I am taking a creative writing class online and let me tell you, it is SO much fun! Our first exercise was to think of the first thing that pops in your head and write constantly about it for 5 straight minutes. This is what I came up with, unedited:
Ready. Set. Go. Free writing! Yay! Okay. Oh, I’m at the beach? Running. Running from what?! A monster! Oh no! Now I’m running into the waves! Deeper, downder I go. I see fish. Red, blue, and orange. Lettuce growing underwater. Lettuce? Seaweed too. A giant seahorse! Suddenly I’m riding it. This is great. Oh no. I need to breathe. That’s okay. I seem fine anyway. The seahorse is taking me to a sunken ship! It has lettuce growing around it too. I touch the ship and suddenly I see the memories of all those who died on it. A scream escapes me and suddenly I’m on the beach. Running.
I actually REALLY like this idea. I think I might post it to my “Story Time” page if I ever finish it… So my creative writing teacher said that you don’t necessarily have to be creative to write creatively. It just takes practice, willingness to free your mind and think. Forming an idea out of seeing someone cross the street; always thinking and gathering ideas to write. That’s creative writing.
Stay strong. Two words full of meaning. Stay strong. It means you are strong, you just have to hold on to it. Continue to be strong. Bullying is a hard, menacing, and stupid thing to do. I’m sorry, but I’m sick of this. I do not care if you bully because you’re stressed out, or you have family problems, or anxiety; that is no excuse to make someones life miserable. I’ve seen people commit SUICIDE because of a stupid bully who couldn’t keep they’re mouth shut and they’re excuse is “i have family issues”. It’s sad.
I recently came in touch with a friend from elementary school. We weren’t really friends but we knew each other, said hi a couple times. She found me the other day on Instagram, and we’ve been texting ever since. She was bullied. Still is. But she is strong. They aren’t getting to her. She posted this yesterday:
“In retrospect, I have been bullied A LOT. I was verbally bullied in the 5th grade. I literally wanted to cry. But I have a positvie attitude and smile everyday. Now it’s still going on. Look guys, being bullied hurts. I know. But one thing, the bully can’t control your positivity or your mind. Know this, whatever happens to you, don’t let the bully get to you. Tell your parents, teachers, whatever, that you’re being bullied. You have to tell someone. Whether it’s a counselor or a friend, they’re always there for you. Same as a witness, you have to tell. If your friend is being bullied, would you be willing to spread some happy words to make his/her day? If a buddy gets bullied, would you stand on the sidelines to watch or go and tell someone? It’s okay to be a tattletale. It’s a totally different situation. Turn the other cheek and speak up. Don’t be afraid.”
She has unstoppable perseverance. I am in awe.
And so the games begin! As a child I always dreamed of being a Olympic competitor. Just imagine walking out with your team. The thrill and excitement of actually being there and experiencing the Olympics would be downright awesome. “Insert dreamy look in my eyes”. Sign. Oh at the time I never thought about training, working hard, and actually being good at a sport. All the effort that Olympians put into reaching that point; I think they all should receive medals. I mean look at them!
My childhood dreams vanished when I realized how lazy I was compared to them. Am I the only one is isn’t inspired by inspirational people? Whenever I see someone so talented, unique, hardworking, and successful I always became sad and upset that I’m very un-talented. You know what I mean? Inspirational people don’t inspire me, they remind me how unsuccessful I am.
May the odds be ever in your favor.
Sorry, that’s so cliche.
When people see me, they don’t tend to think that I’m that hardcore sports football fan. Usually because I dress “girly” and follow clothes trends. Oh yeah, I take selfies, have a Pinterest, and have a Tumblr. So I’m your average girl. Except I understand, watch, and enjoy football. Redskins all the way (they lose all the time)! In the Super Bowl this year I was cheering for the Denver Bronco’s. They lost. Horribly. They played amazing during the season, but this one, little, and very important game was a a huge failure. It seems that all the teams I cheer for end up losing. Well anyway the seasons over and I’m going through a post-football depression. No more football until next September! ARGH! I need to find something else to waste my time with…