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I'd like to tell you readers a little thing that happened today. In my fourth class of the day we were discussing a Yehuda Amichai that was hauting and beautiful and I gave my two cents about it and I think people liked what I had to say, and I was proud of that. I was tired, though, because that was my fourth class of the day, three of which had to do with analyzing literature, the fourth of which dealt with a foreign language. And as I was walking out of the classroom, into the area outside the building, a person who was also in the class said to his friend a few words about the class, and then said "it's just a poem." And at that moment, ladies and gentlemen, I felt extraordinarily thrilled to spend hours upon hours looking at poetry and literature every week to uncover its meaning, supremely happy to have travelled 2500 miles to Trinity College, ecstatic that my parents are shelling out 40 grand a year for school so that I can sit next to a person who says that it's just poetry, and its not worth discussing, in a CLASS that is about LITERATURE, makes me really excited to do all of the reading assigned to me every week, to try and catch literary lightning in a bottle for myself, and to know that i am doing all of this while surrounded by people who will without hesitation look me in the eye and say it's just poetry.

I'd love to be able to say to them something that they really care about or are really passionate about isn't worth analyzing, to make them feel like they are not in the best environment for what they want to do, make them feel guilty that they have an opportunity some people would work every day in their life for, only to get there and find that nobody else gives a shit, but the only thing I could come up with is that I don't give a shit about not giving a shit, which is precisely the truth, which is precisely why i have this to say to all of you:

Fuck you, i'm going to love poetry anyway, and it's my god-damn school too, so go fuck yourself, i'm going to be passionate about it and make you feel as uninspiring as you have made my image of the other spoilt fuckers sitting around me every day.