Tomorrow is the start of my shiny new semester. I am excited. I took on more than a full load this time because I hate sleeping. One of my classes is Poetry. I think I bought four books for this class. I have a wonderful habit of writing in every book I buy, so you can bet that these texts will stay on my bookshelf for the rest of my life. When I pass maybe someone will crack the dusty binding open and see the poorly drawn daisies on most pages and nonsensical notes that I took.
But, I don’t like poetry. When I signed up for the class I immediately thought of this comic from Toothpaste For Dinner:
Well, first off, I don’t hate poetry. I really don’t. But I don’t want to write it. It’s kind of like the reason I am not a lesbian. I appreciate the beauty of women, but I have no desire to have one for myself. Just the same, I have no desire to have poetry in my life. But, the University says I gotta take this class if I want to get that document to hang above my desk.
How does one learn to like poetry? Is it like learning to love asparagus? My parents’ method was to have me sit at the dinner table for literally hours until I allowed the cold slithery mounds of mush to make their way down my throat. Later in life I found that I did like asparagus, just not the canned variety that my mother was so found of.
Sure, I can handle prose at times. But when I have to listen to fellow classmates read line after line of confusing amaturish jibber-jabber I really do cringe. And it is not something I am proud of. I will be in the group of jibber-jabberers (my spell check is LOVING these words) as well. I think that is what I am most hesitant about in this class. Reading aloud what I write. I can do that with non-fiction and even with some fiction, but man, I don’t want to read poetry.
And on that note, you know what else I somewhat dislike about the first day of classes? The meet and greet questions. Like, “Everybody go around the room and state your name and your favorite Popsicle flavor” There’s always those people in class that can turn their answer into a five minute long autobiography.
The reasons I have aversions to these things is not because they are without merit. I am sure that they break the ice in some form or another, but I get so scared of talking in front of people that I usually end up squawking as opposed to talking. They should make more classes online. I can certainly type up a storm without hesitation.
I hope they spend a great deal of time on haikus. I can write the heck outta those:
member that one time,
we went to the skating rink
and it looked so small?