mostly for myself
Dear Senior Daisies,
A special thank-you to Liz for reading to us today. I am sorry Liz if I seemed out of sorts, but I was preparing myself to also read to you from the poems and also there was the matter of the grades to hand out. Frankly, the interlude that you provided was perfect. Speaking of grades, nothing pains me more than to assign grades. All I want is to show you, to teach you, to offer you some ways to live inside the words that you write now and in college and in letters to friends and even in talking to others. Give up, just a little, the notion that you can write exactly what you think. It is more like approximation and proximity, and layers, and spirals, and a little bit of diversion. Make a statement, look for the seam in the statement, tear it open, admit that your statement is now wrong, invert the statement, kick the statement, modulate the statement, work it. Use safety pins to bring your abstract thoughts right down to earth and on the page. If you are traveling on a "road" in your writing, it's not just a road: it's the road that took the life of a child after a slick rain fell and a car tumbled into a birch the way an ice cube reaches the bottom of a glass. Clink.
Or something like that, if you know what I mean. It's not just about metaphors either, it's about precision and creating a mind that is adamant.
Please behave with Dr. Moreland. I understand if you have to move around and practice your "body-act" in order to write the essay; but try not to give too much away to your fellow classmates so that there is some surprise on the Monday when we meet.
Thus, your assignments:
1) Finish A Room With A View by Thursday (in other words, before you watch the movie)
2) Be prepared to read from your essays-in-progress on the first Monday that we meet after Mo Ranch.
3) Start reading Surfacing, at least the first five chapters (47 pages).
4) Get goofy.
Your teacher.
Sangre Veritas: hmm, this is interesting, dad must be on a conference call.. he keeps switching language
Mbpdaisygrl1: o_O nice
Sangre Veritas: hehe ya
Mbpdaisygrl1: dad's rating people?
Sangre Veritas: hello, si, si, bien, what? es el verdad? ::insenrt japanese i can't pronouce:: si, yo intiende, pero no es correcto, that's not in the contract, it clearly states that::loud angry japanese:: yo sabe pero ello no es incorportated en el trato
Sangre Veritas: lol
Sangre Veritas: it's strange to listen to
Mbpdaisygrl1: that is really funny
Sangre Veritas: ya, o think i'm picking up that it's a sprots event in spain
Sangre Veritas: I think he's gonna have to go to spain sometime soon.
Mbpdaisygrl1: ah i see
Mbpdaisygrl1: with japanese people
Sangre Veritas: perhaps I can hide in his luggage
Sangre Veritas: probably distibutors or somethign or another
Sangre Veritas: the plastic tables for all i know
Mbpdaisygrl1: heh
Mbpdaisygrl1: nono don't go to spain
Sangre Veritas: most everythign somehow incorporates people from japan, which is bad cause he's not great at japanese
Mbpdaisygrl1: come here, lol
Sangre Veritas: hehe yes
Sangre Veritas: well i doubt he'd bring us with him
Sangre Veritas: i'd miss some school
Mbpdaisygrl1: psh, school
Sangre Veritas: hehe
Mbpdaisygrl1: who needs it?
Mbpdaisygrl1: obviously i do
Mbpdaisygrl1: since i almost typed "how"
Sangre Veritas: haha
Sangre Veritas: woo neads skool
Mbpdaisygrl1: knot mees
Mbpdaisygrl1: rofl my dad just said "oh my gosh!"
Sangre Veritas: eye doent nead enee eether
Mbpdaisygrl1: hehe
Sangre Veritas: haha
Sangre Veritas: hello mr. pasahow
Sangre Veritas: ::is magically conservatively dressed and smiling happily while waving and um standing nex to a pile of ompleted hwk::
Sangre Veritas: *completed
Mbpdaisygrl1: rofl good job chels