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Now What

This next chapter in our Creative Writing book of life, is closer than I care to think. I don't know what is ahead of me for the next semester, whether we have a jackass of a teacher or a nice, compassionate teacher. All that really matters to me is that they know what they're doing. And it's deeper than that; if you're going to replace a teacher as well rounded and sophisticated as Mr. Good, you better have something equal or better to follow up with. Which would be tough.
Who knows what's going to happen.. I have never been in this situation before--having to re-adapt to 3 teachers in a single year.
Now What?

Let's look beyond the horizon. Whatever happens, I will hold my grace out for the next teacher, whether he/she holds me to the same statute will determine my actions from there.

Read a Riff

This is something I'd like to share. I ran across it sometime ago, it's pretty entertaining and gives some great ideas.

These top 25 analogies were collected by high-school english teachers from exams. Some of them are pretty entertaining.

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a ThighMaster.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

Fat Sensitive Kids...

Real Talk with Mary Saybolt

RITE A RIFF

This is a recent entry in my Fast Write Journal. It doesn't stand out in any way to me, it just happens to be the page I opened too. Here it is:

The other day I logged on to my Facebook an was just minding my own business ya know, checking notifications, replying to messages.. Anyways, I was scrolling down my news feed just innocently scoping out Facebook when I came across a picture of a girl with a shaved head. Not completely bald, but maybe 1/4-1/2 inch hair length on the shaved parts. It was short as fuck. Through further analysis of the photograph, and by glancing at the title of the photo, I could see this was no one other than my ex, Kallie. "JESUS" was what I said. I was shocked. Damn near shit my pants. "How the.. What the.. Why?!" was all  I thought. She had shaved the sides of her head up to above her ears. It looked ridiculous. I was embarrassed for her. And for myself, having had anything to do with that. She wasn't crazy when I was with her, but now I will live in silence, and not speak of or mention any relation with that fool.

It looked like that..........................................^^ But not as attractive.

Blog Reviews

NATE YO: This blog is pretty well done. I have to give props to Nate for letting me create this for him.

Billy's Blog: This blog was unique because it had great contrast between the text and background and it used good spacing between pictures and text. It also had a good balance of information.

TGOD's blog: This blog was unique but needed more material. It had a poem that was pretty creative but the blog site itself was pretty weak.

Remember

I remember important instances in my life by replaying them over and over again, usually when I'm trying to think of something to brighten my day. For example, lets say I'm having a shitty day at school, everything just keeps getting worse and worse. I figure if I think about a good day on the mountain, or a good experience at a party or even little things that I excel at, it brightens my day. I choose not to remember experiences that have no meaning or were bad, although this is not to say I don't learn from them. I gather the information needed from past experiences and apply them to the future, so I can abstain from reliving a bad experience. It is the essence of ever-perfecting, which is how I remember.
Example, when I want to brighten a gloomy day, I will think of this: Eaglecrest terrain park, long ago.


These quotes capture my mindset about skiing completely.


The sport of skiing consists of wearing three thousand dollars' worth of clothes and equipment and driving two hundred miles in the snow in order to stand around at a bar and get drunk.  ~P.J. O'Rourke,Modern Manners, 1984


When it comes to skiing, there's a difference between what you think it's going to be like, what it's really like, and what you tell your friends it was like.  ~Author Unknown


Skiing combines outdoor fun with knocking down trees with your face.  ~Dave Barry

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