Final Reflection Post:- I have really enjoyed several types of writing posts this semester. One of my favorite lessons we did was the writing on art (through the window, Edward Hopper, artist of our choosing). I enjoyed this because art is so beautiful and writing is also so beautiful so I felt as though we were just adding beauty to beauty and it was very enjoyable. I also really enjoyed the section where we focused on color and was very poetry heavy. I just really felt inspired by the color samples and it was amazing to me how just looking at a color could form a story and a background. I also really enjoyed the share and scare because that is not the type of writing I would normally do so it was fun to sort of break out of my shell and write something new.
- I personally enjoyed commenting on others work just because it was fun to read and see how some people are so diverse and can really write about anything and write it well. For example every time I got to comment on Charli's work it shocked me how good of a writer she is and how she could write anything very well where it captivated me and made me hang on every word. A specific example is the piece she wrote about the shell this piece was heart wrenching and had a plot twist and was a really great story that stuck with me all semester. I also personally enjoy the writing style of Katheryn because she writes with such depth and it shows through everything she writes. Everyone in this class is incredibly talented and I cannot think of a single person who has not written something I've enjoyed.
- Setting up my blog was a very exciting experience I loved the idea of having a format to share my work that was completely created by me and could embody everything I want my writing to present. I came up with the name because I've always loved that word and the meaning behind it and I think the word serendipity also shows (for me anyway) how it should feel to write, to stumble upon something beautiful without searching for it. I know aside from this class my friends have read my blog and I hope they continue to read it, I'm proud of my work and I want anyone to read it that would enjoy it. I know I will continue to use it in the future, this class has sparked a passion for writing I didnt know I had and I have full intentions of continuing to use it. I will write about anything that provokes me to write about it. I have been doing more personal story writing and lately and I would like to post some of those entries to this blog.
- I love journaling, it is something that feels very personal just because it is the first draft of any story or creation. Stories, poetry, I have anything and everything in my journal. To me journaling is more personal so it is not really something I would like a ton of other people to read.
- If I Were in Charge of the World:
If I were in charge of the world I'd cancel flu season, headaches, homework and running late.
If I were in charge of the world there would be later nights, longer weekends and endless sunsets over towns that never sleep.
If I were in charge of the world you wouldn't have sadness, or pain, you wouldn't have a bad report card or "you're just not good enough" you wouldn't even have failure.
If I were in charge of the world a heaping bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream would be a vegetable, All year would be 75 degrees (even when it snows) and a person who forgets to make her bed before school and sometimes forgot to eat a meal would still be in charge of the world.
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The waves of emotion wash over me, engulfing me like the violent ocean waves during a storm. I toss and I turn dreaming of the simple times. A calming, beautiful, tranquility stained these dreams. I dream of our first date, the first time you told me you loved me,the way you made me feel at peace with a simple glance from across the room. Suddenly the worst feeling overcomes me and I begin to drift away from the tranquil dreaming state and begin to feel like I’m drowning, drifting farther and farther away into a nightmare. I see you walking away, leaving me all alone. I see the person who once held my heart, rip it apart. These dreams are stained with an unsettling, miserable, turbulence. I am jolted awake and look over to the other side of the bed and reach out for my phone longing to call for you to comfort me but you are not there. No matter how much time passes your presence still lingers in my dreams. The once peaceful rainfall that filled my dreams turned into a hurricane because you are gone. The only traces of you are the dream marks on my pillow.
7. I plan to do a lot of creative writing in the future, I love it and even if I can't make a career out of it I still want to do it in my free time. Writing gives me a sense of fulfillment and it makes me genuinely happy and it makes my friends and family happy to read it so all around it is just the thing I do now that brings me the most joy.
8. Thank you all for sharing such amazing work this semester it has been really amazing to learn more about everyone through their writing and you have done such a great job with everything you've posted! Definitely keep writing because everyone in this class has a talent for it, thank you guys for a great year!
9. A screaming comes across the sky. The most violent shades of grey wash over the clouds as they loom closer and solemn raindrops begin to fall. It's the kind of day where you just know something is going to go wrong. I look across the rickety wooden floorboards and see my grandpa, just sitting in his chair, rocking back and forth drifting in and out of sleep just as he does everyday listening to the soft sounds of rain hitting the roof. I study his expression for a while seeing every facial expression he's ever made through the lines and wrinkles on his face. I eventually decide to go over to him, something I hadn't done for years. My grandfather is a strict man, the type of man who would send you to your room without dinner or lock the doors and make you stay outside if you were out ten minutes past curfew. A man that never really understood me or my parents for that matter, and quite frankly did not want to. I was supposed to turn out the way he wanted, I was destined to become a lawyer or doctor or something more than a struggling musician working part time at a record store. I never wanted to be stuck in the boring routine of everyday work but he didn't understand that and decided to not have much to do with me. I always understood or at least told myself that because I know my grandmother passing away was hard on him, so much so that ever since that day he just sits in his rocking-chair and stares out the window. I hesitantly slink over to him, finally ready to talk again, my head full of questions and my heart racing. There are so many things I want to say to him but no words to form the thoughts. I finally am able to squeak out a sentence and I ask him the one thing I want to know. I wanted to know why my future plans had such an effect on him, I wanted to know why he cared so much. The thing that angered me was not the two years of silence but the words that came after. He told me he wanted me to make something of myself and not just sit around unable to fend for myself in the world. He told me he wanted me to live my life while I'm able to live it and not be...well, what I am. This statement was enough to bring a rush of anger over me. I could only think of how hypocritical the simple statement was, he is still able to live his life but chooses not to, because tragedy hit our family he shut out those he has left. He won't go outside of his small four wall world and refuses to move past it. To thank him for the "words of wisdom" he gave me I want to give him the gift he really wants... silence, I came to the conclusion that I need to leave him with few words I hope will make him think. Before I cross the threshold into the dismal unwelcoming world I say to him, in your rocking-chair, by your window dreaming shall you long, alone. In your rocking-chair by your window dreaming, shall you dream such happiness as you may never feel.
