i didn't blog about the presentations on Wednesday so ill start there.... Mick had a great presentation! While he was reading off his words i felt like i was listening to not only a poet but a poet alike eliot. His words made me think and question... like so many words of Eliot's. Adam also did a great job, i really enjoyed how he explained the background of the book that he had read all semester and used that to write his capstone. When i presented i was so sure that my paper was quite wonderful... since it was still a work in progress. As i went to the library wednesday morning to finish the editing i read it over and started adding new parts to it and realized i was taking the paper in a whole new direction. i had started writing not only about why i love literature and where it takes me but the lessons i have learned through reading the novels, poems and stories that i have through the years. While i was trying to fix my paper i realized that all of the big life lessons that i have learned in the past few years have all stemmed from the reading that i had been doing in my classes. One might think it slightly cheesy to learn life lessons from literature but i feel that the lessons that characters learn in their are all lessons that readers can learn too, as long as readers step back and try to hear the unheard music of the words.
Now i feel bad that i didn't read any of my paper in class today.... but i have never been one to be very happy with the way that i write... and of all the lessons i have learned by being an english major that is one area i feel that has not improved so much. when writing my paper i found myself trying out techniques of creative writing... and i guess i am just not too comfortable with how my 'creative' writing came out.
I have to agree with Nick when he said today that he doesn't feel that he has every been in a class with so many incredibly intelligent people. one thing i know for sure is that English majors on this campus have to be some of the most intelligent people i have come across. not only do they know how to express themselves through prose, but everyone in our class seems to have a higher understanding of life.... and i really think that all of us can say that through the literature that we have all read.. there are lessons buried deep inside those words.
Anyway.. i am sorry that i didnt read any of my paper aloud... i just dont feel that i am as eloquent with my words as so many others in our class are! again with the anxiety of influence....
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