MAPLAN, MaBrotha!!

Ok so in class today, I had this awesome idea that I could use a Mind Map to plot out the relation between TS Eliot's writing and the goings-on in his personal affairs.  You know, connect the ideas flouting around his head at the time to the ideas flowing across the paper with his name on it. 

I AM T.S. ELIOT

I am a cat fanatic and keep more than a dozen as pets at a time.

I am "Possum" to my friend Ezra Pound.

I am a Nobel Prize winner.

I am the man that wrote,  "This is how the world ends/  Not with a bang, but a whimper."

I am a night watchman for the Royal Airforce, helping notify them of German bombers that I can see from my office window.

My Modernist

I have chosen T.S. Elliot as my Modernist.

BOB I

A smidgen late, I know, but here it is, nonetheless.

1.)Whitney Houg
      - Excellent work ethic and great skill with her blog.
2.)Eli Esparza 
     - I can always count on him to have the latest and greatest for an example.
3.)Ashley Chantry 
      - Organized the class mind map.  (that takes courage, my friends.)
4.)Sara Stevens 
      - Very well-organized in her thought process and writing.
5.)Ethan Clardy 
      - Interesting way of looking at assignments, gives me a different view of things.
6.)Rudy Valentine 
      - Awesome blog, and quality work that is unmatched.

Toyota Postgame Show: Special Essay Edition

To be absolutely honest, my essay was not the at the top of its game.  It (I) rambled on and on for much to long, and I didn't get to all my main points that would have really rounded out my essay.

So in all, a very disappointing performance by myself.

The Time of My Life.

To be absolutely honest, of the 35 minutes I had in class, I must have spent at least ten or fifteen of them trying to catch up on some lost sleep.  No don't go thinking that all I did was sleep, because I did spend a vast majority of that time reading and communicating ideas with my group.

I'm a Poet and I Know It!

                                                 Slipping, falling down
                                              Royal crest low in defeat,
                                                  The eagle shall fall.


                                                 O'er hate and fear
                                           Majestic strides, crown bright      
                                             Heart shall rule the strong


                                              Mighty clash of greed,
                                            Hundreds fall under steel
                                                All for few to gain.