Tuesday, November 15, 2005
between assignments on a rainy day
It’s grey and bleak and rainy and cool here. Maybe November will finally finally settle in? (We’re about to read Jude the Obscure in British novel class… I need the dismal weather to continue for that, at least.) I’ve heard rumors of snow… it’s dark enough and the clouds are low enough. Probably not cold enough, though. In one week—one week!—I’ll be home with sisters and parents.
I just finished reading an essay by Thomas Lynch for my Craft of Writing class. He wrote about poetry and funerals, and I was analyzing it for rhythm and word flow. Beautiful essay, but unlucky me: it means everything I write in this entry will sound dull and, well, floppy in comparison. But that’s how it goes. I’m not Thomas Lynch. (Sorry.)

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