- Exercise your eye muscles at least twice every day. Otherwise you'll probably die.
- Also, hand muscles. We do a lot a writing in that class (In a literature class? No freaking way)
- Get used to a constant stream of poetry invading your brain
- Caffeine all day er'r day
- Avoid sparknotes at all costs
- Don't fall asleep in class unless you want to write about it
- Practice fake crying to get out of everything
- Pretend you've been writing your essay for months when really all you have is a blank document (it works)
- Hide your food in your backpack
- Read like it's nobody's business.
Showing posts with label don't ask. Show all posts
Showing posts with label don't ask. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
How to Survive AP Lit
Sunday, December 23, 2012
He
I want to kiss his cliche
and make him mine,
while sucking his
fear away.
I look at the words I write
and cross them out,
and begin again.
and again
ending with a blank page
much like I do
when I am with him
and want to say
all the clever things
to make him stay.
He is complicated
as a spiderweb,
as distant as the moon,
and I would follow him
to the stars
and wait for his return.
He is hope
and innocence,love and time.
I would go to him
with open hands
and beg him to be mine.
But I have no spark
to ignite his flame for me
So days move on,
and he sees me
with my happy facade,
and does not ask to hear
what I have to say.
and make him mine,
while sucking his
fear away.
I look at the words I write
and cross them out,
and begin again.
and again
ending with a blank page
much like I do
when I am with him
and want to say
all the clever things
to make him stay.
He is complicated
as a spiderweb,
as distant as the moon,
and I would follow him
to the stars
and wait for his return.
He is hope
and innocence,love and time.
I would go to him
with open hands
and beg him to be mine.
But I have no spark
to ignite his flame for me
So days move on,
and he sees me
with my happy facade,
and does not ask to hear
what I have to say.
Tags:
don't ask,
not a blog post to be graded,
poetry,
prose
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