“If there’s a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” - Toni Morrison

Monday, August 26, 2013

Thank Goodness High School Is Over (aka ROBOTIC)

I wrote this as a very tired Alyianna during exam time in June. I didn't think I was going to post this, but I decided to anyway.

Swipe, swipe. My hand moves a cloth rhythmically over the kitchen floor. Rhythmically and automatically.

They have succeeded. I am now a robot, good for nothing but poring over textbook and chunking out test scores for my parents. It's not for me anymore - I'm too tired and despondent and too robotic to think about that.

They've made me into the new woman, made in their image. I'm ready to listen to and then spew out any propaganda they tell me. But I when repeat it, it's in a tired voice. Who cares about Hobbes and Locke and Rousseau and Smith?

Monday, August 5, 2013

Writing Adjectives: Dry

It's like being devoid of any more emotionally uplifting thing, such as something so beautiful you smile and cry at the same time. Any such thing is sucked out of you, like a vacuum just had a go at your heart. It's kind of like when I get that eczema-like thing on my right hand when I wash my hands too much and/or forget to put on my medicated lotion. Except it's around my heart.

It starts when something happens you don't like...and then the little thing start to irk you, and then you feel like everything's gone wrong. And then you can't remember the last time you felt happy. It's just one of those days.

People around you tell you not to be so grumpy, but all you feel like to doing is sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Or perhaps, to cry.