I'd like to start out with something that was just now made clear to me as I finished my Poem of the Week essay. We've heard in this class more than once that not every weekly poem essay will be the same, meaning you won't be in the same frame of mind each week, therefore it is kind of ridiculous to assume that every essay will be perfect. As with anything else, there will be good days and there will be not-so-good days. I have just become more aware of this fact, and more accepting of the occasional not-so-good days, like today. I went into the essay not knowing what I was doing, I sat here in my chair for a good five minutes just looking at the computer screen at the one whole sentence I had written. I knew that I had to keep writing though, because nothing was going to get done if I just stared. I kept writing for the sake of writing, and eventually came up with some things that actually made sense (I think) and were relevant to the point I was trying to make (I hope). Now, I know that this essay wasn't the best, but I'm okay with that. I've had good weeks where my essays were actually pretty good, so I'm just going to let those essays sort of make up for this one.