Julia- Your journal offers a wonderful collection of poems, reflections, and short story. I really enjoyed your poems which harbor back to Byron and Shelby(i believe that's what he wrote- illegible script!)You may want to present these to the literary magazine at WCC.
I hope you continue to write your journal entres: don't stop being an optimist!
A+ (motha fucka!)
I feel like a loser getting such pleasure in recognition from a teacher. Has to do with family issues most like but whatever. I was very touched by what he wrote in the last line, for it indeed means he read all my journal entries. In journal entry #23 I discuss my disapointment in what life has to offer so far, and how dispite all this I try to remain an optimist. Its nice to know that someone actually gives a crap. I wish I had read his note to me before the semester ended so I could tell him how much I appreciated that he actually read my works.
A poem from lord Byron
- HE walks in beauty, like the night
- Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
- And all that's best of dark and bright
- Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
- Thus mellow'd to that tender light
- Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
- One shade the more, one ray the less,
- Had half impair'd the nameless grace
- Which waves in every raven tress,
- Or softly lightens o'er her face;
- Where thoughts serenely sweet express
- How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
- And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
- So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
- The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
- But tell of days in goodness spent,
- A mind at peace with all below,
- A heart whose love is innocent!