{"id":88061,"date":"2021-06-26T09:49:29","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T13:49:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=88061"},"modified":"2021-06-29T09:18:08","modified_gmt":"2021-06-29T13:18:08","slug":"graduate-level-class","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/graduate-level-class\/","title":{"rendered":"Graduate level class"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was thirty, freshman making up time<br \/>\nmy first semester in college and<br \/>\nI took a film class<br \/>\nwhat seemed like easy credits<\/p>\n<p>Rarely had I worked so hard<br \/>\nin a classroom<\/p>\n<p>Week one we watched<br \/>\n\u2018The Graduate\u2019<br \/>\npenultimate coming-of-age tale few of<br \/>\nmy classmates had even<br \/>\nheard of<\/p>\n<p>We focused on the ending of the film<br \/>\non again, off again<br \/>\nlovers Ben and Elaine<br \/>\nbrazenly escape from her wedding<br \/>\nhopping a city bus<br \/>\nlaughingly falling into the rear seat<br \/>\nwhile out the back window<br \/>\nenraged family gives chase<br \/>\nBen and Elaine, oblivious<br \/>\nsmile warily<\/p>\n<p>Film ends, professor simply asks us<br \/>\nfifty dorky freshmen<br \/>\n\u201cHappy ending? Yes or no.\u201d<br \/>\nOnly three hands<br \/>\nshoot up on the \u2018no\u2019 option one of them<br \/>\nshaky at best<\/p>\n<p>Professor Yahnke had us watch<br \/>\nthe ending again \u2013 three, four times<br \/>\neach time facilitating<br \/>\nlate teen incomprehension to<br \/>\nwhy this was not a happy ending<br \/>\ndiscussing the<br \/>\nframing of the scene<br \/>\nbody language<br \/>\nfacial expressions \u2013<br \/>\nBen, Elaine, her parents<br \/>\nprofessor\u2019s message<br \/>\nthis was no ending in any real sense<br \/>\nbut simply the start of<br \/>\nsome new chapter <\/p>\n<p>Class ended with dumfounded<br \/>\neighteen-year-olds<br \/>\nmumbling weak defenses of<br \/>\nmyopic beliefs<br \/>\nBen was the hero, he rescued Elaine or<br \/>\nElaine realized her mistake or<br \/>\nmy personal, perennially skewed favorite<br \/>\n\u2018true love won in the end.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>It took me another sixteen years to<br \/>\ncomplete my college degree<br \/>\nit has been over thirty<br \/>\nsince I sat through that film class<br \/>\nand two weeks of passionate arguing about<br \/>\nhappy endings, sad endings<br \/>\nendings are only new beginnings<\/p>\n<p>To this day<br \/>\nI see anything in life that ends as<br \/>\nsimply a phase<br \/>\nlife as perpetual Etch-a-Sketch<br \/>\ndraw it out, shake and erase<br \/>\ndraw something new<\/p>\n<p>And whenever I hear anything by<br \/>\nSimon and Garfunkel<br \/>\nI offer a stern, out loud rebuke to my<br \/>\ncar\u2019s radio<br \/>\nto hell with Mrs. Robinson<br \/>\nHere\u2019s to you, Professor Yahnke<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u2013 Mark L. Lucker<\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 2021<\/p>\n<p>http:\/\/lrd.to\/sxh9jntSbd  <\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was thirty, freshman making up time my first semester in college and I took a film class what seemed like easy credits Rarely had I worked so hard in a classroom Week one we watched \u2018The Graduate\u2019 penultimate coming-of-age tale few of my classmates&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":694,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,441],"tags":[4155,4140],"class_list":["post-88061","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2021hour1","tag-2021prompt1"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88061","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/694"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=88061"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88061\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103744,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88061\/revisions\/103744"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=88061"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=88061"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=88061"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}