Turning a deaf ear to the usual groans, I would like to state my fondness for the current poetry unit. While I also enjoyed the first unit, this one comes about at possibly the most opportune time. The transcendentalism fits especially well with my current state of mind.
Think about the subject matter of the poems of Whitman. Instead of succeeding in a laboratory or learning in a lecture, he'd rather be outside, enjoying his beloved country. Amen, I say. Can any of my senior classmates remain studious in classrooms with windows presenting endless possibilities to have more fun than in any class? Sorry Bernie, my mind is 76 percent elsewhere.
Even worse, as Whitman would agree, are classes entirely without windows. Under these circumstances, a mind is trapped in a cage with its foe, forced to duke it out until there is a clear winner. The loser must be either your imagination or your grade.
Of course, to point out a fault in something without offering a solution is useless. I submit this as an argument for Bernie's holding of at least one class outside. We could experience our natural state together and then perhaps write a poem or two. I know I would appreciate some guidance for my exploration of nature.
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