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Dec. 17th, 2005 04:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Here's a new poem I wrote.
The night before last, I had a dream in which I was writing an exam (in a crowded restaurant, with my father and sister), and had not read any of the last several chapters of the relevant textbook, so that the questions on the exam made no sense to me. There was no system in place to actually penalize me if I were to open the book and find the answers, so I was expending a lot of energy to resist that urge, which didn't seem to be in the spirit of the thing. This is the first time I have ever had any version of this dream; I think that there's some metric by which I am now officially a college student.
(My waking finals, which grew progressively more challenging and earlier in the day over the first part of the week, until finally for Sociology I had to write two essays at 8:30 in the morning, are all done with now. I think they went okay.)
On Thursday, which was very sunny and calm, cola was at my house, and I watched and laughed as he sat at my computer for an hour or two, playing intently with various absurd modifications of some photographs I'd taken. It made me very nostalgic for the multimedia room.
The night before last, I had a dream in which I was writing an exam (in a crowded restaurant, with my father and sister), and had not read any of the last several chapters of the relevant textbook, so that the questions on the exam made no sense to me. There was no system in place to actually penalize me if I were to open the book and find the answers, so I was expending a lot of energy to resist that urge, which didn't seem to be in the spirit of the thing. This is the first time I have ever had any version of this dream; I think that there's some metric by which I am now officially a college student.
(My waking finals, which grew progressively more challenging and earlier in the day over the first part of the week, until finally for Sociology I had to write two essays at 8:30 in the morning, are all done with now. I think they went okay.)
On Thursday, which was very sunny and calm, cola was at my house, and I watched and laughed as he sat at my computer for an hour or two, playing intently with various absurd modifications of some photographs I'd taken. It made me very nostalgic for the multimedia room.
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Date: 2005-12-18 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-18 05:36 am (UTC)-Andy H.
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Date: 2005-12-18 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-18 03:15 am (UTC)PS. The poem is lovely. I should like to talk to you about it.
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Date: 2005-12-20 05:14 am (UTC)Another neat one is this picture of Fog City.
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Date: 2005-12-20 05:28 am (UTC)-Garran
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Date: 2005-12-20 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-20 08:38 am (UTC)But it's a nice picture!
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:40 pm (UTC)