Intrusion
by Denise Levertov
After I had cut off my hands and grown new ones something my former hands had longed for came and asked to be rocked. After my plucked out eyes had withered, and new ones grown something my former eyes had wept for came asking to be pitied.
Hey gang! The poem placed above was read to my section at the end of our last class by Professor Motomura, one of the finest educators that I’ve ever had class right. I really like this poem. One L is like plucking out your eyes and growing new ones. I hope that I can still connect with the things that I was passionate about before law school. I suppose we will see sooner than later. Either way, this poem really touched me and I was glad he read it.
On a depressing note…

I still managed to have a great breakfast despite the “latte incident”. This was a much calmer “first day of finals”. Last semester Izzy nearly choked to death on a piece of food. Thankfully that didn’t happen today. Mostly she just hunted birds while I ate breakfast.

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