If you can keep your head.
That's it. That's all I can remember right now of the Kipling poem, and I don't even know if that is right.
|Yes, I should be committed alright. I must have been |
searching for divine intervention.
If you can keep you head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
There it is. I had to look it up. I can't seem to get past these two lines because they don't flow easily for me when spoken out loud. I always seem to stress the second to last word "on," and I don't like how that sounds. So, I have been spending all my memorizing time re-reading these two lines and trying to find "my control of tone of voice - of pitch and stress" as John Hollander refers to it in his book, Committed to Memory.
I am also busy committing the entire skeletal system to memory, with an exam on Wednesday. Did you know that every single little hole in the bones of your skull has a name? That every little bump and protrusion on all of your bones has a specific name? Supraorbital foramen, external auditory meatus, greater trochanter, nasolacrimal canal, linea aspera, medial malleous, styloid process...just to name a few. I wonder if there is a poem out there to help memorize the skeleton. I just searched, and found nothing; only a lame Hannah Montana song.
Well, I just remembered that I have my Psychology exam in about three hours. It is on none other than, the brain. So, I better get my hippocampus in gear and form some memories of my notes.
Here is one more try, not looking at the poem, strictly from memory:
"If you can keep your head about you when all around you /are losing theirs and blaming it on you;"
Close, pretty close. But I have a long road ahead of me. I hope I can keep my head, and not lose it, because I am afraid I'd only have myself to blame.
PS...the race is close on our poll! And the bus is winning, Yikes! That makes my stomach feel queasy.