Haikus...Ugh
My friend, Ginamonster worte in her blog about taking up haiku writing. I hate poetry.
Ugh, Haikus. I despise poetry in general.
Ever eat so much of something that you never want to eat it again? That is how poetry is for me.
Back in high school, my regular English teacher was out on maternity leave, then spent several weeks on vacation. The substitute misunderstood her intructions for the class.
The regular teacher wanted 9 days of poetry lessons.
Instead, the sub made us suffer through 9 WEEKS of nothing but poetry. (This is when I began to consider the merits of home schooling.)
We were required to keep a journal and to write poetry in them each day.
The first two weeks were ok, thinking, "This has to end some time." Little did I know.
By week three, we were doing haikus. By week three, I had discussed everything that a 15 year old has ever thought about. I began to make up stuff just to fill the pages.
By week 5, I began writing poetry about how much I hate poetry. I wrote how it makes me want to vomit. I wrote how poetry class is like a prison.
During week 9, we had no idea our regular teacher was about to return. I dedicated the entire week to writing different forms of poetry on how I can kill and torture the teacher for putting us through this ironman poetry competition.
I remember the haiku I wrote:
Knives are not enough
Deserving a painful death
Poetry teacher
I got an "A" for the class because of that poem. The teacher said I had really blossomed. A redneck guy does not "blossom".
Should I ever be captured by terrorists, I can handle anything...I've been through poetry class.
Ugh, Haikus. I despise poetry in general.
Ever eat so much of something that you never want to eat it again? That is how poetry is for me.
Back in high school, my regular English teacher was out on maternity leave, then spent several weeks on vacation. The substitute misunderstood her intructions for the class.
The regular teacher wanted 9 days of poetry lessons.
Instead, the sub made us suffer through 9 WEEKS of nothing but poetry. (This is when I began to consider the merits of home schooling.)
We were required to keep a journal and to write poetry in them each day.
The first two weeks were ok, thinking, "This has to end some time." Little did I know.
By week three, we were doing haikus. By week three, I had discussed everything that a 15 year old has ever thought about. I began to make up stuff just to fill the pages.
By week 5, I began writing poetry about how much I hate poetry. I wrote how it makes me want to vomit. I wrote how poetry class is like a prison.
During week 9, we had no idea our regular teacher was about to return. I dedicated the entire week to writing different forms of poetry on how I can kill and torture the teacher for putting us through this ironman poetry competition.
I remember the haiku I wrote:
Knives are not enough
Deserving a painful death
Poetry teacher
I got an "A" for the class because of that poem. The teacher said I had really blossomed. A redneck guy does not "blossom".
Should I ever be captured by terrorists, I can handle anything...I've been through poetry class.
posted by Sensei at
08:41
1 Comments:
I have felt that way sine poetry was shoved down my throat in High School too. Pity that such a wonderful form of expression can be drilled down to a mere annoyance. But In High School, we weren't allowed to write peotry about pubic hairs in the bathtub. so the art is having a revival in my mind. Previously, I believe the only dirty poems I had heard were limericks. And people always trailed off before they got good. I'm glad you got an A on that poem though. I think it's funny.
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