Yesterday, I had some things happen, which I will not mention...
I decided to drop out of Business class because taking five classes was too much, on top of work and my plan of working out at the gym. I also want to be able to have my own time, for pleasure.
Today, I didn't do much. I just woke up and went to my classes (Major Themes in Lit., and Math). Yeah, it was a pretty boring day today and yesterday. Nothing exciting. We get those days sometimes or often :)
I also checked out Kaavya Viswanathan's book called How Opal Mehta Got kissed, Got Wild, And Got A Life. I heard rumours that her book was plagiarized. I don't care if it is. It's a well written book, so far. I am enjoying it :D I also checked out Nikki Giovanni's book of poems. She is one of my most inspiring and favorite poets :) :)
Yesterday, I was trying to find a poem by Wole Soyinka. I was going to give one to my friend Sal, for her birthday, today but I didn't. Also, her unique name just reminded me how unique Wole's name was. Though, I did find this:
Dedication by Wole Soyinka
for Moremi, 1963
Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors
Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its fall
Taste this soil for death and plumb her deep for life
As this yam, wholly earthed, yet a living tuber
To the warmth of waters, earthed as springs
As roots of baobab, as the hearth.
The air will not deny you. Like a top
Spin you on the navel of the storm, for the hoe
That roots the forests plows a path for squirrels.
Be ageless as dark peat, but only that rain's
Fingers, not the feet of men, may wash you over.
Long wear the sun's shadow; run naked to the night.
Peppers green and red—child—your tongue arch
To scorpion tail, spit straight return to danger's threats
Yet coo with the brown pigeon, tendril dew between your lips.
Shield you like the flesh of palms, skyward held
Cuspids in thorn nesting, insealed as the heart of kernel—
A woman's flesh is oil—child, palm oil on your tongue
Is suppleness to life, and wine of this gourd
From self-same timeless run of runnels as refill
Your podlings, child, weaned from yours we embrace
Earth's honeyed milk, wine of the only rib.
Now roll your tongue in honey till your cheeks are
Swarming honeycombs—your world needs sweetening, child.
Camwood round the heart, chalk for flight
Of blemish—see? it dawns!—antimony beneath
Armpits like a goddess, and leave this taste
Long on your lips, of salt, that you may seek
None from tears. This, rain-water, is the gift
Of gods—drink of its purity, bear fruits in season.
Fruits then to your lips: haste to repay
The debt of birth. Yield man-tides like the sea
And ebbing, leave a meaning of the fossilled sands.
Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors
Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its fall
Taste this soil for death and plumb her deep for life
As this yam, wholly earthed, yet a living tuber
To the warmth of waters, earthed as springs
As roots of baobab, as the hearth.
The air will not deny you. Like a top
Spin you on the navel of the storm, for the hoe
That roots the forests plows a path for squirrels.
Be ageless as dark peat, but only that rain's
Fingers, not the feet of men, may wash you over.
Long wear the sun's shadow; run naked to the night.
Peppers green and red—child—your tongue arch
To scorpion tail, spit straight return to danger's threats
Yet coo with the brown pigeon, tendril dew between your lips.
Shield you like the flesh of palms, skyward held
Cuspids in thorn nesting, insealed as the heart of kernel—
A woman's flesh is oil—child, palm oil on your tongue
Is suppleness to life, and wine of this gourd
From self-same timeless run of runnels as refill
Your podlings, child, weaned from yours we embrace
Earth's honeyed milk, wine of the only rib.
Now roll your tongue in honey till your cheeks are
Swarming honeycombs—your world needs sweetening, child.
Camwood round the heart, chalk for flight
Of blemish—see? it dawns!—antimony beneath
Armpits like a goddess, and leave this taste
Long on your lips, of salt, that you may seek
None from tears. This, rain-water, is the gift
Of gods—drink of its purity, bear fruits in season.
Fruits then to your lips: haste to repay
The debt of birth. Yield man-tides like the sea
And ebbing, leave a meaning of the fossilled sands.
That's good, huh? I liked it, even though I didn't really understand it...
Anywayy, I have to go write my essay (which I will post on here, perhaps tomorrow), for English 102. It is due tomorrow. I'll explain the whole thing when I post the essay.
I also didn't do my first "writing" assignment for English 203 (Major Themes in Lit.). I was supposed to write a short summary and make a few bullited notes, for the short story A & P by John Updike, but I had given Jonathan my assignment paper (because he didn't make it to class). The story seemed SO tedious to me. I didn't even really understand it. I had to do some research. Still, there was no excuse why I shouldn't have done it. Oh well. I will do my first essay that is due October 1st.
...Don't worry, dad...
Until then,
Michael
P.S.
I haven't told you, but I took the drug test the day of my interview. The results should arrive tomorrow or on Monday. Whichever day, that's when I get to start training for my job :D Let's hope it arrives by Monday so I can take the weekend off before I start! (and yes....I will pass the test)
Michael, if you dont pass that test, then you'd better hope for the best. Or else someones been going into your room at night and sneaking drugs into your ears (lol!) idk, theres a new type of drug that they take through their ear now, called (enter some random name here) ahaha xDD. j/k. you'll do good on the first day of training. Let me know how it went! ^.^ buisness class sounds time consumeing... i'd much rather have free time for myself. Good luck with the unfinished essay!
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