New Year…

Class is over until the 14th of January. The New Year has just come and gone. My birthday is in less than a week. Already I am on to a good start.

I’m not going to bore anyone (myself included) with resolutions. They never last and are only there to remind me of what I think isn’t good enough about myself. I am already an awesome person. I just need to improve on my awesomeness. I know what I need to do and I don’t need to put it in a list or tell the world.

I have one semester left and then my end of program exam. All of my focus will be on passing my classes and doing the best I can on getting my Master’s Degree. After that, the world will be mine. And I want everything that I can have and take. I will not step on or over anyone to get where I belong, I will not cheat or lie, but I will sell myself as best and truthfully as possible. Hopefully I won’t have to move out of state to do that, but I’m not ruling it out. I’m in a new decade of my life and I’m ready.

Cheers and Prost to everyone! I hope you get everything you’ve ever wanted in this new year. May the pains be small and the laughter plentiful!

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A Wreath for Emmett Till by Marilyn Nelson

Title: A Wreath for Emmett Till

Author: Marilyn Nelson

Illustrator: Philippe Lardy

Publisher: Hougton Mifflin

Published Date: 2005

Emmett Till was only 14 when he was brutally hung and killed. Left in a river to bloat and fester. All because he supposedly whistled at a white man’s wife. Till, being black, was victimized during a time in the U.S. that segregation was in full force. His death was one of several that started the Civil Rights movement. Ms. Nelson captures his death and the world at that time and transforms it into a beautiful poem.

This poem is beautiful. It made me angry, sad and hurt that anyone could do this to another human being. It doesn’t matter the color, race, ethnicity, age, gender or sexual preference. For someone to coldly kill another because of hate is despicable. And for the men who killed Emmett to have gotten away with this murder is not only unjust but plain wrong. I don’t even have the words to describe how I feel about this right now. I’m just sad that it happened. For Ms. Nelson to produce so much beauty in such a horrendous act is a blessing and beauty of its own. I’m a poetry lover and never have I had a poem move me as much. I wish I could explain more about the poem, but it’s just one of those things you will have to read on your own to understand. This poem is great. Read it. It might just change you.

Happy Reading!

R

William Wordsworth

A great poet! Wordsworth is pretty freaking awesome!

The World Is Too Much with Us

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

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