I'm afraid of a lot. I'm afraid of heights. I'm afraid of falling. I'm afraid of pain. I'm afraid of emotional pain. I'm afraid that my peak was in high school. I'm afraid that I won't make any friends in college. I'm afraid of showing too much emotion. I'm afraid of pushing everyone I love… Continue reading Fear and a Chubby Little Cubby
Maya Angelou's poem, "Still I Rise" is my favorite poem hands down. In my mind, there is no question as to the greatest poem ever written, "Still I Rise" wins every time. When I first read this poem, I felt that it was written for me. At the time, I was struggling with my identity… Continue reading Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise”
Right now, I'm reading a novel called Ambiguous Adventure by Cheikh Hamidou Kane, a famous Senegalese writer. Now if you knew anything about Senegal, you would know that this book probably wasn't published with an English title because it probably wasn't written in English. And if you thought this, you would be right: Ambiguous Adventure was translated… Continue reading On Translation and Difference
I'm reading all of these books because when it comes down to it, I want to be able to understand of the the references that my peers will be spitting out in an effort to impress each other. I don't plan on showing off my own literary and cultural knowledge, but rather I want to make sure that my peers don't get too big for their britches. Although I'm not in this competition to beat everyone else, I sure am in it to stop everyone else from winning. Does my desire to bring people down a notch make me a bad person? Maybe, I don't know.