“Letters-121″

Dear Marlen,

I sat down and started to write you a letter but it did not feel right to me.  All semester long we have been writing these poems day in and day out and I felt that is how my reflective letter should be too.  I hope you enjoy it.  If not, well then we’re going to have a problem here..

I sit back relax, think about class; reflect and take a drag from this burning cigarette;

My thoughts now at an apex, yet complex; after taking this class with no regret;

Started last semester with just my own jester to sign up for your English 101;

The work load; hard to focus, but yet an apotheosis moment when I was done;

You swung my emotions for school from lazy to fucking insane and crazy;

I went from a closed seed; this class is what I need to become a full blossomed daisy;

Now becoming full grown and strong, thinking nothing could go wrong, I entered Humanities Lit;

Cocky; just a bit. Now giving a shit. I can’t give up, can’t quit. I am writing poems everyday using the entire alphabet.

Each time I dig deeper and deeper expressing with words out of my own soul;

Telling stories I never told to anybody, but now anyone can read them now if their on the blogroll.

This class treats my daily thirst for knowledge as its own brain quencher;

We sit here each day learning something new about the Hero’s Adventure.

For us to learn as students we must listen, like Siddhartha and the river;

It is our preparation for the journey like the: Innocent, Orphan, Warrior and Caregiver.

To read Joseph Campbell, it’s a gamble;

The man’s philosophical views can turn your life into a dream or a fucking shamble.

Odysseus’s journey left Penelope at home feeling nothing but stress;

I wonder if they used condoms back then when fooling around with a temptress;

A story of rabbits with human characteristics in Watership Down;

Set in England’s downs, I wonder if all rabbits dream of finding a new town;

This class let’s my knowledge expand farther and farther so don’t test me;

I am on a mission to find myself like my boy Hermann Hesse;

To get them three participation points you better be a talker;

Read up on your shit every day, especially now that Alice Walker;

My goals and aspirations are simple in my considerations;

I want to be able to expand my thinking;

Be able to talk to my friends about other things than late night drinking;

Grow as an individual, and a free lanced thinker;

Be able to pass a class with reason other than being a sophisticated gun-point/winker;

I want to be able to have the knowledge to write what I feel;

And not just bullshit, but to other people it will appeal;

I sit here and write my reflections on this class to which I take;

I believe it is not our grades at stake, but how far we grow as individuals and the effort we make.

 

This class is once again one of the few I actually enjoy coming to each and every day.  There is never a dull moment in this class for a reason because you make it that much fun for everybody.  What other teacher would set up a fucking web-cam for his students?  It showed your level of commitment to teach us and I realized, “Holy shit, this man truly cares for his students.”   It shows each and every time we enter this classroom.  I cannot wait to see how the rest of this semester pans out.  Through all the bitching I do about the blogs, readings and everything.  I like to keep in the back of my head the apotheosis I had from last semester because I know it will all be worth it.

Sincerely,

            Brock Andrew Kawana