the end

Looking over my blog postings, I think the three that stand out to me are Notes of a Native Son, MIddle Passage, and Waste Land.  I chose these three as my best because they are the posts that I found a meaning in the writing and wanted to know more or really questioned why it was so important to American litature. In Notes of a Native Son, I am still left wondering the same thoughts as I did in my post and to my surprise want to look more into what people thought about it too. The middle passage I found interesting and I was able to find how ironic things were because of my history111 class. It was nice to engage with knowledge I had. The Waste Land left me wondering what the heck? and it was the first real time I felt confidante in saying that in class. My ideas of lituerature have changed since the start of class, it mad me look into authors I would probably not chose on my own and on top of it, I got to learn why its important and the reasoning for it. I have learneed alot from this class, the main thing is there are many types of writing and with a little thought and energy it can open up a whole new way of thinking or viewing the world.

My evlaution of my performance this semster is mixed. I feel that I exeled in classroom disscusion and my papers but I aslo feel that the bloging and the 8 am quizes were my arch nemesis. My stregnths as a writer are great and sadly I finnally understand the idea of blogging and how its just writting thoughts, unfornutatly for me this comes too late since this is the last blog I have. I would say that this blogging has been my weekness this semster but I do feel confident that I have over come my disdain for it, so that is somthing I will take with me. I even wrote in my blog with my friend to there surprise.

I wish I could say an A+, for my grade in this class, but I know that is not what I will get. I feel like I have overcome alot this semster and unfortuanly my grade isnt an emotional one. I realized that I have lost my drive and my for lack of a better word spark, inside myself. This class has made me relize that I cannot let my Rheumatiod Arthritis and A.D.D. drag me down. I do know that through the readings and talking with my intructo,r that I am now aware of what I have let slip away and as the tears well in my eyes I have some changes to make. I know my blogging skills are not the best but I will walk away proud of myself for not shutting down complety and ending the class doing them. SO take that A.D.D! :) I did it! and it may not seem like a huge accomlishment to others but to me its huge! I do have to say I dont feel I deserve a C because I  feel and know I accomplished so much more.

Thank you for all your insight that you may not have realized and your enthustiasm is inspiring. Best to you and your life.

Lindsay

Pynchon...

I find it alarming that although I see the strangeness of the names of the characters and the odd statements that they make and yet I don't think to look into it more. Why? I’m not sure maybe because I am so focused on detangling what I am reading that I do not take the opportunity to let it soak in, or it could be the fact that I am more occupied with what prompted the writer to even write this. Once again I am intrigued not by the work but by the reasoning behind it. I would never find myself sitting in a room thinking of such things, so why? Does this man find it so inspiring to write such a novel? Is it fun or is it an artistic statement? In some ways I envy someone that can sit and produce a novel with so much thought and passion behind what they are trying to write. When I can barely commit to writing a blog, or finishing, even starting a passion I may have.