Things I Would Probably Wish to Forget If I Had Any Sense of Morality

I probably should be more embarrassed with the things I do.  I seem to embarrass others (especially my parents) so easily, perhaps I should join the club.  For example, when I picked the poem "Death of an Infant" by Lydia H. Sigourney for our poetry project, I could not wait to make several classmates uncomfortable and alienate Miss Serensky from participating in the saddest pinata ever.  I felt no shame in asking Chase Plante to simply massacre a baby/spongebob pinata for no candy while wearing a scream mask, in fact it only added to making this my favorite poem.  I associate poems with emotions and memories, otherwise I only see a series of random pretty words in a pretentious sequence of nonsense.  So the memory of ironically shaking maracas to the ditty of a dying child written by a woman who lost three children to illness really "is the cause" of my happiness associated with this poem.  I also loved the discussion and how quickly some people associated the poem with religion, under the guise that "'tis happiness to die".  But it really comes down to Sigourney's beautiful writing that sold me on this poem, I felt connected to the speaker intimately and I loved teaching the poem to an audience of my peers.  I still wish Ms. Serensky had a crack at the pinata, "That's a fault."