For L.OJ (and Those Who Had My Heart, or Wished I Could Give It To)
You remind me of an October breeze
The cool air that blows on a warm
Prof. Jessica Penner | OL10 | Spring 2021
For L.OJ (and Those Who Had My Heart, or Wished I Could Give It To)
You remind me of an October breeze
The cool air that blows on a warm
My short story experience wasn’t so bad. I was really apprehensive at first, because the last time I wrote a short story (that I can remember), was my sophomore year
Poem 1- “December, 1919” by Claude McKay
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47381/december-1919
Poem 2- “To My Mother” by Edgar Allan Poe
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55569/to-my-mother-56d2374c0d434
“What’s going on between us… beloved?”
“I can’t see anything. I can barely feel anything. All that I know is that there’s nothing beneath me and something is suspending me
A moment that really changed me is when my relationships with integral people in my life was altered. All in the same year. There were a total of three, but
Chapter 1 of The Water Dancer was… interesting. For the bulk of my reading, I was lost for the most part, only being able to make sense of pieces here
Ted didn’t know how to approach the letter. Assigned just over a week ago, and expected by the end of this week, he knew he had to think of something
Jean has been working from home since the Covid-19 pandemic made conditions that way. Thank goodness, in spite of the change of location (or the lack of, considering the circumstances),
A constant disagreement I have with my parents is that I’m not allowed to cook more than two eggs at a time. I think that’s utterly stupid. The rule was
I enjoyed “The First Day”, particularly the way that the narrator skirts the line between the perspective of the day they had as a child and the insight and context
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