Class Reflection

Class Reflection
    Literature has never been my strongest subject in school.  I often find most of the reading in these classes to be boring, and a waste of my time.  Poetry and stories that were written centuries ago are usually are hard for me to comprehend.  Therefore, I thought this class was either going to be extremely challenging or boring.
       To my surprise this class was not boring, but it was challenging at times.  Thankfully I did not find the stories to be dull, or a complete waste of my time.  Some of the poems were difficult to understand, but I was lucky to have a great teacher help me understand them.  Professor Candia made me feel comfortable asking questions about topics I didn't fully understand. She also made herself available through email which was helpful if I had a question outside the classroom. I did find Professor Candia to be a bit of a tough, but fair grader at times.  Although, she assigns blog assignments, counts class participation as well as attendance, and the final blog project all help her students’ grades.
       I started this class with a very negative attitude towards literature. Professor Candia was able to make literature more enjoyable and interesting for me as a student.  I have developed a new appreciation for literature throughout this semester.  I would without a doubt take another class taught by Professor Candia, and highly recommend taking English 102!

EMILY DICKINSON
     "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson.  She writes about death, and immortality. Death was often the subject in Emily Dickinson's poems. She was inspired to write about death after the death of her own father. Her father's death drastically changed her life. She didn't leave her house, and wrote thousands of poems. Also Dickinson also writes about how fast life truly is in this poem.  "We passed the School, where Children strove," (Dickinson 9). She is talking about the early part of life. "We passed the Setting Sun"(Dickinson 12).  She is writing about the ending of life.


Hemingway
      "Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada.  Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada." (Hemingway 146)
In this passage Hemingway recites the prayer "Our Father" with a twist.  He replaced any words that relate to religion, such as God, heaven, and sins with the word nada.  The word nada is Spanish for the word nothing.  Hemingway is using an unique way to establish to the reader that there is no such thing as religion or faith in his eyes.  He is saying God is nothing, heaven is nothing, and there are no such things as sins.

Overview of Edgar Allan Poe
      Edgar Allan Poe was a very interesting person.  Despite being one of the greatest writers of all time, Poe lived a very sad life.  He battled issues with gambling and alcoholism.  His wealthy father didn't leave him a penny in his will.  He married the love of his life, who happened to be his cousin.  But she died of tuberculosis soon after their marriage.  Today, he is known for being the author of stories, such as "The Raven", "Cask of Amontillado", and "The Tell-Tale Heart."  Poe's writing was very dark and gloomy.  He often wrote horror stories about murders, torture, and death.

"American Village"
It would be nice if it was winter all year round
It would be nice if it snowed everyday
It would be nice if I could ice skate 24 hours a day

It would be nice if the village was bigger
It would be nice if the village built a new rink
It would be nice if the mayor of the village shared my views

It would be nice if hockey season was 365 days
It would be nice if I was on a hockey team
It would be nice if the Whalers were still a team

It would be nice if I could play hockey forever
It would be nice if I could become a professional
It would be nice if everyone had a strong relationship with hockey

But that is unlikely
Unlikely
Unlikely
Very unlikely


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