My "Accent"

Ooh...more quiz results. I'm intrigued about my accent. :P

What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland   "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.
The South
Philadelphia
The Northeast
The Inland North
The West
Boston
North Central
What American accent do you have? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

Thoughts on the First Two Years

I’ve been doing quite a bit of thinking about the last two years lately.  About the quaking twenty-year-old freshman who walked into Columbine Hall on my college campus two years ago and the girl I am now. 
  When I started college, I had been homeschooled all of my life and had taken a year off to work and decide what to do next.  I liked who I was and didn’t want to change.  I wanted to stay set in the same ways like a petrified mummy in an ancient tomb. When people told me that college would make me a different person, I couldn't deal with that idea.  It terrified me.  But now I’m well over halfway through the process of getting a bachelor’s degree, and I know I'm different.  Something new has emerged, meshing together the child I was and the adult I am becoming like velcro.

God has brought me into this grand adventure filled with new people and situations and made me stronger and wiser—and better able to love other people as Jesus would.  My homeschool education gave me all the tools I needed to succeed in a university atmosphere and consider various worldviews, but actually being on a campus during the day has given me experience in being out in the real world while still living at home. 
  The past two years have brought more challenges and required more daring than I ever thought possible.  I had classes with two of the most difficult teachers I’ve ever studied under, but they were used to mold me and show me that I could indeed do hard things.  Prof. Pellow and Prof. Ruminski actually became my two of my favorite teachers ever because they taught me so much and pushed me to the limit so I could discover just what I was capable of doing. 


   At the end of last spring semester, I was sitting in the shade of some pine trees one day about noon, looking over toward the clock tower.  I glanced at some of the people strolling by on the sidewalk and realized that I at least recognized the faces of about half of them, even though there are several thousand students at my school.  I knew then that this was my school, too, now—where I belonged. 
So now I’d just like to share a list of top ten highlights (in no specific order) in my “college experience” for my freshman and sophomore years. 

Top 10 Best Experiences

in my first two years of college

1. Hearing Prof. Pellow explicate and discuss in-depth the possible meanings in “The Windhover” by Gerard Manley Hopkins in my Literary Criticism class.  I’d wanted to hear this poem explained since my senior year of high school.
2. Getting an A in Prof. Ruminski’s General Chemistry II class! 
3. Convincing Prof. Laroche to read The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy. 
4. Taking my dad to Dr. Martin’s Composition II class about the Sixties. 
5. Being invited by Prof. Ray to take her Jane Austen Senior Seminar when I was only a freshman. 
6. Getting published in riverrun, my school’s literary arts publication, and reading one of my poems at an open mic event for my friend Melissa’s class.
7. Writing my final paper for Intro to Literary Studies on Jane Austen’s Persuasion.
8. Having one of my Freshman Seminar profs, Dr. Martinez, tell me on the first day that homeschooled students usually did the best in her classes.  Definitely gave me a needed boost of confidence!  :)
9. Discussing “Goblin Market” by Christina Rossetti in Prof. Taylor’s Nineteeth-Century British Literature class. 
10. Meeting and getting to know two awesome writing buddies, Melissa and Cynthia, through having classes together.
11. And one more just for good measure: Discussing the Canadian Western Genre one day after class with Dr. Worden.  :)

The photographs of Professor Pellow and Professor Ruminski are copyrighted © University of Colorado at Colorado Springs.

He whispers, "I love you."

You know those moments when God grabs your attention? Seems like it usually happens when you're not expecting it and you feel wholly unprepared. At least if you're like me.

I've been in a sort of introspective mood lately anyway, just thinking about things more deeply than usual. Not depressed - just rather...pensive. And I think I have been learning some things that I wouldn't have noticed if I had been going about my routine as usual.

One of these moments was while I was driving home from school a week or two ago. I was listening to the Christian radio station I always have my car stereo tuned to, and it came on with one of those advertisement/announcement clips. This one was trying to retell the Easter story in a few minutes with a dramatic movie preview sort of feel. Toward the end of it the announcer person was saying something like "From the cross, He lifts up His head" and my mind was filling in the usual "and uttered a victory cry" or "and shouted that it was finished" or something more stereotypical. Instead, the announcer continued, "and He whispers (and here the speaker's voice changed), 'I love you.'"

I nearly broke down crying right there driving down Union Boulevard.

But I was in a hurry, going somewhere, and so I blinked back the tears. But the moment stayed with me. All through the past few days, especially this Easter week.

He whispers, "I love you."


(A drawing I made way back in spring 2001.)

Modern Supermen

I finally got around to writing a poem last month that I'd been meaning to write since last fall in a poetry project on CleanPlace. The prompt Nia gave us one week was the following: "Write a poem that responds to a song. Do not quote the song! Write about how YOU respond to the song."

I've been thinking lately about heroes in modern literature and television and the differences and similarities between our heroes and epic heroes sung about in ballads like in medieval and ancient times, such as Beowulf or King Arthur. So, partly because of that, I'm responding to "Superman's Song" by a Canadian band called Crash Test Dummies.

The song's lyrics are available online, but I'll post them below as well. It aired in the pilot episode of Due South in the late '90s - a show I loved as a kid and I still love to watch it on DVD now. In the episode, the song is used to draw the parallel between comic-book action heros and Benton Fraser, a modern-day Canadian Mountie from the Territories living in downtown Chicago. There is a YouTube clip of the where you can hear the song as it appeared in that episode over here. My poem is posted just below the song lyrics.

"Superman's Song"

Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man.
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm like that,
Quick as a cat in the jungle.

But Clark Kent, now there was a real gent.
He would not be caught sittin' around in no junglescape,
Dumb as an ape doing nothing.

Superman never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy,
And sometimes I despair the world will never see another man like him.

Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job.
Even though he could have smashed through any bank in the United States,
He had the strength, but he would not.

Folks said his family were all dead.
Planet crumbled but Superman, he forced himself to carry on.
Forget Krypton and keep going.

Superman never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy,
And sometimes I despair the world will never see another man like him.

Tarzan was king of the jungle and lord over all the apes.
But he could hardly string together four words: "I Tarzan, you Jane."

Sometimes when Supe was stopping crimes,
I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back on man,
Join Tarzan in the forest.

But he stayed in the city,
Kept on changing clothes in dirty old phonebooths 'til his work was through,
And nothing to do but go on home.

Superman never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy,
And sometimes I despair the world will never see another man like him--
And sometimes I despair the world will never see another man like him.

Song lyrics ©1991 by Crash Test Dummies

My poem:

Modern Supermen

Citizens gaze up into the misty blue,
searching for a ripple of red cape.
Yet the sky is silent and colorless.
No theme blares for a hero.

Below, one man still patrols the street in scarlet.
One man guides weathered old women
across the blaring, smoggy intersections.
One red spot in a sea of gray suits—
a flash of crimson in the sky.

Fifteen Feet from a Fox

About a month ago on February 3rd, I stood within about fifteen to twenty feet of a wild fox behind my backyard during a snowstorm - the closest I'd ever come to one of those sleek, elusive creatures, even though many of them live in my neighborhood.

That afternoon, I went to let our two smaller dogs, Charlie and Molly, outside, and both dogs ran to the edge of the fence, barking. I followed them and looked down into the little greenspace behind our backyard. It's like a tiny valley with four huge pine trees on a hill in the center, and several of the houses on our street back up to it. And this is what I saw.

I dashed inside to get my camera and crept through the gate and along the outside of the fence. Tiptoeing down the hill, I edged closer and closer toward the fox. He had just caught a squirrel and was eating it.

Once I had gotten within about fifteen to twenty feet of him, I could hear bones crunching every time his head bent down toward his meal. Something shivered inside me to see a fox eating his latest kill, but at the same time, the wind rustled through his silky fur while the thin veil of snowflakes fell between us. He was beautiful. I wanted to reach out and stroke his burnished fur, but did not dare.

The last two pictures I took as I took a couple steps forward are my favorites. In the first one, his molten brown eyes gazed at me as if calculating precisely who I was and what my purposes were. Snow sprinkled on his back like glitter.



In the second one, he licks his lips almost like a dainty aristocrat wiping his mouth after dinner.

Then I took one step too close, and he sprung up the hill above me and settled down to finish his meal and observe me. In this shot, my neighbor's house is in the background.

I felt inspired and awed at the same to stand so near a wild thing, and I feel like a poem about the experience is brewing in my mind. It's not something I'll forget quickly, if ever.