Sylvia Plath, From A Poem Titled "Whitsun," Featured In The Collected Poems Of Sylvia Plath

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Rainy day in North Wales.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ responses to “what changed?”

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♡ “i fell in love.”

♡ “everything.”

♡ “(character name) died.”

♡ “i lost (her/him/them/etc)”

♡ “you. you changed.”

♡“i let my guard down and paid the ultimate price.”

♡ “i met someone who made me feel the kind of thing you could only read about.”

♡ “i don’t know.”

♡ “i did.”

♡ “i grew up.”

♡ “an earth shattering romance, that’s what changed.”

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Looking back it was so funny how high school teachers would pull the "you won't be able to get away with stuff like this in college, your professors expect you to be serious" or any hint that college is a Deeply Serious place.

One year in college I took a summer class on The Canterbury Tales because the super rad professor from my "Saints, Whores, and Warriors: Women of Medieval Europe" class was teaching it and convinced me that learning all the dirty jokes in Chaucer would be a rad way to spend the summer (she was correct).

Anyway, the university assigned us a modular classroom, or a trailer, and she was pissed. It was summer semester, you really couldn't find one classroom on this whole campus for 15 freaks reading Chaucer? Really? So she decided to move the class to the little 1890s house on the other side of campus where the English department was and we could enjoy the nice former living room/dining room for the summer.

She leads us on our trek across campus, not really paying attention to us. We file inside and get seats around the table as she is unpacking her bag and getting set up. Finally she turns around to see all 15 of us eating one of these

"What the...fuck? How? Where did you all get popsicles?" Total bewilderment.

Someone explained that the GRE test prep people where handing them out to students. Her reaction was "well this is unacceptable." And she went and demanded one of her own and we all enjoyed a frozen treat as we discussed the finer point of the Knight's Tale in middle English.

I saw myself in the mirror