Favorite Piece

My favorite piece we read this whole semester was "Where are you going, where have you been?". I found this the most interesting because it had a message that was still true today. Girls are still caught up on image and being older. Its an issue that will always be relevant. I am glad I was able to read and analyze this with my discussion group. I learned so much from reading that piece.

Final Week

As We enter the final week of our literature course, (which lets me honest, as a nursing major I was not looking forward too), I have found a new interest in reading and looking more into what I read. I have learned how to analze and look at the bigger picture. I have also learned more literary terms than I knew before. It has been great, and I now have a better understanding of literature.

Reading Plays

This week we were asked to read plays. Although I have recently found an interest in reading for pleasure, I was unsure how this would go, reading what is meant for more than one person alone. I ventured into this thinking it would be horrible, but to my surprise it was just like reading a story. The plot and characters fall into place as they would in a short story or novel.

Lit Circle Week

This week we had lit circles. I chose three poems which were all about athletes. The firt was "An athlete dying young". I felt that this poem was a great way to look at the life of any person who dies young before their glory ends. Life can be rejoyced even though  a life is lost before they have lived their life.
The next peom was "Ex basketball player". This is the opposite of the previous poem. In this poem we can picture a person who has lived a great life and had their fame but have been forgoten. Comparing each of these poems, we can see the life that can be lived either after living a while or dying before they have had a chance to live. Each shares a message of hope.

Poetry

This week we started poetry. I have to say that its not my favorite thing to read. I was really starting to enjoy the short stories. Poetry to me is not a story, but thoughts that can make a point. I soon found this week that that was not the case. In "My Papas Waltz" we can see the brutal life this boy lived through a few short lines. He explains the pain and agony he had to endure each day his dad came home drunk. I now have a better understanding of how to interpret poetry.