FINALLY!
The spring semester just ended 4 days ago and I welcome the seven-week break. Doug and I are leaving this Friday to visit my family. I am excited to have a change of scenery for even just one week. I love school very much. But it's been hard to go for 7 months with only a week break in between Winter and Spring. Now I have a little more than a month to recoup before going at it again. As far as my grades go- I did pretty well this semester I got 4 A's and 1 B. A respectable report card. I'm proud of myself. :) Only 5 more semesters to go and then I'm out of here for good. Although I've joked with Doug (partially serious) that after I'm got a degree in English, I'd like to go back and get a Nursing degree and after that study event planning and become a wedding planner. :) We'll see what happens.
July 25, 2011
July 15, 2011
Love Poem for Doug
In my creative writing class this week, we were working on poems & poetry. Each person in class had two different objects or ideas they had to combine into one poem. Some students wrote about "rocks" and "death". Others wrote about "rotten food" and "God". My two were "husband" and "love".
When I first was given the writing prompt, I thought, "ugh, this is going to turn out to be a cheesy love poem" So I tried really hard to NOT make it a cheesy love poem.
I wrote this poem in about 15 minutes, so it's not amazing or anything but I am pleased with it. I think it gives you a pretty cute glimpse into our life. It's about Doug always stealing my blankets. :)
When I first was given the writing prompt, I thought, "ugh, this is going to turn out to be a cheesy love poem" So I tried really hard to NOT make it a cheesy love poem.
I wrote this poem in about 15 minutes, so it's not amazing or anything but I am pleased with it. I think it gives you a pretty cute glimpse into our life. It's about Doug always stealing my blankets. :)
Love
I tug on the blankets, hoping for an inch or two of slack
With little success, I climb the mount of down comfort- kissing the top of its head
It starts to rumble, and then roll onto what I perceive is its back
The mass unravels and peels off like the skin of a snake, being shed
I finally receive what I’ve lacked.
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