| Thursday, March 02, 2006 |
| crash |
I was standing at the bus stop today after class, as I normally do. Cars were wizzing by about 2.5 feet in front of me, and I would venture to say that they were going upwards of 40-50mph. I didn't move at all, though. Once, a really clean one went by and I saw my reflection for a split second. It was a little on the crazy side.
Later during the bus ride, I imagined what it would be like if a car just rammed as fast as it could into the side of the bus while I was in it. This is a recurring vision I have when I'm riding the bus. Weird, huh?
Tonight I did a poetry presentation on Billy Corgan. My overall score was 109 out of 100. I got 20 extra credit points for memorizing a poem of his. Here's why I am angry. First off, I'm not going to contest the grade, so get that idea out of your heads now. But here's what happened:
1) I did the presentation. I thought it was okay, not great, but good enough for a decent grade.
2) The girl after me went. halfway through her FIRST poem, he interjects and says something about how we should be talking about poetry. He has NEVER done this, cause it's all interpretation. Then we were all afraid to talk about it out loud, and he knocked me points for the way I talked about them, when he never said anything, and then totally gave that girl advice in the middle of her presentation - not affecting her.
3) He said I read like Indiana Jones. WHAT?!?!?
No matter how far ahead I feel I get, or how interesting I try to make something, it just doesn't work out. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. On the bus last night, I came up with this poem-esque thing (I don't even want to call it poetry since my teacher so badly chastized us about what a poem is and how to interpret it)
my life is in motion
but i'm not going anywhere
so if time passes with motion
and i'm going nowhere
is time standing still?
passing
but not in motion?
or am i regressing
to a life of clocks
that never see the light of day...
yea... not great, but an idea.
mike |
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