I think its supposed to be bad that I have senioritis but still have two years of school left. But I am a senior!
No, I've over loaded myself this semester with 19 hours. I've never done that before and I don't like it. On top of that 2 of my 6 classes are for an art minor that I have decided to drop so I really don't care about what II get in those classes. Those art people are REALLY weird. So in my Geography class today they were doing presentations (no real reason for me to be there) and then after that I have a 3 our drawing course in which the teacher doesn't really teach and is extremely annoying. The rainy wintery day we have today decided that I should sleep in and enjoy the wonderful drops of rain on my rooftop.
I slept in, skipped both my classes, and enjoyed evry minute of it.
If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
That you were gone, not to return again-
Read from the back-page of a paper, say,
Held by a neighbor in a subway train,
How at the corner of this avenue
And such a street (so are the papers filled)
A hurrying man, who happened to be you,
At noon today had happend to be killed-
I should not cry aloud- I could not cry
Aloud, or wring my hands in such a place-
I should but watch the station lights rush by
With a more careful interest on my face;
Or raise my eyes and read with greater care
Where to store furs and how to treat the hair.
LOL! Maybe... the idea is that she secretly loves someone, or at least is interested, so if something were to happen to that person she "could not cry aloud," because it would give her away. Maybe the last three lines indicates that she didn't pay much attention to her appearance, and therefore believes it's her fault he never took any notice of her, or maybe she's reading the newspaper ("read from the back-page of a paper, say") and if she should discover that her secret object of desire is dead, she will read about a section on petty things like furs and hair with "more careful interest on her face."
I would say she does not feel it appropriate to express grief in public ("in such a place") where she is surrounded by strangers. Instead she will let her focus go to some mundane thing that does not draw up any emotions so she can hide her feelings from the crowd.
My co-worker Chris told me and Laurel that on Wednesday Kathy was ringing up a lady and when she reached into her purse to get her CVS card she sliced her finger-tip off on a razor blade that she'd forgotten was in her purse! Why did she have a razor blade in her purse, why would it be open, and how could she forget? They found the finger-tip and put it on ice for her. So strange for such a freak accident to happen in one's own store...
So in one of my classes we are learning to create budgets and saving money for goals that we have. Not that I already know how to do these things, this class has been helpful in one aspect. I've never had a life-term goal. Now life-term means that the goal will happen after 3 years from your current life-status.
Life term goal:
After graduating with my MA, and if I can't afford graduate school then after my BA, I want to go backpacking in Europe for at least two weeks. Of course I can't go by myself, that would be no fun. So if any of you are serious about going with me in either the summer of 2011 or 2013 tell me. I like this goal setting thing. And graduate school isn't a goal yet, but it's getting there.
