Two essays we're suppose to talk about on here. Honestly I can't bring myself to print out 29 pages of essays, so reading them on my laptop late on a Thursday night will have to do. The two essays I chose were "Mint Snowball" by Naomi Shihab Nye and "Things to do today".
"Mint Snowball" is a good essay. I mean I really really liked it. It's as if I can taste this chilled treat as I read it, and not because I had brushed my teeth with minty-fresh crest toothpaste moments before reading it. The imagery Nye uses is wonderful. How the counter has a shining face, the clinks of nickels, wide summer afternoons, the drugstore, the fresh mint leaves that wouldn't wash off of grandfather's hands, everything is just so fresh and lovely.
I can also tell that Nye really wants to go back to that time. She looks at the things she can do now: use a fax machine, change a plane ticket, and other very modern activities...but she wishes that she could go back and visit that drugstore. I don't think you can get anything from a drugstore that's a nickel anymore. She wishes she could just go back to an easier going time.
Things to do today is just very strange. It reminds me of a bucket list. Things to do before you do, defy what you believe in and be as bad as possible. But that's just me...maybe it's just a crazy person who's OCD about everything...even his sadistic thoughts. I guess i'll find out tomorrow.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
As I sit here at 10:19 on a Thursday night...
I try to finish up my writing assignment for this week. It has been an exciting week for me, but scary as well. Figuring out your future isn't easy, and neither is waiting for an important phone call. And I am sure the more that I talk about it, the longer my wait will be - if this call will come at all. Hopefully it will though...just hopefully.
Sitting here at my desk that I just cleaned off (so much clutter) I read the blog assignment that we are suppose to accomplish. Listening to Taylor Swift's new album (which is very very good by the way)I reflect on things that I have been reading. The three stories that we were suppose to have read are coming across as very difficult to me, so I figure why not change it up and incorporate another assignment I am suppose to be doing.
For one of my other classes, I have to find a prose piece to perform (isn't it funny how classes that aren't related to each other end up crossing paths?). My teacher says that we cannot perform something from a play, because that is not prose, but rather a short story or a chunk of a novel. So I have been reading bits and pieces from my favorite books over the past few days and trying to find something that I could perform in front of the twenty-some-odd people in my class. Pulling out my favorite books that I read at least once a year (because once I find something I love, I keep it forever), and I have to say I love them still.
One of my favorites is a fourth grade reading level, historical fiction, battered book that I read whenever I can if I have a day to waste. It's called Fever 1793. My all-time favorite! A girl named Maddie goes through adulthood faster than ever once yellow fever hits Pennsylvania, where she lives with her mother and grandfather. I don't know why, but I have kept that book for years. There is something that just draws me to it. Maybe because it's a tragedy (and aren't all people drawn to the bizarre and gruesome?) happening to a young girl. Maybe because it is a part I would love to play in a movie or something. The words on the pages draw me in every single time I pick it up, which is how a book should be. I can't describe it, it is just amazing.
Sitting here at my desk that I just cleaned off (so much clutter) I read the blog assignment that we are suppose to accomplish. Listening to Taylor Swift's new album (which is very very good by the way)I reflect on things that I have been reading. The three stories that we were suppose to have read are coming across as very difficult to me, so I figure why not change it up and incorporate another assignment I am suppose to be doing.
For one of my other classes, I have to find a prose piece to perform (isn't it funny how classes that aren't related to each other end up crossing paths?). My teacher says that we cannot perform something from a play, because that is not prose, but rather a short story or a chunk of a novel. So I have been reading bits and pieces from my favorite books over the past few days and trying to find something that I could perform in front of the twenty-some-odd people in my class. Pulling out my favorite books that I read at least once a year (because once I find something I love, I keep it forever), and I have to say I love them still.
One of my favorites is a fourth grade reading level, historical fiction, battered book that I read whenever I can if I have a day to waste. It's called Fever 1793. My all-time favorite! A girl named Maddie goes through adulthood faster than ever once yellow fever hits Pennsylvania, where she lives with her mother and grandfather. I don't know why, but I have kept that book for years. There is something that just draws me to it. Maybe because it's a tragedy (and aren't all people drawn to the bizarre and gruesome?) happening to a young girl. Maybe because it is a part I would love to play in a movie or something. The words on the pages draw me in every single time I pick it up, which is how a book should be. I can't describe it, it is just amazing.
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