In class, we began a play called, Hamlet. Truthfully, I never took a large interest in Shakespeare. Even though his diction and style of syntax are revolutionary, I feel too ignorant to fully understand his plays. Even when reading Hamlet, I could barely understand his meaning. Of course when Mrs. Clinch explained it, I immediately understood, but I doubt I could ever try to read any of his plays by myself. Additionally, Mrs. Clinch asked us to index Hamlet if we ever notice any patterns within the play. I saw a few things such a multiple questions, comparisons between light and darkness, and even relations to sickness. Despite the indexing, I do not understand the play to where we have read. Hopefully, I will not completely fail the upcoming exam on Hamlet. I will attempt to be optimistic and maybe, just maybe, I can pass the test while still enjoying the art of Shakespeare.
The class was also assigned to write a poem for the weekend. This particular assignment was very enjoyable. It presented a challenge, yet it was quite entertaining. Although I do not like to write for the sake of writing, I do not mind writing for myself. Poetry is one way I can do that. Because I do not have a diary or journal, I usually keep to myself and keep my emotions hidden. Most teachers believe that I am a typical Asian boy who is happy all the time. Unfortunately, I am not lucky enough to have such a luxury. Although my poem may a little different, dare I say even weird, this assignment gave me a way to express myself and illustrate some of the horrors in my life. I am not some psychotic person, but this poem just an opportunity for me to release some stress I get from daily life. My poem is about death and how one may approach it when it comes. Yes, I know; it sounds very EMO, but do not worry. I have no cuts on my arms. I hope you do not mind Mrs. Clinch, but I just wanted to copy my poem down on this blog.
Title: Too Late
“Why am I here?”As I walk down the steps,
I trip and fall. My lips are cold. I cry.
My face is blue. My eyes stare at the light.
It is then blocked off by a man in White.
I cannot feel my face. My pulse is gone.
The darkness blinds my sight in front of me.
I whisper. But hear no response. I sigh,
Wimper. I wonder why there is no light.
Here now,
Even colder
Like october night
Like winter.
I don’t think it is too bad, but I say again, it is just a way to relieve some stress. Tell me another homework assignment that can do that. HAH!
On another note, we have been assigned another Books on File… I know that this is supposed to be for our benefit, I cannot fathom why we need to do so much work. I can only try my best and see how I do. Hopefully being a senior will not break my legs and crumble the tower I have created since freshman year. I just need to work for one more semester and I am done.
