Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Pictures of the ride...
So here are some pictures of the new car. I really really love it. It's a whole lot nicer than what I had. It's great to not have to worry about whether I'm going to make it to school or not. And it's nice to have a heater that works quickly.
So school was crazy yesterday! Snow snow snow....I couldn't make it to my 8 o'clock class yesterday morning and I was pretty much ticked off all day. ALL of the area schools were closed yesterday, including Lakeland but Eastern never cancels. I think I heard that the last time they had closed school was in the 70's. Anyways, I felt like them not cancelling classes was a huge punishment to commuters because for those of us who can't make it to school, we have to miss lectures which puts us all behind. To top it all off, by the time I did make it to school they hadn't cleared out our parking lot so people were slipping and sliding and guessing where the spots were...to put it shortly, it was chaotic. I hated it.
But I guess I'm over that now. On a more positive note, I registered for my classes today and it's refreshing to realize that I've just registered for my last semester in my undergraduate career. Ha! So I will graduate in December and then in the fall of 07 I'll probably start grad. school. It's a lot to think about, but it's exciting. There's more going on and I'll get more out later. 'Til then, have a good one!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Crazy Jane Talks to the Bishop...
I read this poem by the current Poet Laureate Ted Kooser and it made me chuckle and think to myself 'ya know, this is probably going to be the story of my writing...if I ever get it published.' It may give you a chuckle too:
"Selecting a Reader"
First, I would have her be beautiful,
and walking carefully up on my poetry
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,
her hair still damp at the neck
from washing it. She should be wearing
a raincoat, an old one, dirty
from not having money enough for the cleaners.
She will take out her glasses, and there
in the bookstore, she will thumb
over my poems, then put the book back
up on its shelf. She will say to herself,
"For that kind of money, I can get
my raincoat cleaned." And she will.