Academic Love Poetry

Academic Love Poetry In the middle of 5.12 (Organic Chemistry) lecture, 16 men dressed in red and pink burst through the door. Excuse me, professor! The first one cried, as we all gaped at him. It seems that your students are a bit too attractive! (Darn right.) Is (girls name I cant quite remember) here? A brunette near the front of the room slowly stood up, and the invaders gestured for her to come out to the aisle. They crowded around her â€" I think that one lifted her up, although I couldn’t see from my seat â€" and delivered a full serenade. Some knelt down, some held flowers, all had adoring expressions on her faces â€" and when they were done, they sprinted out of the room to thunderous applause. These charming men were the MIT Logarhythms: one of the Institvtes most well-known a capella groups. For Valentines Day, they took serenade requests and ran around delivering them, to the mortification of the recipient, and the delight of everyone else. Before I deliver some love messages of my own, I need to give you some context: a ridiculously eventful Thursday. A BRIEF GLANCE AT ANNAS RIDICULOUS THURSDAY 12:48am: Finish my 8.022 (Electricity and Magnetism) problem set. 12:50am: Migrate upstairs to the French House kitchen, to work on my 18.03 (Differential Equations) problem set. 4:30am: Dump some salad and pesto (mmm, pesto) into a bowl as fuel for the final push 4:55am: Finish my 18.03 pset. 5:00am: Go visit my friend, Aaron 14, to yell I FINISHED THE PSET! 5:02am: Set four alarms (two clocks, one phone, one actual alarm clock) 5:05am: Sleep (mmm, sleep). 10:00am: First alarm goes off. Turn it off. 10:01am: Second alarm goes off, Turn it off. 10:10am: Third alarm goes off, strategically placed across the room. Get up, turn it off, pull out laptop, and work on reports for the Public Service Center. 11:15am: Finish reports for the Public Service Center Noon: Turn in reports. Turn in 18.03 pset. 12:05pm-12:55: Lecture for 5.12 (Organic Chemistry) 1:05-1:55: Lecture for 18.03 (Differential Equations) 2:15pm: Purchase some sushi and bubble tea from the Stata Center, to cheer myself up 2:30pm: Powerful urge to write some poetry ensues, most likely due to the sleep deprivation. Not only did I have a powerful urge to write some poetry, but I had a powerful urge to write a blog post and not get an e-mail from Chris Peterson pointing out my lack of recent publications. At 2:31, my Eureka! moment hit. What about a BLOG POST WITH POETRY? And what more appropriate time to write poetry than Valentine’s Day? A day for expressing love, for making romantic gestures…and for writing Shakesperian love sonnets, in full 14-line iambic pentameter. So: as a few of the other bloggers have been doing, here’s some information about the classes I’m taking this semester. Luckily for you, not all the bloggers demonstrate a correlation between sleep deprivation and writing extremely low-quality poetry. Before I begin: ***A quick lesson on Shakesperian sonnet structure*** The rhyme scheme is abab, cdcd, efef, gg. In other words, the poem is broken up into four sections: the first three have four lines of alternating endings, and the last has two lines with the same ending. Now comes the tricky part. Each line is written in whats known as iambic pentameter: five sets of two syllables each, where the second of each pair is emphasized. Ex. Shall I compare thee to a summers day? / Thou art more lovely and more temperate = Shall I comPARE thee TO a SUmmers DAY? / Thou ART more LOVEly AND more TEMperate ***end of lesson*** Disclaimer: I am no poet. In fact, I am a very poor poet. I would never be sharing any of this poetry with you, if I were not totally sleep-deprived (I did a lot of things this weekend; sleep a lot was not among them). Ode to 8.022: Physics II (Electricity Magnetism) *Pronunciation guide: 8.022=eight oh two two Electric fields and charges: mystery Unknowable to me in high school years I struggled through the class and the AP, But now I shed my bias and my fears. You fool! you shout. Why would you take that class? The work is tough, and never will relent. 8.022 makes students cry en masse, Your confidence, you will come to lament. It could be that Im crazy, I admit But love like mine can deal with cranial pain To endless waves of p-sets, I submit Devoted to dear physics, I remain. Professor Fishers lectures help me see That this is not impossible to clasp Theres elegance in here; theres symmetry And solving problems can be in my grasp. 8.022, my love makes me a fool Since I, to you, exist only to tool*. *to tool: verb. When used by MIT students, means to work or to study. Ode to 5.12: Organic Chemistry Pronunciation Guide: 5.12 = five twelve. 5.13 = five thirteen. You warned me that to fall behind spells doom That failing to keep up will seal my fate That if I struggle, I must leave my room To look for help before it is too late You struck me with an overwhelming fear In recitation I felt anxious, stressed As gaps in my chem background cost me dear I tried so hard, but you seemed unimpressed. I signed up for you at the last minute Because I thought I might become pre-med I did not think wed mesh well, I admit But now I know this was too early said. I find that now you fit me like a glove As time went on, I found my strengths and grew To understand hybridization, love I have a gift for spatial work; who knew? I hope that you will let me be your queen Let me succeed, and bring on 5.13. Ode to 9.00: Introduction to Psychology Psychology, an ode to you is one To humankind: to curiosity, To courage, healing, hope, and spirit. None Have probed so deeply our identity. 9.00: don’t you see our love is real? My hand is stained with notes in black pen ink As I jot thoughts on how we think and feel How bodies and consciousness are in sync. Course 9, I think I may soon join your ranks You draw from science and philosophy The doubleness in me gives thanks As I need math and the humanities. One day, I will know all about the brain ‘Til then, my love I’ll struggle to contain. Unfortunately and I know youll be super disappointed about this I didnt write a sonnet for 18.03 (Differential Equations). My relationship with that class is going through a rough patch; it hurt my feelings pretty badly on Thursday, and we are still not on speaking terms. Since I dont think that 18.03 deserves a love sonnet right now, I opted for a limerick instead. ***A short lesson on limericks*** A limerick is a five-line poem that follows anapestic trimeter. This means that its syllables are usually stressed and unstressed in the following way (although there are some variations): duhduhDUH, duhduhDUH, duhduhDUHduh duhduhDUH, duhduhDUH, duhduhDUHduh duhduhDUH, duhduhDUH duhduhDUH, duhduhDUH duhduhDUH, duhduhDUH, duhduhDUHduh ***end of lesson*** Ode to 18.03: Differential Equations I began the new year with the feeling That you were, diff eq, quite appealing But you gave me much stress So I loved you much less 5am? That was mean; my hearts reeling. To be honest, I saved the best for last. I didnt write this class a sonnet, simply because I dont think I could do it justice, and there are certain things I need to make clear to you. Im taking a course called 21L.320: Big Books, which apparently means Physically Large Books, and not Important Books, as I initially thought. The class lasts for half a semester (its half the number of units of a regular course) and involves reading, discussing, and writing about, one book. This quarter, the book is Clarissa, by Samuel Richardson. Perhaps you, like me, had never heard of Samuel Richardson but youve probably heard of Jane Austen, and it might surprise you to hear that Samuel Richardson was Jane Austens favorite author. Reading Clarissa is amazing, partly because its immediately obvious how this book could be the father of everything that came after it: including everything written by Jane Austen. At first, I was intimidated by the fact that my book could be used to deliver someone a fatal blow. How could I possibly enjoy 1500 pages of 18th century letter-writing? It turns out that this book is as much a study of human nature as it is a story: the best way to describe it is by using Samuel Johnsons comment that Clarissa is the first book in the world for the knowledge it displays of the human heart. Reading it is fascinating, because you find so much of yourself and everyone you know in these aristocratic 18th century British characters. The book is timeless, as long as humans are reading it. This seminar is what I look forward to every Tuesday and Thursday. It involves a different kind of thinking from my other class: thinking about people, about morals, about gender roles, about relationships between parents and children and men and women. It involves stepping back in time and experiencing a world that is completely different, yet made up of human beings that are no different from us. So, thats my schedule. Feel free to ask any questions about my classes, since I know that the sonnet form may have been unclear! I also highly recommend trying your hand at sonnet/limerick composition; Person who posts the best one gets either a) a prize sent to him/her or b) a poem written about him/her. Promise. Final note: this came in the mail today, and I thought Id share, since its pretty :) Happy Valentines Day!