Day 2: The Juggle, The Drowning, and The Mustache

Today I spent my time editing, writing, and juggling. Unlike my other peers doing a project, I woke up at 7 for an 8:15 spanish class. After Spanish, I met with Ellen and we discussed how a blog entry should look and how to focus on just one thing and write about it. I cleared my head and let my mind wander to a subject that was deep in the back...black flies and mosquito bites. I wrote a rough draft of a poem called "The Itch." The itch started as a poem vividly describing how the annoyance of the bug's presence is just as annoying as the itch itself. It was then when i started playing with the symbolism of the word Itch and how myself i am itching for school to end and itching for work to be done. My mind continued to wander and I started to write a poem called "The Drowning" where I showed imagery of myself drowning in a squall at sea. I am unable to take a breath of air. The is my metaphor for having so much work between SP, a 10 page history paper, and spanish that it has found a way to literally kill me.  After my writing session I had a history class and studied for a history test tomorrow on WWII. Tonight someone told me I would look good with a small mustache, similar to the one Hitler wore. This brought up the topic on how Hitler ruined what was probably a perfectly acceptable look until his reign. Those who have the facial structure to pull off this style now have one more reason to dislike the monster of a man Adolph Hitler. Someone said I should write a poem as the  voice of someone frustrated with the negative connotations this facial piece gives off (as they wish to have that fashion but know what society will say) This was interesting to me. As fun as it  could be I opted not to get further into it as i know the subject could upset people. I will try and veer from this type of humor in my writing.  This evening  I will edit my work and study for my other classes.