dead poets society

today is the start of my final writers week at fremd. i feel like this isn't my senior year at all, i felt a much bigger sense of loss last year--i feel like that was my senior year. i knew nearly half of the graduating class, got to go to WW at least 4 of 8 periods of the day, and their class was just so much more spirited. but that's a topic for a later date.

writers week today started out fantastic. i saw student writers, many of whom were thousands times better than i could have ever expected, and the lovely julie halpern during 4th. she was hilarious and fun and enticing all at once and i've read her book get well soon for summer reading, and it was fantastic. i need to read her other novel. i can't wait to see sierra demulder, a slam poet, on wednesday, who was one of my two favorites last year, and chris crutcher, who wrote staying fat for sarah byrnes, which was one of my favorite books i've ever read for school and ever in general. i am beyond excited for this whole week :)

anyhow, writers week always inspires me to write loads more than usual because i'm always too scared to read stuff i've previously written. just today already i wrote a poem about/to/for my grandmother, and just now i finished watching dead poets society. i've wanted to watch it for months at least, and never got around to it, until now. i figured it would be a good movie to watch during writers week and i was right. i want to read a bit before i go to bed so i'll keep this brief, but it was, in a word, brilliant. i love movies like that, where by the end i'm itching to start my own revolution among my peers. robin williams was flawless. the only thing that bugged me, and it didn't even bug me so much as amuse me, was that about halfway through i figured out why i recognized neil--he's wilson in house! it was so weird to me to see him in a role other than wilson, even though i haven't watched house in maybe two years.

oh, and here's my song of the day.