Hello Readers,
I am now in my sixth year of college. I'm still learning more about myself and the world and what I like and what I don't like in the world of academia. (I’m still learning how to jump through meaningless hoops, too.) I'm taking the General English Studies program, which really just lets me take a whole bunch of electives in English; it doesn’t really point me in a specific direction.
What I found out so far is that I don't like literary criticism very much. Well, sometimes I do, but sometimes I don't. And I found out that I don't like learning the phonetic alphabet by heart. And I found out that I quickly tire of taking classes on how to teach English well.
But I do like reading and writing. I'm going to take some creative writing classes next semester, and I look forward to that. Hopefully that will be good for me. Oh, and teaching English 105 is a spectacular experience. I'm having a lot of fun and learning a lot doing that.
I get to choose the topic for my Language and Linguistics class term paper, and I chose metaphors. These aren’t the metaphors in poems, really, but they’re the metaphors we unconsciously use in everyday life. As part of my research, I just started reading a fascination book, Metaphors we Live By by George Lakoff and Mark Johnson.
Google it. I gotta go.
Sincerely,
Telemoonfa
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Metaphors
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
Sylvia Plath
i know it's a poem, but it is also life. if you solve the riddle you'll know what i mean. just thought it would perhaps be of interest to you.
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