:P), but those who actually read this, which day are you retreating?
I chickened out when it came to reading in class today. I had an excerpt from Waverly, Eliza's introduction, sitting on my lap. I thought maybe I'd read it. But I didn't. It's a page and a half long. I was afraid people would get bored and stop paying attention. I'm such a chicken. I need to stop and have more great moments instead. Maybe, tomorrow, I will read that excerpt from Waverly. Or a poem. Ethereal? Or, Flutter-Rush Thrushes? (that one was weird, but I like it. The last stanza is a little weak, I admit, but. I like it.) I like Ethereal too. I don't know if I'm brave enough to read Ethereal. It's because of the Elizabethan. Would it sound weird? And I'd have to explain about Endymion to anybody who doesn't know. Not so hard really, but. Oh. I just get too nervous, like I choke up, and it's like in one instant when the teacher asks if anyone else has anything to read, I can feel the blood rushing, and I feel like I'm frozen, in an instant having to make a decision, and what if I said I do have something to read? I'd be trapped. But I have to get over it.
I should also write more poems and things, but no idea has struck me today for a poem, and I need some words to come and inspire me before I write a poem.
posted by Laura at 3:41 PM
2 Comments:
Ooh, I'd like to say with you guys. How do we pick, do they send around a sheet or something asking who is rooming with whom or summat? It's very confusing. But, I believe there are two to a room [but I'd sleep on the floor! :P heh] but, each room is connected to another room so it's kinda a two-room suite. Or something. At least, that's what I hear.
I'd ask someone else to read it, but really I'm afraid they'd read it wrong. :P Like I know which phrases are most important and which words need to be stressed more and I'd be afraid someone else would put the wrong emphasis on the wrong passage, or just read it... wrong. :P Hopefully I'll get up the courage soon.
Ooh, I'd like to say with you guys. How do we pick, do they send around a sheet or something asking who is rooming with whom or summat? It's very confusing. But, I believe there are two to a room [but I'd sleep on the floor! :P heh] but, each room is connected to another room so it's kinda a two-room suite. Or something. At least, that's what I hear.
I'd ask someone else to read it, but really I'm afraid they'd read it wrong. :P Like I know which phrases are most important and which words need to be stressed more and I'd be afraid someone else would put the wrong emphasis on the wrong passage, or just read it... wrong. :P Hopefully I'll get up the courage soon.
[double post? maybe or maybe not. sometimes it showed up and sometimes it didn't so i just posted it again. /no sense]
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