A Great Poem

I had to read the poem "The Flea" by John Donne (published in 1633) for AP Lit, and these are the annotations I made with it when I read it alone + when we went over it in class. It's a witty and complex poem about.... sex. Of course.

(Ignore the other poem. I didn't really look into that one as much.)

It was one of my favorite poems we read, honestly. It's fascinating how creative this poet was about asking for sex.

Outdoors.

The sunrise was perfect this morning. I woke up at around 6:30 to the sounds of nature outside my tent. It was still extremely quiet compared to the loudness we're used to at home (though most of us don't notice it from being used to it). I unzipped the door and stepped out into the crisp morning air. It was only a little bit cold, not even enough for a hoodie. I looked around. Now clear in the barely rising sun were the mountains surrounding our campsite. They weren't extraordinarily tall, but it was oddly comforting to be enclosed in a small clearing between the hills. I gazed east towards the rising sun. Blue, pink, and orange painted the horizon, half-illuminating the hills behind me. The view was fantastic. This is what I live for, damnit. I didn't ruin the moment by taking a picture. Being in nature today was the perfect start to the vacation I didn't know I needed, especially after my frantic state of mind during finals week. In the spirit of camaraderie, me and my friend climbed that hill to look out in the horizon later that evening.

As soon as I got to the top and the wind started blowing on my face, all thoughts vanished, and I disconnected.

Awww

Today when I was coming back from a camping trip, we took a stop for lunch at In-N-Out (a California staple, duh). As I was devouring my food, I saw a young couple come in with a little baby. When I walked past them about to head out, I caught a glimpse of the mother trying to balance a straw on the baby's nose, which I found to be quite adorable. Aww. The mom looked animated and bubbly trying to entertain the baby. 

I had to share that to start off the holidays with some happiness.

A Peak View

 It really was a peak view. Better in real life.

In the Library

Today was one of those days where you're doing something and you just stop and think about what you're doing for a bit. And since I'm one of those people who has as place to jot it down, I decided to document it here.

    After school, I was in my school's tiny library working on some homework. It was around 3:30 in the afternoon, so by this point everyone had left campus. I don't know about other schools, but my school's library is quite bare with only a few tables and chairs. The book selection is pretty much non-existent besides some textbooks, and the rest of the space is used for miscellaneous storage. 

    I love the dead silence while working—I could literally hear the scratch of my pen on the surface of the paper every word I wrote. Sunlight poured into the windows from a setting sun as the shadow of my pen danced around the page. That was pretty cool.

   I stepped out. The cold December air hit me as I looked out across campus to the sunset. It was just around 4 o'clock, so I figured it was time to head home. I love when the campus is virtually empty and I walk out feeling accomplished. 

I went home after.