Do you remember cramming when you were a student? Or perhaps you’re one of the lucky few who never had to resort to that? Lucky you! I crammed a lot as a student, with exams, homework, or projects. You name it, I probably crammed for it!
As an adult I also crammed with script and article deadlines. To be fair though, I’ve never missed a deadline not as a student and definitely not as an adult. Let’s just say I’m very good at cramming 😉
And since we went on a holiday, I missed a whole week of my online ModPo class, so the past days were all about …
To make things even more difficult it was the week of Aleatory poetry, chance writing, quasi-non intentional writing or whatever you want to call the these modern poets who liked to, let’s just say dwell too-darned-much-in-possibilities. This kind of poetry makes my head want to explode, simply because I grapple with the meaning of most of the poems. They say, you should just go with the flow and let language happen. I can’t. I have to know what it means, otherwise what’s the point of it all? Anyway, I won’t bore you guys with the details. But definitely this week has been all about cramming! But I managed and I’m happy to say I’m back on track.
In other news, we celebrated Bonfire night also known as Guy Fawkes Night last Thursday. You know “Remember, remember the 5th of November”. For those who don’t know what I’m on about – Bonfire Night is celebrated here in England to commemorate the gunpowder plot to blow up the Houses of Parliament with the King of England in it. Anyway, we normally don’t really celebrate it. But this year, we decided to buy a few fireworks since little T has never really seen them up-close. We also invited some of her little friends over.
It was a little bit too much for S’s three-year-old sister, but little T and S absolutely enjoyed the sparklers and fireworks we had in our small garden. The downside was, since it was a school night, she had a bit of a meltdown and refused to go to bed.