Purple Polka is a lot of things, but something that it very rarely (if ever) does is go deep into my personal life. I like it that way. Life is serious and the internet isn't. The internet is a big, fluffy ball of silly absurdity and I would be doing it a disservice to do something like talk about my problems as if this were a Xanga. There are certain communities where that is okay and I did not decide to join them.
However, I'm going to reveal a snippet today. As I've stated before, I'm reviewing my syllabus for Materials for YA. One portion of the syllabus allows you to choose your own books revolving around a theme for a final project. While I should probably finish Learning Theory from last semester before I focus on my final for Spring 09, this is something that has to be addressed now. A week (or maybe two, everything from that time is muddled and confusing) before Christmas, my stepfather Jack took his own life. This is understandably troubling for numerous reasons I don't believe I have to go into. As a result, I decided to focus my final project* on books dealing with suicide, more specifically, the aftermath. The survivors.
I would rather read the books at the beginning of the semester, therefore, at a time when I need them. A time when the mere thought of suicide, even in distant contexts like the suicides from the Great Depression shown in fuzzy black and gray footage in a documentary, leads me to tears. That said, for the five reviews necessary for my final project, Purple Polka won't be an inane distraction that occasionally attempts to take itself seriously. I cannot say what I will do from one day to the next, but it is most likely I will first review the book and then reflect on what it means to me and perhaps other people in a similar situation. I also plan on beginning every review with a link back to this post, in attempt to explain the sudden serious tone.
Thank you for your time and for letting me get a little personal. :)
*Though, come to think of it, I haven't quite asked Jill if this is okay. Is it, Jill?