Who am I?

If my life and past experiences could be compared to any of the Gatsby characters, it would probably be Mr. Wilson. None of my ex-es were ever hit by a car or anything, but other than that I feel like I have been in his shoes. I know what it is like to feel like you’ve given someone all you have and it still not be good enough. They still seem discontent and bitter towards you. I know what it is like to devote yourself to a relationship and be cheated on and lied to. You think things are going okay and then you find some evidence that it is clearly not. I’ve gone out of my way to try to save an unhappy relationship (or two, or three J ) only to be let down in the end. Mr. Wilson was never going to be good enough for Myrtle. No matter how far away he took her or how hard he worked for her, she was looking for things too materialistic for him to ever be able to provide. And if he could have, she still would have found something to be unhappy about because that’s just how people like her are.

Pronto :)

Pronto last night was fun! At first I didn’t think I would really like Pronto, but it is awesome to get to chat with and get to know my classmates a little better. I really enjoy getting to hear about other people’s views on the things we are reading, especially the poetry! It is interesting to see the many different perspectives from which a poem can be read. I must say that Pronto sessions are one of the things that makes this class more fun and remarkable. It’s incredible how quickly the hour goes by and how much I learn! I am really glad I tried it out!

The Good Ole Days...

The poetry of William Carlos Williams really spoke to me for some reason. Oddly the shortest of his works included in this book stirred the most thought from me. His poem "The Red Wheelbarrow" was my favorite. It took me back to my childhood, playing on my grandpa's farm. There was always a red wheelbarrow leaned up against the barn where he stored the feed. When I stayed there he would wake me up early, make me his famous pancakes, bacon, and "dippy" eggs; and then we would go out and feed the animals. I love my Papaw very much, and I will never forget the good times I spent with him out on the farm. On that note, I think I will give him a call right now.... : )