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Grad School Journal | Let's Talk About School

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Right. I go back on Thursday for my second semester at Brooklyn College for an MA in English Literature. The hope is to feel excitement soon. At the moment, I don't know what I feel. I suppose after I meet the Professors––whom upon reading about I have thought quite cool––sit in their classes, and get a sense of things, I will know how to feel. I am taking two seminar classes: 1. Early Modern Comedy & Classical Models, 2. Medieval Mystical Literature. I think both  sound very interesting. I have little knowledge on the subjects so they really should be fun. Writing this I am beginning to feel some excitement! Yes, if nothing at all, it should be an interesting semester! ---  J. A. Odartey

Diary | Slow Snails

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Photography by Cristobal Guerra Naranjo   I t's one of those days when everything is nicely fogged up––no pun intended. Outside the window is a soft picture, not unlike cotton candies: diluted and translucent. It is a thick spread of cream with tints of gray over everything. Not forgetting the bit of chill, it is the kind of day that begs for burning candles, incenses and watching smoke curl up in sweet scents to hug the corners of space. If you've a fireplace, I envy you. Today definitely wants for something soothing. Perhaps blues, but I won't mind jazz.  It's not encouraging of conversation. No. The preference is very little speaking and if one feels a need to reach out to whomever one shares it with, offering smiles. I would rather be alone. Happy Friday, J. A. Odartey

Grad School Journal | Experiencing Guiseppe Verdi's Il Trovatore

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It was sudden. There weren't significant days of planning. I was behind my computer putting a couple of stuff together when I got the text "you've got mail." And the email said "Hey wanna join me on Saturday evening? The tickets are $25 each..." and a link to wikipedia, see link here . I said yes even before I got my head around what was being communicated. I have been wanting to go to the opera for sometime now, but the tickets are often up, up, there in the skies. You will be proud to know that I didn't even contemplate wearing converse to this performance at the Met. And I am so glad I didn't. Everyone was dressed up to the nines; mostly in black lots of fur, and expensive evening attire. It was full of  people who were much, much older than myself. Glad I didn't insult them with my favorite pair of dirty high tops. ^_^ The stage was quite impressive. It looked so real. Better than anything I've seen on Broadway so far. And the si

Diary | Stupid Cotton Swabs!

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Yes, I am a bit late today. I am allowed to do this because it's only my blog, and surely I am my biggest reader? However, I want to share why.  A few days ago––two months, says my boyfriend who is better with numbers––I was poking my ears with a cotton swab in an attempt to clean it. The swab stick came back without the cotton tuft at the end. I tried to get it out with a hair pin and when my attempts were unsuccessful, ignored it. It felt uncomfortable for a bit, but I could be stubborn too, so I just kept ignoring it.  Then a friend told me about her recent pains owing to some earwax situation and I thought I would finally go to the hospital. But, of course, I didn't. I told my boyfriend and he gave me "a look" and said nothing. I think he knew it would be useless to try to get me to go to the hospital. [ Photo Credit] On Saturday, I was talking to Mother and let it slipped that I had a little ball of cotton stuck in an ear. The woman went psycho on me. &

Grad School Journal | An Affair With Poetry

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There's a Ghanaian tradition that most junior high school students look forward to: going away to boarding school to high school. It is often the first time in the lives of many Ghanaian teenagers to live not under the noses of our often strict parents. We love to choose the schools that are furthest away from home. The furthest away, the cooler we appear to our mates, and the prouder our parents are. Most of the best schools were not in the capital city of Accra, but in smaller towns like Cape Coast, where my own boarding school was located. It was a four hour drive from home. The school was situated on top of a hill, in the midst of a little forest; full of gigantic trees which were home to several monkeys. At school, it was part of the system to study for about an hour each night. We gathered in study halls, and tried to read our notes to prepare for the next day of classes. These were the times when I wrote poems. Pretending that I was studying my awfully boring notes, I u

A Cup of Crazy Tea!

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You know how sometimes you have something, and as it runs out, you add it to another, and as that runs out, you add it too to another? If you do, then you will understand what I have been drinking these mornings. I must name it something, but for now, I call it the Crazy Tea. Here are some of things that I can recall or taste in it; yerba mate, cayenne pepper, silver needle white tea, sencha green tea, chamomile flowers, rose petals, lavender flowers, yogurt, and a bit of ginger. This must sound quite disgusting, and yet it isn't. I am so amazed that it isn't, and that it doesn't make me best buddies with the loo. I didn't blend this on my own, well I blended the base which was yarba mate, cayenne, and lavender for a cold. But the rest were blends on their own. And now I have this crazy morning tea that wakes me up after one sip. Imagine how I feel after a whole cup. Ah, but I need a proper tea maker. I use paper filters and I am no longer happy with it because

Diary | Half Way Through January

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A little too often, I have heard some say that the days start to feel the same. I am scared of this; of everything feeling the same; of accepting everything as is; of becoming just a habit, a familiar pattern, or an image that always looks the same, feels the same. So I am letting certain things go. Even things that I still love but which aren't exactly healthy. I am letting go of certain ways of looking at things, too. I am not sure this is a good idea, but I suppose I owe it to myself to find out. My relationship with people is also changing. I feel that I am becoming more selfish. I don't just wish to be the only one who talks, I want the honor to hear your thoughts, too. I don't wish to be the only one with the pom-poms cheering you on, I want you to wave your hands, however you like it, when I need a bit of motivation. This used to not matter to me. I had often felt that I didn't need much encouragement. When I desired to do something, I often find the

Broadway Play Review - Picnic

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Before we hop on this little carriage, you must know that I was 17 minutes late to the play. Embarrassing? Yes, but what's more embarrassing is that I was on time at the wrong theater. This has been a week where a majority of what I do is either backwards, uncomfortably too early, or just really weird. But I am finding it all amusing. Picnic is currently previewing at the American Airlines Theater on 227 West 42nd Street. It will open this Sunday the 13th of January and close on the 24th of February. Ten days after Valentine's day. I think this is a perfect play for Valentine's day, but ah, what do I know. To it then. Set in the front yard of a home in Kansas city, in the 50s.  The play highlights the relationship between a pretty sister Medge (Maggie Grace) and an intelligent sister Millie (Madeleine Martin). Medge's got the town's men in-love with her. And Millie is of course, jealous. They live with their Mother  Flo (Mare Winningham) and share the lawn

Diary | Lost in Austen

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Right before Christmas, I was working on my biggest scarf order till this day. A cool lady had ordered it for her boyfriend. I wanted to fixate my eyes on something as my hands did their thing. At the moment, I only watch Fringe, Spy, and Hart of Dixie on Hulu. I had seen all the latest episodes. As I went searching for something else, I stumbled on Lost in Austen ! I was immediately curious. I had been reading Pride and Prejudice for a final paper, so the story was fresh in my memory. And the title sounded familiar. If you haven't seen this yet, you probably would want to! I found out later that the show came out in 2008! Imagine that! The whole thing was on both Netflix and YouTube! Lost in Austen is a treat for Pride and Prejudice lovers and haters both! It's a four series show, and unlike me, you are able to watch all of it together! I had to wait, so painfully, and eagerly to see an episode every week! Warning, it doesn't stick to the original storyline, eve

Let Her Walk Naked

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This past summer, I saw a little interview with a woman who went about walking shirtless and braless. She said sometimes cops stopped her with the intention to arrest her only to find out that it is actually legal for women to walk around baring all. Her mission is to desexualize nudity. I applaud her. [ Photo Credit ] Now, I haven't got the guts to go about in that manner, but I also don't think that people who can should not. Or should be jumped by men.  A woman wearing something very fitted, or little does not translate into she wishes to be harassed, or worse, she wishes to be raped.  As human beings, with  reasoning skills, it should not be a problem for a woman to walk about however she wishes. And if she does, a man should not insult her by offering her money in exchange for sex, or try to force his way with her.  Some men go shirtless in the summer. But they tell you it's not the same! Why isn't it the same? It is all skin, is it not?  It is even more sad