When I started to read the poem I started to laugh because it clicked to me why Professor Kaufman would tell the class to just read it, and to not analyze it. Reading this poem was like a joke. It was laughing in my head all along just because nothing actually made sense. I enjoyed the poem more during the beginning and as I kept reading my focus was gone. I was just going along with it, and it felt like I was reading Plato again.The same feeling of reading and not knowing what I was reading came back. I was reading it but not understanding it; it didn’t make sense to me, but I kept going. Unlike Plato though, I didn’t even try to make sense of Stein because I was under the impression that it wasn’t suppose to make sense. So even though I read this in my head, my voice in my mind was very relaxed and patient. This patience didn’t last too long. By the time I was done with a whole page of the nonsense I got impatient. I wasn’t at a point where I was getting frustrated or angry, but I definitely noticed myself reading faster and missing certain words. To be honest when I was reading this, I didn’t actually know that Stein’s a woman. I tend to think that men are funnier people than women. So when I just assumed that the writer was a man I read it in a lighter mood and wasn’t intimidated. If I knew Stein’s a woman to begin with this might’ve changed. I probably would’ve read it with a more serious mood since I tend to think that women have more reasons behind everything they say, write, and do.