GRAF 4

I take 25 minutes showers- always have, always will. This bothers 99 percent of the people in my life, especially before any sort of event, but, it’s not going to change. When I go to the doctor for anything, I usually research the ailement for about an hour so I can be prepared to ask every question. I can’t stand the smell of Mayonaise, and will not eat anything that contains it. I love the smell of Lillies, and it’s inevitable that each time I smell them, I end up with a yellow nose from the pollen that I was apparently sniffing-happens every time.  Women who are single moms and have full time jobs blow my mind, and are perhaps the most incredible people on Earth. I primarily only eat vegetarian foods, although once a month I treat myself to a thick, rare steak at my favorite steakhouse.  I like to support Patagonia as much as possible, as they do good things with their money. I have never had my ears pierced, I think holes in ears are bizarre(but I think the piercing in my nose is cute and completely normal). Tattoos will never be considered on my  body, ever. I love Tequila, and occasionally, I love it enough that my morning after text messages to my girlfriends ususally read, “did we really do that?”.   I love PBS Masterpiece Theater, and any Jane Austen series. I can be a really bad friend, because I am selfish with my time and my energy.

Graf 3: Inventory

Inventory

Here is the inventory of my computer desk:

-A key, one of which I have stared at for weeks and have no idea where it goes to.

-A 12-inch Macbook

-An old popsicle stick- circa summer time?

-A calculator

-Five black Sharpies (because you never know when you will need five at once, of course)

-A cup reading, “Life is good.”

-A pencil

-Three stained coffee cups

-My cell phone

-A bottle of Tums

- I pod

-A matchbox car(your guess is as good as mine)

-A letter to an old friend that I have lost touch with

-Two pieces of Eclipse Spearmint gum

-Matches

-Classified section of the newspaper

-Scissors

-Two coasters

-Five envelopes, empty

-My cell phone charger

-A stack of bills

-Three Red Bull cans(empty of course)

Conclusion:

Ohh this poor girl. And yet she wonders why she has heartburn. Coffee coffee and more coffee! On top of that, she will kill herself with the liquid, legal crack that they call, Red Bull. She takes another Tums because if the bright computer screen piercing her eyes won’t make her crazy, the heartburn will.  If only she would pay those bills, her anxiety and late nights of trying to find a better paying job would be gone. She has circled every single job that she could ever imagine herself having, and she hasn’t even noticed that the black Sharpie ink has run right through her newspaper-right onto her desk! She stares at her “Life is Good” mug and smirks at the irony. Ohh if only life WAS good.

Worst Teacher

The first time that I read the name “Ms. Merril” across the classroom whiteboard I thought, “Hmmmm, Ms.?” My judgment about why a forty-something year old woman was unmarried immediately began. The desk from which she stood behind was as cold as the face she wore. There were no pictures of family, no tacky pencil holders, and no form of life other than the stack of papers that were waiting to be graded.  I wondered what kind of life she had. She had short dark hair, and wore loose Carhart jeans and a plain shirt. Her face was thin, and her eyes appeared black. She had pressed her small lips together unless she spoke, and when she spoke, her tone was aggressive, and her words seemed angry. My judgments would continue. I would often wonder, “Why would any woman dress so masculine? Why doesn’t this woman have children? Is she grumpy because no man would marry her?”.  I studied her expressions and her body language hard, and assumed she felt my annoyed energy. What was wrong with this teacher? Who talks like that?  How could anyone be so unfriendly-especially a female?

 Months would continue, and my fellow classmates and I suffered through the painful Earth Science course that had been required and chosen for us each to take. Ms. Merril asked each question to the class in a condescending way, that made you question every bit of yourself, and left each person feeling utterly embarrassed for moments later.  When students asked questions, Ms. Merril had even colder answers.

The following semester, Ms. Merril resigned. I had always wondered months, and even years later what had happened to her. I even fantasized that perhaps she was a happy person. Maybe she did have children and a loving husband at home. And maybe the judgments of twelve, fourteen year old students were inaccurate. Perhaps her abrupt tone and “I don’t take B.S” attitude was exactly what we needed to learn the material. However, I don’t remember a single thing about Earth Science…..

Syllabus questions

Dear John,

1.) Why don't you allow poetry in weekly freestyles?
2.) If homework is due on a certain date, does that mean BEFORE this day or by the end of this day?
3.) Why do you use blogspot instead of Blackboard?

Thankyou and sincerely,
Curious Abby

GRAF 1

As I look down at my hands, I see my future. I dream of a sparkling, small diamond on my left ring finger, from a man whom I have not yet met. I watch my fingers begin to fold, as if I am cupping something in my left hand, and I dream of an infant's tiny head that the hand is supporting. As I am holding this child, my right hand is supporting the rest of the infant's body, and I am gazing into my first born's eyes.  I look at my hands and I see future wrinkles, the wrinkles that reflect the hard work that my hands will do; the cooking, the writing, the typing.  I invision scars from hot embers that I was not patient enough to let cool before adding that extra piece of wood to the fireplace. I look down at my hands and I see not my past, not my present, but my future.

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