Spoonerism Day/Cleveland Day/Bagelfest (Illinois)
2004-07-22 @ 10:58 p.m.

I've just finished the poem for Mr Purvis's recreative writing exercise. I find the mint a fascinating metaphor to play around with, so much that I've already written two poems using it. Vanilla Venom is up next, and I'm thinking of moving into coffee or chocolate next as a central metaphor. I'm quite sure Ms Ho will frown upon all this stuff. She'll probably be quite dismissive of its subject matter. I was frigging pissed off by her today! I was ranting about her to my mum before dinner. For a GP teacher, she has remarkably disorganised trains of thought. She jumps from one issue to another, sort of like a flat stone skipping on water. Our meetings are really a waste of time. There's a lot of things we could be doing with those two hours. (Including actually doing a bloody piece of creative writing which has only happened once so far!) She thinks that she's really experienced, understanding and all that jazz, but she is anything but. Take her critique of our reading today. Some poets can't make it to the Afternoon Of Poetry & Music. (Or maybe they just didn't want to turn her down down directly?) So their poems will be read in absentia by CWC members. The problem is, Ms Ho was being really fussy about the reading. She insisted that we're not clear enough, and that we don't convey the rhythm of the poems well. She then proceeded to give a demonstration that supposedly displayed this acute sensitivity to the rhythm and drama of a particular poem. Frankly, it just sounded like she was reading in a loud monotone. Okay, so there was some variation of emphasis in her reading, but the overall effect was really harsh-sounding. Not to mention that some of the poetry sounded like it could have been written by people I know personally. As in people my age, people who are even accused of being self-indulgent by adults who hold themselves to be wiser. I'm starting to sound really vindictive. Maybe I should stop now. So what's the final word I have on this old biddy? Bitch.