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I am an English Education major that wants to teach in China. I hope that I can change the world but doubt that I will. I attend Trevecca Nazarene University though I am not Nazarene. I love my hometown of Chicago and hope to live there again someday...but I really hope to live in foreign country...

I hate being an English Education major. I have begun to care. James Joyce is a favorite. I fell in love with him when I first read Dubliners. As of late I have been inspired by the imagery of William Carlos Williams. Heres to no puctuation. I have created a great unit for poetry recently in an education class, I have been told that I have a lot of passion...

I do not want to be a teacher, or at least not for long and I hate being an English major. I have a career list that is a page long...I hope to complete it...

I don't consider myself a poet and I do not like the poetry that I have written. I once had a love for poetry but I have fallen for using my hands to create art. Paintings and especially chalk pastel is my passion...

I do not write well so I will continue to study it and to read it. I do have a need and desire to learn more about the art of poetry, and to teach what I know. And as for writting that I have in my past, I will look back at those peoms I have put on this site and that I have in my portfolio. I will not be ashamed of my writtings even if I know how bad they are. Though I love critical response as long as it is telling me how I can improve I will take whatever I can get, even the most harsh. I am a firm believer that mean comments can help more than nice ones. That is the one dream I have to write a poem I can be proud of so all critical analysis is welcome! Don't be afraid of being mean, I'm not a wimp...try your best...

Some of the authors that have inspired me:
George Gordon Byron
Joseph Rodman Drake
Emily Dickenson
William Carlos Williams
Ralph Waldo Emerson
James Joyce
Walker Percy
George Eliot
Jane Austen
Edgar Allen Poe
T.S. Eliot
C.S. Lewis

Summer Reading List:
The Princess Bride
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young man

Till the sun grows cold,
and the stars are old,
and the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold.
By Bayard Taylor