Mr_Shank

This is the last Blog, and even though we will not have to complete another one of this horrific devices of literary torture for a while, I still feel as if my last blog was sub-par in the whining/complaining section.  For old times sake, I will make this a good one.

I am going to start of by writing a poem about Blogging:

When we first heard of Blogs, we laughed and celebrated

How bad could it be?  The first due date was long belated.

We were two weeks past the first blog, but hadn’t begun

Because you Mr. Shank were having way to much fun.

Our backs were already broken by the weight of the “Night” assignment

And many students were beginning to question their “Honors” alignment

But Wo, the Blogs commenced anyway, and we were giving our first book

We opened “Return Of The Native” and cried at the very first look

The language was coarse, far to difficult for a mortal to comprehend

But the kind Mr. Shank had a helping hand to lend.

You gave use reading days, class time to get ahead.

But we all knew that it was a trick, to Lions our souls were being fed.

You knew darn well that in the classroom we could not read.

We would talk among friends and pay our books little to no heed.

But it offered a horridly convenient outlet for you

“I gave you reading time in class, what harm a can a little more work do?”

You laughed in your head, for it was sick twisted pact.

The Blogs were assigned; and free time your students lacked

What choice did we have?  If we did not Blog, our grades would crack

But it didn’t really matter because our GPA’s had already taken a solid whack.

We continued for weeks, slaves to the Monster named Blog

We fought bravely, like Gandalf battled the Balrog

We finished the fight, four weeks in

But the story is long from over, not nearly FIN

We had to Blog again, not once, but twice

Why would the first four weeks not suffice?

But Alas, it is nearly over, this is the final Post.

We all made it through, many of use, most

But a shocking realization has struck my head like a log

I wrote this long Poem, and darn it, I still have to Blog

Phew, that took like 10 minutes.  On to Bloggin’:

We see in this section of the book all of the interactions between characters finally coming to an end.  Everyone gets married and they have a jolly good time.  We see that the this play contrasts sharply from Romeo and Juliet, in that the scenery of the play does not often change.  The “meat” so to speak of this play is based entirely on the characters.  The play ends with all of the assumed marriages taking place, and everyone living happily ever after.  My question for you is do you think that this ending was appropriate?  There was no bitter sweat, like Romeo and Juliet.  Their is just pure happiness.  Do you think that this takes away from the play?  Does it weaken the play?  

Brian Wawrzyniak

Brian Wawrzyniak