Title: Deflated

This semester I am taking the Honors Writing 150 course. Lately we have been doing some freewrites to get our creativity flowing and help us brainstorm for our personal narrative assignment we have coming up.


I've found I begrudgingly love the freewrites. They force me to actually express myself on paper, something that used to be my life's breath, but now I seldom venture into. And so today, as I wait down the hall from my German classroom (because I'm avoiding someone who is sitting right outside it... Story for another day...) I have decided to share this morning's freewrite with you.

“It doesn’t matter because you push and push me until I just shut down completely.”
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      Letting the smell of mom’s sugar cookies trail behind me, I took the stairs two at a time up to Kate’s bedroom. Pulling my phone out of my apron’s pocket, I stole a quick breath before my gaze rolled across the screen. I was surprised to find the disconnection with which I had faced the first two texts melting away as the phone buzzed in my hand for the fifth, sixth, seventh time, every ‘click’ as I scrolled to the next text feeling like a punch to the gut. Lines like “I can’t handle...” and “I’m done...” jumped out at me and curled around in my head.

      At the eighth text the words suddenly blurred out of focus and I could’t quite remember how to bring them back again. My shins hit the edge of the air mattress before the first sob broke free.

Whoo! Ohh-ohoh... Ouch.

My legs are on fire! You see, I'm taking four different P.E. classes this semester- intermediate tap dance, beginning contemporary dance, polynesian dance, and flexibility. And boy am I feeling it! Standing up, sitting down, and lets not even talk about walking up stairs... Especially that wretched "stairway of death" on campus. That thing is HUGE!

Lets just say I'll be thoroughly disappointed if my legs aren't completely ripped by the end of the semester.

HELLO My name is...

I enjoy when cute boys randomly ask if they can sit at my lunch table with me...

Eric is a junior from Las Vegas, majoring in business with an emphasis in entrepreneurship. He loves Boston, although he's only visited for three hours, while on a church historical site tour.  He loves the trees though, and has always wanted to go to Boston in the fall. We have quite a bit in common too! We were both born in Utah, both lived our early childhood years in California, and both love the beach. Eric has blond hair, stunning blue eyes, and a cute, easy smile (with a little dimple!) He looks good in red and likes to spike his hair with gel. He ate Taco Bell and had never tried the green sauce. I hadn't either, so we tried it together. It wasn't that bad, but we both decided that the red sauce is better.

It's amazing what you can learn in twenty minutes!

Six Days In

Can you feel that? I can feel it... Only six days in and I can feel it. Usually it will take me the first few months to get to this point, but already I can pick one word to predict what this year will hold.

Challenge.

Now, challenge isn't necessarily a bad thing. It can catch you off guard, and can test you beyond your normal limits, but it is usually for the best. Valiance is the key. I just hope I have enough of it.