Progress of Perspective

In an effort to tie in both Renaissance ideas and the progress of this Humanities class, I find myself looking toward novel modes of experiencing realities. If anything has been learned the whole semester it has been finding the progress of my perspective. Over the past few weeks I have found myself like Hamlet. In class I think tremendously upon myself as to whether or not teachers or the people who play out my education are experiencing the same reality as myself. I’m frustrated by the perspective that says awkwardness and frustration is only acceptable by the authority, when I am contemplating educational suicide. Is there weeping that says I don’t deserve this, more real than mine of the likewise concern? My reality states that structure and first tries is giving way to artistic plots that have grown weeds in the plans of my knowledge. The response is to take vengeance on the one thing dear to them. Angered I plan to shred all understanding of pain and frustration, applying the angered point of my ballpoint not my bodkin to the lines of an essay. I want to kill the essay!! I want a chance to take vengeance for my perspective and no longer sit back on the nonsensical excuses of a tired brain and a bad mood. My vanishing point lies deep within my words. I am the renaissance artist controlling where I want eyes to give notice to depth and complexity of the times.