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second-guessing

I blame myself for reading Paolo Coelho’s The Winner Stands Alone. Written as an essay for a friend, I hope it’s all right, although pretty ranty. Most of the stuff down there’s true, by the way, although I never considered anthropology.

And this entry was fully inspired while reading Leigh’s blog, although she does it much, much better than I ever could. I love her writing style and how she uses her words.

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On Childhood

I can only hope it doesn’t sound preachy.

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Musi–omfg INTERNET IS BACK ON

I like instrumental pieces. They give me room to think without fully disrupting my thoughts. It isn’t a train, exactly. More of a general cloud of sentences or phrases. Mostly it’s classical, usually Canon in D or Moonlight Sonata (once it was Fur Elise) but I like “If” by Peter Rudenko. It’s weird, since the person that showed it to me said it was “tragic.”

Music gives me scenes, not feelings. I didn’t tell that person. Whenever I listen to intstrumentals, I always imagine the player so intensely connected to the moment. The way the fingers press down on every key, how the bow is held between the fingers as it caresses the violin…musicians that close their eyes while playing touch me the most.

It’s a fluffy feeling…I can’t really explain it well enough. In my terms it’s like your heart is being tickled…with a feather from a small, pudgy bird.

I wonder if teachers have their own soundtracks to listen to as they make lesson plans, or check our homework?

We read “Dark Glasses” by Roland Barthes today in class. Today being July 21. The professor looked at me and mentioned that I wrote like Madame de Sevigne. I had no idea how to react as usual and laughed. I’m always laughing…it’s my default mode. Smiling and laughing, being optimistic, and a little mean (although in retrospect–damn, this is what she meant. Madame de Sevigne used this technique, too.) usually made me likeable, or at least someone that can be tolerated.

I don’t understand people that have trouble writing essays and reaction papers. Not much difference, personally. I wouldn’t know. I just comment and react and write it all down and submit it to my teachers. I’d be excited to hand over my essays to my high school English teachers–I liked reading their comments about my opinions on things.

Reading my reaction papers or essays would give people a better understanding of me than I could ever explain…

Once I finish reading the Young Adult Lit book another professor is about to assign to a few others including myself, time to write an academic paper. An essay about the questions we discussed about the “Hero’s Adventure.”

The kids (I have 16-19 year old classmates) kept asking what a premise was. I said it was probably a unifying theme–answering all those questions in order in essay format? You’d be better off using a powerpoint presentation with bulleted lists, and putting me to sleep with that kind of work–based on the questions.

Like for instance–my theme question would be compassion. I would open it with a quote from the book emphasizing this, and then explain further upon *why* it’s considered compassionate…follow it up with “____ is suffering with, as seen…” subquestions and continue until I’d done as much relevant questions as the book had.

This would be my first paper with MLA citations, and I’m excited. 6 pages minimum not including the citations…pity it’s TNR; Calibri or Helvetica would look much better.

Of course, my actual essay would either be different or the same pattern … depends on my mood.

The 50 questions are like a general guide, but we can arrange and play with them as much as we wanted, as long as we used all (excluding comparing Jesus/Buddha/John Lennon’s Heroisms, I doubt that I’d survive that three-way) of the questions.

It’s like Build-A-Bear or making our own maps out of a template. Build-An-Essay…that’d be a useful shop, for sure. The real challenge for me is to have fun, be professional and be creative all at once…ah.

I wonder how long papers would get when I’m in 2nd, 3rd, 4th year? And thesis…maybe a character study, if that was allowed?

The Bitter and the Sweet

I remember the bitter parts of life, can see the dirt that lies in between people’s fingernails. Do I dwell on them? No, I take them away and push them–still wriggling and pulsating like deformed half-dead worms–in the back of my mind. These thoughts don’t deserve to see the light of day and so I keep them, in their own chest of secrets.

I focus on the sunbeam, the diamond in the pupils of happy eyes, the contented sleepy gesture of a warmed pet. I keep the sweet sentiments of early love lives on display, easily accessible at any given time. But is this really living? Ignoring the bitter bits, digging a hole and letting them rot while tending mere fragments of an enjoyed afternoon, a delightful conversation, a day wherein that nasty brute from across the street did NOT call out to you in names far from appropriate?

Perhaps I shall take out my dusty, bitter box and sample from it what I can stomach. I shall put the sweet box in the hole, and let it germinate and if I am fortunate, will blossom and bear sweeter fruit.

Maybe that is the way it was supposed to be, all along.