Bonjour mon cherie! Today, I am working/ studying. But as you can see, I am on the internet, so I'm really not studying. I really hate this chapiter of chemistry.
Additionally, I've skimmed throgh some of Sylvia Plath's poems. They're pretty depressing, but I found one that I actually enjoy because it mirrors the way I feel about family reunions.
Family Reunion
by Sylvia Plath
Outside in the street I hear
A car door slam; voices coming near;
Incoherent scraps of talk
And high heels clicking up the walk;
The doorbell rends the noonday heat
With copper claws;
A second's pause.
The dull drums of my pulses beat
Against a silence wearing thin.
The door now opens from within.
Oh, hear the clash of people meeting ---
The laughter and the screams of greeting :
Fat always, and out of breath,
A greasy smack on every cheek
From Aunt Elizabeth;
There, that's the pink, pleased squeak
Of Cousin Jane, out spinster with
The faded eyes
And hands like nervous butterflies;
While rough as splintered wood
Across them all
Rasps the jarring baritone of Uncle Paul;
The youngest nephew gives a fretful whine
And drools at the reception line.
Like a diver on a lofty spar of land
Atop the flight of stairs I stand.
A whirlpool leers at me,
I cast off my identity
And make the fatal plunge.
Have a lovely & productive Sunday!
