Poetry Corner – Part Deux

For the record, the “Oh West” poem didn’t really count. Since a person actually well-versed in poetry thought this was a good poem I decided to post it haha. So there’s that, plus Amazon has unveiled “Kindle Singles” which are basically long, long essays available for only $2. I don’t know if that’s good but whatever. AT&T iPhone users might want to stay, especially if it is true that they are offering the option to go to unlimited data again? (Verizon has also kind of accidentally announced that it’s going to be $30/month for unlimited data; no other options are offered except a hotspot add-on for $20/mo more). Continuing with unrelated stuff, and with no transitions whatever, Lady Gaga is going to debut a new perfume…that smells like blood and semen. Ew. Also, MacBook Pro refreshes seem to be coming soon.

Now, with the poem…so I should probably explain this class. For all you UF students out there, it is CRW2300. The section that I am in is the honors section, although I am fairly sure the other sections don’t act that much different. My class is taught by the wonderful Dr. Sidney Wade (no I’m not trying to suck up, she’s really a wonderful professor) and there are about I want to say 15 people at most in the class. The class is in Powell Hall which most people might know better as the Florida Museum of Natural History (where the Butterfly Rainforest is). It takes place here because, as Dr. Wade puts it, there’s simply so much that can be written about the exhibits in museum. The class comprises of basically presenting a poem of your choosing from a certain assigned chapter and analyzing it (for you IB people, think Oral presentations in IB English). It also requires a poem to be written weekly and sent to peers to be edited and critiqued, what is known as the “workshop” format.

I’ve done some admittedly obscure subjects in my first two poems. My first one isn’t that great because I was so much more worried about specifics and got too caught up in them (it was about mud bogs, granted). This second poem I kind of did on the spur of a moment and it was about ferns. Granted, I give credit to whoever writes those blurbs in the museum because the language that they used was just good enough to give me inspiration to make it even better. It talked about how certain plants are able to grow inside things we wouldn’t expect, like rocks. And, well, it gave this:

Strong Fern by Sey Hee Park

Its roots burrow with ease through

the soft soil

The fern meanders freely the endless ocean

of land that

Spreads beneath my far-reaching but low-lying

spore-filled leaves

Which will carry its offspring places down the river

or across the continent

And they might run through soil easily or face

the task of boring

Through rock, dependent on the eye-

droppers of

Soil and water that seep down


And impart life and strength to those

sporelings that

Split those boulders and yet keep

them whole



I have cool friends and acquaintances

So I was at my MCAT class Saturday (after waiting ten minutes outside in the freezing cold), and I was just making small talk with a girl that I knew from Organic lab this past summer. I was talking with her about the sorority she is in and I just asked if she knew some other people that I knew there (it’s kind of a stupid question to ask because there’s a 90% chance that they will know the people you speak of and it’s 99% if they’re the same year as the person you’re speaking of). One of the girls I had mentioned was in my calculus class way back in freshmen year (weird how I can say ‘way back’ now) and was incredibly nice, intelligent, but also uber-involved (and an engineering major, which is a whole other boat load of crap to deal with), and I had found out that she is now president of their sorority.

As I drove back home I started to think about all of the people I have met or been with up here and I realized that I am not only incredibly blessed but also incredibly humbled by them. Every single person that I know is involved in some sort of organization on campus, ranging from small, novel ones that represent the innovation of this university to the large ones like the Cicerones that represent the rich and storied history of this University…a feat that I can say I’ve still yet to be stable in some form or another. Some of my friends have started or co-founded organizations from scratch, not an easy task on a large campus like that of UF. Other friends I know are TAs…and not TAs like me who are helping out with online classes (as cool as my TA job is…and it realy is), but they’re TAing for like major-related 3000 level courses, or Organic or Gen chem and some are even leading discussion statements. A good half of my friends are involved in some sort of research, or lab or fieldwork. A good number of my friends are either in fraternities or sororities and are actively taking leadership roles in them. And all of my friends have this amazing knack to balance their social and academic lives in near perfect harmony. With regards to my high school’s ’08 class, I don’t think there’s a single person up here at UF (or at USF/Miami/FSU or that matter) who wouldn’t have made our high school teachers proud. I know that they probably didn’t think of us as the best graduating class they had, but I think if they saw and kept up with us now they’d be happy to know what we have done and what we are continuing to do.

I am incredibly honored to be in the presence of the people; they continually make me jealous but also, more importantly, help me to strive to be a better person every day. They also make me realize that every time I bitch or whine about something that goes on in my life, they make me realize that there are other people out there who do so much more and are able to slog through it much better than I ever could. Some of these friends and acquaintances of mine are doing amazing things even in spite of problems that they may face, and that is worthy of every fiber of respect I can possibly give to them.

I know that there are a lot of people who know that UF is a good school but want to go somewhere better…and that’s fine. It might work out for people that way and it might now. But to the people who “end up” going to UF, I beg of you not to be dismayed. UF is really one of those universities where it is up to you to make the best of it, and you can’t really go around and say you can’t identify with one person out of a campus of 40,000+. And I’m not saying this just for UF…I mean it for everywhere you go: it really matters more what you do with the University than what the University does to you.

Oh West

Forgive me, I just came out of poetry and am deadly tired and am waiting to have dinner. So sue me.

Oh library west

I hear no jarring melody of discordant voices

Ringing from the cafe you call Starbucks

Instead I just hear the flow of smooth jazz

Jazz that is, well, too smooth

When a dearth of life pervades.

Your second floor is barely complete

and your third floor looks like

an empty telemarketer sweatshop.

The people here are actually working

Not facebooking.

And yet here I am just blogging

Instead of studying.


What I’ve Learned This Past Week

  • Why do people keep their doors unlocked at night still?! It’s 2010 people, anything and everything could be stolen with the most advanced of technology, and yet people are still stupid enough to leave their doors unlocked so people could take shit. Or people could use them as sleeping grounds for an amnesia-filled night, haha.
  • Money can still be spent on free drink night. I learnt that the sort of hard way, two of my friends learned harder.
  • Oh yeah, Freud was DEFINITELY at work in some capacity on Monday night.
  • Apparently buying a random girl a drink on her 21st is still much harder than it seems. I don’t turn people off THAT badly do I???????
  • Try winning 89 times in a row in anything. Bet you can’t do that. OK, then stop saying that Geno’s UConn Women’s Basketball team’s streak is nothing compared to Wooden’s.
  • I’m going to go to a UF baseball game now to show my support for all UF athletics, as I should’ve from the beginning of my UF tenure. Because for some reason UF football and UF basketball are just not the same.
  • We’re still high schoolers when the right conditions occur. No big deal.
  • My camera is almost indestructible. SOMEONE managed to spill a drink all over it and yet the camera’s working like a champ right now. So the only thing I can conclude is that I hallucinated the whole situation somehow. That’s sort of freaky.
  • I actually have a new book idea that I definitely think I can complete by 2012.
  • Facebook apps are like germs. They spread like mad. First you see one person do “Who’s your best friend in 2011?”. Before you know it, everyone’s doing it.
  • I used to think planes were much more sanitary than cruise liners. Apparently, I could be mistaken.
  • Destroying your GPA is quite easy. Building it back up is much harder.
  • I never write enough for this blog anymore. Sad times.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I know you probably won’t be reading this on your Thanksgiving holiday, and rightfully so. This is the time that should be spent with family, or, at the very least, watching the Dog Show and some (actually not bad football). But I hope that you have stuffed yourselves with turkey, ham, or whatever you eat on this wonderful Thanksgiving holiday (The Park Family Tradition, lately, has been Ham and Chicken from Boston Market. Turkey doesn’t appeal to any of us anymore). We also eat an early dinner (4PM); I know most of my friends tend to have dinner at lunch time…or dinner time.

Anyway, here’s a bunch of blog posts to get you through the Turkey Day:

Also, no really good Black Friday deals have suited me this year…I’m just going to buy Season 3 of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and maybe get a free slurpee from 7-11. Just maybe. I’ll also be posting a review of the NookCOLOR very shortly…let’s just say this, I’ve been playing around with it a LOT and I freaking love it.

PS: this is, sadly, a working holiday for me, as I have to get this term paper done soon before I can do anything else. Oh well. Have a good Thanksgiving everyone!

525,600 minutes * 20 years + (24 hours * 60 minutes * 362 days) = today.

It’s sad, the only reason why I remember 525,600 minutes is from Rent. But that’s OK, right?

Anyway, I’ve come to the hard and sad conclusion that I won’t be doing anything for my 21st birthday this weekend other than maybe going to Chipotle and getting a Dos Equis. The main (and probably only) reason for this is because I just simply have too much to start studying for and too much to do overall. It’s funny because I’ve been planning this not for a year or so but for a few months at least…and even when syllabi came out I thought I was relatively in the clear. But the reality was that while the test spacing is still adequate, the “feeling” spacing doesn’t. That microbiology test on Thursday will be the death of me; way too much memorization that needed to start yesterday and I’m just now getting the hang of it.

This doesn’t mean I’m just letting it go unnoticed, however, no no no. I pledge, no, vow (I don’t know which word is actually stronger, but you get my point) to make up for it within the next few weeks.

Anyway, I’m tired. I want this day to endd. Even though I’ve been seeing a lotta people around campus that I normally don’t see at all, and that makes me happy. Very happy.

Random tangents.

The title of this post should strike the fancies of a very few people. In a bad way.

So I now understand why people hate packing. Especially when it comes down to the wee hours and you haven’t started packing one bit.

Anyway, cats hate Justin Bieber. Except for Spaghetti Cat. Because he’s cool.

More posts will come on Friday…it’s just too much to do at one time, monitoring a woot-off and packing. Oy vey.

And btw, was it really that hard for most of the professors to go over to the new E-learning system? this year’s going to be a pain in the ass having to log into two course management systems. blah.