One question I ask a person when I am trying to get to know them, is who their best friend is. Many of them tell me that they have a lot of friends, not just one person for a best friend. It's amazing to have a bunch of friends. Really. However, I feel bad for the people who tell me this! I think any person who has never had a best friend, is missing a part of thier life. I have had three, total. One for every significant place that I have lived. I'm not saying that these are the only friends that I have had. I have a lot of friends, but there will always be people who you become so close to, that they are like your family. You love them.
The best friend that I went through most of elementary with, is a miss Laurel Roundy. I cant even remember very many things where Laurel wasn't with me. Elementary was bomb. We were crazy-cool! But...(hehehh)...some people might have defined us as "weird."
I rememeber in the thrird grade, we found a caterpiller. It was green, it was hairy, and we adored it. I even think that we named it. It must have been something creative like "Wormy". We made a paper box for it, filled with grass and leaves for him to eat, and carried it around with us all recess (and throughout class, but hidden in the front of our desks, in order to keep an eye on him). It was unfortunate, but he got squished the next recess. I remember the funeral well...
During lunch times, we loved to freak out the other kids, and cause a commotion by mixing foods and whatever else we could figure out. I actually liked the icecream-pizza that we would hum over on Fridays. When they gave us rolls, we would carve out the fluffy center, and squish them up so much that it would turn back into dough. My favorite, though, that always got a reaction fromthe crowd was when we would eat jello...through a straw. They hated the slurpy noise. ha
See, experiences like these don't happen without a best friend. I would definately write more, but unfortunately the class period is over. I LOVE LAUREL ROUNDY!!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
My Never-ending Grey
He said, "When are we ever going to use five paragraph essays in real life?" An unseen someone says, "This is real life!" She says, "School is your job right now; this is your real life." Next, "This is as real as it gets."
This is as real as it gets.
I sit, tired-- oh, so tired-- of endless work. For the future. This prepares me for the future, that prepares me for the future.
I look side to side and see my piles of books. Endless work. "This is as real as it gets," I hear.
Tears well up. This is it. This is now. My life. Isn't it pathetic?
Night after protracted night. I sit. I write. Math. Physics. English.
This is my life. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. There is never an ending goal. All is grey forever. We go to school, we do homework night after night. We go to college. Homework again. We work, work some more, then retire...Now you're too old to do anything fun anyway.
We die.
This is as real as it gets.
I sit, tired-- oh, so tired-- of endless work. For the future. This prepares me for the future, that prepares me for the future.
I look side to side and see my piles of books. Endless work. "This is as real as it gets," I hear.
Tears well up. This is it. This is now. My life. Isn't it pathetic?
Night after protracted night. I sit. I write. Math. Physics. English.
This is my life. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. There is never an ending goal. All is grey forever. We go to school, we do homework night after night. We go to college. Homework again. We work, work some more, then retire...Now you're too old to do anything fun anyway.
We die.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
ME AS A WRITER: A CASE STUDY ASSIGNMENT
My writing has grown throughout the years. But the experience that I think has started it off, and got me thinking about writing the most, was an experience from about the third grade.
When I was younger, I was able to make up stories on the spot. I would usually tell them to a close friend or my big brother, because these are the people I was always with. They were fun for me and for whoever was listening to me tell it. Lots of times they were told together, and whoever was with me would help the story along to make it even more funny, scary, or more interesting. It was a source of entertainment!
My brother and I used to live on a small goat farm. I was a tomboy, and we would play outside all the time when we were younger. We went on a plethora of adventures (many times doing what we weren't suppose to, and hopping the fence to our property line), feed the goats, or just dig a big hole in the dirt, like kids do.
One day a goat died, so of course Dominic and I had to poke it with a stick. While this went on, I started making up a ridiculous and hilarious short story about a girl's talking goat. It was tragic in the end since the goat dies, but as I told the story to my brother and later to my best friend, I couldn't keep them from laughing at the silly dialogue.
It was, in my little third-grader mind, the funniest (and therefore the best) story I had ever told. I decided to write it down. And it wasn't long before my friend Laurel and I wanted to make more like it.
Amongst our homework, we went home to work on other tales that also involved talking animals with unfortunate endings. The ones I remember were called "Totally Goat" (my first), "Awesome Frog," then there was one about an ostrich called "Like Ostrich."
These are the stories that made me want to write. I liked to make people laugh, and I discovered that writing was a perfect way of doing it.
When I was younger, I was able to make up stories on the spot. I would usually tell them to a close friend or my big brother, because these are the people I was always with. They were fun for me and for whoever was listening to me tell it. Lots of times they were told together, and whoever was with me would help the story along to make it even more funny, scary, or more interesting. It was a source of entertainment!
My brother and I used to live on a small goat farm. I was a tomboy, and we would play outside all the time when we were younger. We went on a plethora of adventures (many times doing what we weren't suppose to, and hopping the fence to our property line), feed the goats, or just dig a big hole in the dirt, like kids do.
One day a goat died, so of course Dominic and I had to poke it with a stick. While this went on, I started making up a ridiculous and hilarious short story about a girl's talking goat. It was tragic in the end since the goat dies, but as I told the story to my brother and later to my best friend, I couldn't keep them from laughing at the silly dialogue.
It was, in my little third-grader mind, the funniest (and therefore the best) story I had ever told. I decided to write it down. And it wasn't long before my friend Laurel and I wanted to make more like it.
Amongst our homework, we went home to work on other tales that also involved talking animals with unfortunate endings. The ones I remember were called "Totally Goat" (my first), "Awesome Frog," then there was one about an ostrich called "Like Ostrich."
These are the stories that made me want to write. I liked to make people laugh, and I discovered that writing was a perfect way of doing it.
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