This week in class, there wasn't really much we learned about. It was all about working on our projects or doing creative writing. The thing that stuck out the most to me was the poem "My Papa's Waltz" by Theodore Roethke. It just was all that really stuck with me this week, really. When I first read this poem, I thought it was just about a child getting abused by their drunk father, but it was being covered up with dancing terms. Plus, that's one someone from the hour before me said, so I went into the poem just thinking about that. But, going back to a few blog posts ago and talking about working together and analyzing the poem deeper, I found that it could also just be a kid and a dad dancing together. When everyone as a class talked about it, it was brought up that they could just be dancing. And the more I read the poem and continued to talk about it with my table, I was torn between what I thought it was. At this point, I still don't know which one it is. I'm still kind of leaning towards abuse, but defiantly more towards the middle of the whole thing now. Maybe that's just how it's supposed to be. The author wrote it so you had trouble figuring out if it was about abuse or just dancing. In the end, this blog was more just about looking at deeper meaning again. I really didn't want to write about this again, but honestly, I just couldn't think of what to write. It kind of sucks, but I tried.
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