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Don’t settle

I love my Young Adult Literature class.

I’m doing a Unit Plan for my Application Assignment. Basically, I take a book and I create two pre-reading activities, two during reading activities, and two post-reading activities. And I chose to do a Unit Plan for The Book of Three by Lloyd Alexander. I’m kinda sad not many people I meet are familiar with the Prydain Chronicles. It was challenging but fun to come up with activities for it. I lost track of time yesterday working on it. I’m so proud with what I have, I think The Book of Three should be taught in schools. It’s a classic example of High Fantasy Adventure, that I think people would appreciate.

Books. Those are one of this life’s greatest gifts. Not that all of them are wonderful, far from it. But there are so many good books, I think the trick is just finding them amongst all of the mediocre books. How can we settle for less when there are too many greater things out there that can possibly be read in a lifetime? Sometimes I get picked on by family members for being picky about my books, but I have never regretted it.

Don’t settle for that which is mediocre. Not in books, music, or movies. You’re better than that, it’s not worth your time.

Especially given how time seems to be slipping by. I don’t get much time for artwork these days. That’s typical of my student days. But yesterday I couldn’t keep my hands still, and I ended up with quite a few papers full of doodles.

Art. Books. Music. Movies. All these great and wonderful things that we can only scratch the surface of. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

It makes me think about the Carpe Diem poems. Of course, I don’t agree with all of the ideas related to them- like the ones in Andrew Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress. But perhaps some of the ideas? Maybe if I just took the first line;

Had we but world enough and time…

We don’t. That’s why idling is a crime.

Oh Horror!

I don’t know what happened to me. I got today’s schedule mixed up with yesterdays and thought I didn’t have class until 2:00. So I get a text at 11:40 wondering where I was. ‘Where should I be?’  was the question. It was from the guy who I was working on the group project with, and today was our presentation (he and I were going to open the presentation with a little skit). We hadn’t scheduled an extra practice before class had we? After two minutes of confusion I discovered it wasn’t before class, class was happening right now, and I was home in my apartment reading!

I felt terrible. I hate being late. I hate it so much. I couldn’t believe I had done something like that. And on the day we were giving the presentation! Oh the horror.

So I ran out of my apartment without grabbing my book for the book talk. Or grabbing a coat. That’s okay because I was running anyway. Which, by the way, only got me so far. I’ve never been specifically diagnosed as having asthma, but I’ve always suspected it. Even after I was in class, I was still breathing hard and my chest hurt. And I didn’t even run that long.

But all’s well that ends while. Our group was performing second, so it’s not like we were late presenting. I still felt awful. But on the plus side, our performance of the skit went very well. At least I think it did. I heard laughter, and our group showered praises. It felt good that that went well.

Also I have a date for tomorrow.

So, it was a horrific beginning, but with a happy ending. Yes, even though I had to walk back to my apartment without a coat.

Oh the Humanities!

I think I have my resume ready for my Humanities class. I surprised myself with how much I was able to put on. Mostly because of the community work I’ve done thanks to Mom. Particularly as a Kidspace Assistant Director. It even sounds fancy, and it’s great experience for the career I was aiming for, Recreation Worker. Not that that’s what I’m planning on getting into when I grow up, but it did sound the most interesting of the results I got from the assessments

Humanities class should be interesting today, because we’ll be in the Spori Art Gallery- looking at portraits. I don’t consider portraits among my favorite types of paintings, but they might be cool. After all, sill-life paintings aren’t my favorite either, but I went to a Russian Impressionism exhibit once, and those had beautiful still-life paintings. Who knew fruit could look so beautiful, right?

And next week I have to do a group presentation on Supernatural and Horror young adult literature. I have no idea how this is going to turn out, but I’m just hoping we do well.

In the meantime I’ve determined that Huck Finn is really more of a boy’s book. I mean, that should have been obvious, but it’s so long that it becomes all the more obvious. Not that it’s a bad book, mind. But I think that after this I’m going to want to read a book with some romance in it.

Except of course there’s that whole thing where I need to find a Supernatural or Horror book so that I can do a book talk for that group presentation. Oh boy, won’t that be fun!



I’ve been thinking lately about some of my recent creative accomplishments. I like to think that I’m creative. Not to say I’ve had many big creative accomplishments, like writing a book or doing prize-winning paintings or anything, but little creative things.

For instance, I’ve described my Fates to you. One of them is in charge of wind. Now, you may not think of wind having a big role in the destinies of men, but there are some ways she has her effect. Largely her effect is on seafarers (in a world where ships sail by the wind). She also has a fair bit of sway when it comes to the weather. One’s fate may certainly be changed by a tornado or hurricane. Anyway, back to the winds of Fate (her name is Wisp). There exists in this world wind-children. Wisp’s mortal descendants. One day when I was thinking of them, I imagined a change in an old nursery rhyme. “Rock-a-bye baby in the treetops, when the wind blows the cradle will rock. Mother will catch you, whenever you fall. I embrace the world but you are my all.” So it becomes a lullaby Wisp sings to her children.

And then another of my creative accomplishments was creating a little tune to go with Robert Frost’s poem “Nature’s First Green is Gold.” This I consider to be a fairly good accomplishment, because I have few accomplishments in the realm of music. I’m not the sort of person who generally comes up with tunes. But I did. HAHAH!

It’s fun to think of these things. There may be hope of me doing many creative things yet.


I wish I felt like doing homework.

Books- lies that reveal truth

I think last night I thanked God in every different way that I could think of for good books. I thanked God for good books, for people who wrote good books, for people who published good books, for the good books that I’ve read, for the good books I haven’t read, and for the good books that I won’t read, for people who wrote good books that weren’t published, that I was born in a time where there were many good books, that I was born into a family that introduced me to many good books…

And the list went on.

Because I’m reading a good book right now.

Oh, not my favorite by far. But it did remind me of times where I have just loved reading and books. The trick is, of course, to find the good book. I’m sure there are many in the world- the trick is finding them in the midst of all the books that aren’t good. But thankfully, I am taking a Young Adult Literature class. And already I have read some good books.

There are no words to describe it, are there? I mean, it’s such a simple little thing- a book, a painting, a movie, a song… but they just do things to you, you know? Words fall short. They are only symbol’s anyway. You can say all the inspiring words you want about books, but those who don’t already get it, won’t. Those kinds of famous quotes exist for people who do get it, but don’t have enough mastery of words to convey it.



Here I am, waxing philosophical, and I just wish people cared enough to pay attention to me when I write things like this. Facebook is more of a facade. If people really cared about what was going on, I think they’d do more than ‘like’ my statuses. They’d read posts like this.

See, there are some good books out there that connect you to the world better than Facebook does. I think it was Picasso that said art was lies that revealed truth. Literature is the same way. Lies that reveal truth. Whereas Facebook is a facade.


News of the miscellaneous

This is the problem with social media; when you have both Facebook and a blog, and you put similar things in both- but use each for a different purpose. I mean, I write both in Facebook and this blog things I want to share with people. For my blog I will get a little more in depth with what I want to say. However, nobody really reads my blog- so if I actually want a chance for feedback I put it on Facebook- which forces me to be brief. Sometimes I’ll have things of Facebook that I also want on my blog.

Like this: We had a short lecture on the history of romance novels in my Young Adult Literature class 🙂 so much fun. And so validating to hear things voiced which I’ve known all along (i.e. lust does not equal love, stalking someone is a strange way to portray a healthy relationship, being hot doesn’t redeem a guy from being a jerk, etc.)

Additionally, there’s emails and Facebook messaging. Those are personal- maybe I want a specific person to read it (my sister, in this case). But maybe I want to share it as well on my blog post- it doesn’t matter if other people see it so long as the specific person does.

Like today when I was talking about writing. I have in my mind created a mythology loosely based off of the Greek Gods. I just like personifications of natural phenomena. I call them Fates, because they like to think they have a role in the destiny’s of mortals. One of the one’s I created was based off of cupid. Her name is Matchgirl, apprentice to the current Matchmaker. Obviously, these are the Fates that make sure you meet the person you are going to marry, and sort of guide you along the way; arrange coincidental meetings, open up certain topics of conversation, make sure you’re in the right time and the right place, that sort of thing.

Well, yesterday I was writing about how Matchgirl’s first solo assignment (without the guidence of Matchmaker) was to bring together the houses of the Capulet and Montegue through marriage. Those of you who know your Shakespeare know this doesn’t end very well.

Here’s the thing, I don’t really think that Romeo and Juliet loved each other. It’s like what I said before about lust not being love. I think that Romeo and Juliet is a significant story- but not because they really loved each other. Were it not for the feuding families, maybe Romeo would have courted Juliet openly, instead of feeling the need to marry secretly. Then, given time, maybe Juliet will realize Romeo has commitment issues and would dump him just like Rosaline did. Maybe Romeo would have realized Juliet needed to grow up a little bit and moved on with his life. But they didn’t really have the luxury to try it out and then realize they weren’t right for each other.

I guess what I’m saying is… the feud between the families ruined the relationship before Romeo and Juliet had a chance to end it? Maybe that isn’t right. Maybe that isn’t a very ‘literary’ analysis of what was really going on, but it’s what I get out of the whole Romeo and Juliet relationship. I really still think that the story of Romeo and Juliet is more about the feud between the families than it is about ‘true love,’ because it isn’t love- it’s lust. The feuding families is a far more valid theme, in my mind.