The Farewell Blog

These last couple of weeks have all been about goodbyes (and pretending to do my directed study work)-- from signing "Have a nice life!" in yearbooks or otherwise treating yearbook entries as confessionals. But instead of these trite little farewells, lit has helped us go out with our grand last lectures. And here are my thoughts:

I'm sorry if I ever gave the impression that I disrespected anyone in my last lecture (as some of you might have gathered). I don't think I could ever give an accurate view of my life up until now without an existentialist perspective. It's not that I hate religion or that I'm scared of it. It's that it has just never played a role in my life. And I'm sorry for those who thought my lecture was depressing because it wasn't meant to be. I'm not sure where I would be in life if I couldn't sit back and remark on all of its irony. I look inside myself for strength, and mostly I laugh really hard for hours. But that's just me.

On a grander note, I was overall under-whelmed with our presentations. Not because I think you guys are boring (haha, I know I know, I'm really boring) but because of how the project was presented to us. I get the feeling that most of us didn't really open up during our speeches, and the one's who did almost couldn't go anywhere with it. I want to say it's because of you Ms. Marcy. I'm sorry. I felt that you could have opened up to us more, and maybe we could have opened up to you. That also doesn't mean we had to give sob stories to make a point. We just had to be real, and maybe we felt that we couldn't be real because if we did, you might not agree with it.

After sitting in on Ms. Clinch's class lectures I began to realize that everyone in their class was a family bonded together by their teacher, whose open life inspired interest. They were able to communicate freely, most not needing powerpoints, and some using -gasp- bad language to get their messages across. I hate that, for some reason, I was never able to connect with our reading or grow as a writer. And now that it's over, I can gladly say I won't miss lit class.

So farewell lit class. Farewell blog. It was nice knowin' ya (but you never really did know me).