Goodbye Blog

This blog started with a poem, and so I shall close it with one.

Goodbye Blog
by Me

Goodbye blog.

Goodbye, blog.

Goodbye, Dr. Woodworth, watching over the blog.

Goodbye students, I’ve known since the fall.
Goodbye spring students, each one and all.

Goodbye partner class at OCU.
You guys were awesome, it really is true.

Goodbye crazy ex-boyfriend, who stalked one of our class.
We all think you’re crazy, and kind of an [redacted].

Goodbye Carla, our Spring-Term ghost.
Would you have stayed, were we better hosts?

Goodbye Piano Black WordPress theme.
Goodbye monacled Keanu Reeves meme.

Goodbye to the shopping carts we all filled with blue.
And truly, dear reader, goodbye to you.

I don’t blog. It’s not that have anything against blogging, but it’s just not something I’m liable to continue doing. If I need a blog for a class at some point down the line, it’s good to know I already have one set up and ready to go. It’s been fun though. It really has. This is the absolutely last thing I’m doing to close out my semester. It’s 3 a.m., and I’m exhausted and the exam results are rolling in and it’s all wrapping up nicely.

Tomorrow will be a new adventure.

Peace.

Our Final

In class, we folded paper cranes. Why?

In Japan, a person who folds 1,000 paper cranes before they die is supposedly granted a wish. After the World War II atomic bombings of Japan, a young Japanese girl, Sadako, developed cancer in the wake of the radiation. Her quest became to fold 1,000 cranes to that she could live. She unfortunately passed away before she could complete her goal. Her friends and family finished them for her, and Sadako’s story is immortalized in the book Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes.

This symbol of hope, the paper crane, was taken up by the people of Oklahoma in the wake of the bombing. A whole section of the museum is dedicated to paper cranes and the hope they symbolize, and cranes that are sent to the museum are kept in the museum’s archives.

The cranes we made in class will be sent to Oklahoma to be kept there, passing on what hope we can give to those who have needed it more.

My crane:

Thank You Professor Nobles!

I would like to thank you personally for the opportunity to experience the last academic year. My English composition experience was unlike any other. It was a truly unique learning experience outside of the basic textbook progression and every day brought new and unusual challenges to stretch our thinking and the way we see the world. Being able to learn in an unusual way and also to partner with and visit the OCU class has been amazing and I feel truly fortunate for getting to be a part of it. Thank you so very much.

Thank You Dr. Hessler and Class!

Thank you so much for the opportunity to come and visit your wonderful city. The people were lovely, the atmosphere was lovely, it was just a grand time all-around. It was a breath of fresh air. Everyone there seemed so enthusiastic.

I regret to inform you that, should I become some kind of super-villain that is still somehow unable to leave Montgomery, I will be stealing parts of your city away from you for myself because the whole place was absolutely smashing.

It’s been wonderful to cross-pollinate our brains with your guys. Have a terrific summer!

My OCU Map Gift

The map I received during my recent trip to OCU was the Hall of Aces map from Pictures We Speak. It looks a little something, or rather, exactly like, this:

This picture ripped from PituresWeSpeak's blog in accordance with all that stuff we learned on copyright. Or maybe in spite of it.

It’s a map of only a small part of the OCU campus, specifically the school of theatre. The map is three pages bound together with string. The actual map is on the second page. It doesn’t list actual room or hall numbers, but rather the offices of the instructors are denoted by nicknames that give more of an impression of what the person might be like beyond what a simple name would. If I were looking for vocal help, for instance, rather than wander the halls aimlessly going from one office to the next I would simply go to the room marked “Vocal Paragon.” A map like this I would imagine could be very useful to the theatre student who’s just starting out. So while it’s less directly representative of the physical location, it goes a bit deeper than that simply data would have.

But then, I’m not a theatre student, which brings me to my next point. The security on this map is terrible. To open the map I must solemnly swear that I am in the OCU school of theatre, which I’m not either physically present or enrolled in. In this way, the tables have turned and it is I who am lying to the map! Fooled you, map! Had I been an assassin sent from a competing theatre school I would now have enough information to take out the Shakespeare Guru while also being able to avoid the Master Swordsman.

We can only hope and pray that some day this map doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.

OC

Oklahoma City wore me out. I enjoyed it though. One thing the city had that I’ve missed so much was wind. Oh, how it was lovely to feel the wind again.

We traded our maps with the other class’s students. I was right next to Sam, a bubbling fountain of energy with a map so big you could literally sleep on it. It was also a yoga mat so it would even be comfortable to do so. They brought us cookies and puppy chow in an apparent attempt to kill us with sugar, but our Alabama guts are so fortified with sweet tea I doubt they even noticed. There were an awful lot of them, but I guess I’m just used to having a tiny English class. The maps they map to represent their city or small parts of their city were highly varied. No two were even remotely alike. Some were small enough to slip inside a textbook, and one (Sam’s map) was large enough that it had to be a carry-on item on the plane ride home because it wouldn’t fit in anything.

The campus itself was lovely. The cafeteria was so impressively wonderful that it inspired talk of starting a rebellion here at home. Those thoughts will stay with us until we rise up and claim either our own waffle bar or death. I didn’t see as many squirrels as I do at AUM. I do love squirrels so. I saw one try to climb a window the other day. The glass was smooth, like glass is wont to be, and the thing just fell back onto the grass. It tried seven more times. Anyway…

I got a sense that they all had more state pride than Alabama does. After talking about it with the other students we decided it was because Alabama is a state of division. Not just the Civil Rights stuff dividing us by race, though that’s still going on. But also by religion. Even between churches of the same denomination. Then football. You’re either an Alabama fan or an Auburn fan and the one you pick, which you must even if you haven’t the slightest interest in football, practically determines your friends for you. Or politics, which I won’t go further into.

I noticed that our server at the Kaiser had a tattoo of Oklahoma state on her wrist, and that, I don’t think, would happen here. An Alabama or Auburn tattoo, sure. I’m trying to think if I’ve actually seen that before, which I’m sure I have but no clear memory comes to mind. Alabama is very much a state of division. It very ‘us against them’ and there is no middle ground. Everyone who isn’t in your camp is your enemy, always.

For my part, I’m an Auburn fan. Why? Because I worked in a drive-through here for four years and the Alabama fans consistently came across as less intelligent than the Auburn fans, and they were usually jerks as well. If someone came through and was a complete ass, there was a good chance you’d see the Alabama ‘A’ somewhere in or on their vehicle.

So in part the trip served as a time to reflect on my own state. I don’t know if the impression of unity I was getting was accurate because I was only there for two days, but it was still enough to get me thinking.

Anyway, Oklahoma City itself was also delightful. The red brick buildings of the district we were next to gave me a warm and cozy feeling. And the food was amazing. Everywhere we went the food was amazing. If I could have brought home one thing with me, it’d have been the Red Cup. My biggest regret of all the things I wished I could do but didn’t get the chance to was trying their breakfast burrito. Someday, I will have to return. And then I will eat myself to death and love every minute of it.