Oh, the situational irony.

I enjoyed the irony this week while we were editing someone else's opinion on bias.

I also explored the types of conflict during my tennis matches. (Man vs. Man- my opponent. Man vs. Weather- the random wind and rain. Man vs. Self- my increasingly irritated thoughts with my opponent, the wind, and the rain.)

I also contemplated symbolism of everyday things, graphed the three-act structure of my weekend, and thoroughly considered what my thoughts would look like if they had a font.

Literature is no longer simply part of my life; my life is simply part of literature. Technically, we didn't discuss the takeover of literary analysis in class--more so, I've been discussing class with myself all week.

Throughout your day, just see how quickly your thoughts are consumed and modeled around the techniques which weigh down our backpacks in 4.3 pounds of pure Bedford.


Though this blog is short, I feel it's sufficient. I've already written enough this week.


“Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.”
-C.S. Lewis