CM1120 Critical Reading and Writing I

What with this being a blog post and all, I'm sure honesty is of little consequence as long as I do manage to create some form of productive writting. So I will admit that, having left my English book at home (and inadvertently any and all potential to write about a piece of literature we've covered in class), I am going to create an opinionated summary of the course itself.

 This English course has been an interesting one. I can say that as opposed to "gruelling", "challenging" or "I'm going to fail this so badly it isn't even funny" because I do have an innate ability to excel in English and writing (unlike in any of my other courses). However, I do have several issues that I might as well address to fill up some more space. Firstly, I have to ask why all the poems and stories we've covered are so depressing? Its a little ridiculous what with children being beaten, teenagers taking drugs and Asian women being ripped in half by trains. Reading something with a happy ending, at least once before the semester is out, would be very relieving. Second, the workload AND method of completing said work. I'm a big fan of using technology and integrating it into the curriculum, but being one of (if not the only) student in class without access to a computer at home is a big drawback. Though the library is available until 7:00-8:00pm, this doesn't always suit a busy scheudule like my own, and being able to work on blogs and research papers late at night would surely boost my productivity.

In any case, that's my little overview of CM1120. I do enjoy the course, and I feel as though my writing ability has improved over the course's duration. Ummm... Well, since I haven't really got a concrete thesis statement... CM1120 is pretty cool, later!

"My Son My Executioner", said the selfish father.

 This poem is ridiculous. What business does a father have feeling the effects of impeding death as he looks at his infant son?! Maybe this is just me being overwhelmed with my apparently strong paternal instincts, but if I had a son (in the future of course, or in an alternate reality whereby a female would choose to elope with me), I wouldn't be thinking about how this is the next step towards the grave. Having a child is supposed to be one of the happiest moments of anyone's life, and for that man to spoil it with his own negativity... I don't whether I ought to feel pity or anger. "We twenty-five and twenty-two,/ Who seemed to live forever,/ Observe enduring life in you/ And start to die together." If this man believes that in having a child, his life force has been flooded into this child, never to return, he really, really needs to take a biology class.