Sacrifice of a Song

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I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who would rather not have to do poetry analysis, and I'm pretty sure there are people who are fine or even love the fact that the essay section of the exam is on poetry. Poetry has always been sort of hrm... wishy-washy? to me, because there's just so many things to say about a particular poem, and at the same time, only so much. It's all interpretation but... I don't know. I'm just babbling, I think. Give me regular prose anyday. I wasn't really looking forward to the exam (is anyone, really?) but knowing it's poetry waiting for me at the end is seriously a bit depressing. I like the rhythm, I like the rhyme, but don't make me analyze it cauz that takes the enjoyment out of it.

I need to study periods. I need to study periods. I need to study periods.

It's comforting to know that the exam is not going to be a complete failure for me. I actually did recognize stuff. But! Even though I knew the authors, I didn't know what period they wrote in. And considering the ID section asked for the period, that's pretty bad. I think I need to do a general overview study, so that I get an idea of how the writing is in each period, and stick authors together with their period. Knowing that Charlotte Perkins Gilman was the author of the Yellow Wallpaper, and even recognizing the Yellow Wallpaper doesn't help all that much when I can't place the work.

And another thing. It's depressing to think that the passages that we did see on the sample exam aren't likely to come up for ours. I actually knew them! ...But they wouldn't be so nice to us, hah. So yes, have to study periods and authors associated with those periods. Hope my memory can handle it.

I'm lying on a bed, staring up at the ceiling. It's dark, and I can hear the sound of footsteps approaching. There is the jingle of keys and someone calls out for me to get up. I ignore it but that man yells again for me to get up in a really loud voice. I slide off the bed and make my way foward. There are bars in front of me; I'm in a cell. The man tells me to stick my hands out through the hole. I look down and see this small rectangular square that interrupts the bars. I stick both my hands through it and there's the immediate click of cuffs.

Gets kinda vague here though I do remember being told to do something. Next thing I know, I'm on a bus staring out through a fenced window. Overhead, it's cloudy and it looks like it's just about to storm. There are other people on the bus, and a guard yells at one of them to stop talking.

Then, for some reason, I start to bang my head against the fenced window, over and over and over again. Someone rushes over to stop me. Surprisingly, while I don't feel any pain, I can feel the blood trickling down.

Lately, I've been feeling trapped by a lot of things. Obligations, promises that I've made, school... That's probably where part of the dream comes from. And probably it's also stemming from too much Prison Break? Haha. And novels that I've been really hooked on lately deal with a conspiracy, where the head of a terrorist organization is hiding himself out in a state penitentiary. I should really learn not to read before bed if it's going to give me dreams like this.

Dentists are not my favorite people in the world. Not that I have anything against my dentist, but I just don't like them in general. Since I haven't had many dreams lately, and I don't have anyone to bug right now for a dream, this is one that I don't remember much of.

I'm running for the bus and manage to catch one that's right at the corner, and get to the dentist's office. But then I'm kept waiting. When I do finally get called, they put me in one of the rooms. A lady comes in, puts on gloves, turns on the TV, takes off the gloves & throws them away. She puts on a new pair, sets a cup of water by the small sink next to me, and throws away those pairs of gloves. The dentist comes in and puts on a pair of gloves. Then he takes them off and puts them on again.

That's as much as I remember. If there was something traumatizing or abnormal about it, beyond the gloves and stuff, my brain's suppressing it.

I bombed that one. Can I have the first one back please?

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Guess it's all luck on what passages get thrown at us on the real thing. Not really looking forward to it but best get cracking.

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