A Poets Lure
I started to write a "book" that i'm sure will never finish, about the highschool thought and experiences of a free-spirited girl. Here is the first page or so, tell me if you want to see the whole thing and be updated.
Her thoughts on school:
I walked casually into the classroom. My bag was heavy with books, and it was silent. I looked around and not a single person was talking. This is what Mr. Shawn does to you. Nobody is lively before our oral presentations.
Mr. Shawn is tall, dark, handsome, and scary as hell. He has one of those voices that rumbles when he talks. I usually find it humorous when I think about the fact of him teaching my poetry class. He seems like the kind that would teach P.E. or at least Math. But he is a great teacher. I don’t think I’ve enjoyed a class more than this class. The day before a quiz, he asks us question after impossible question. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has driven a few people to tears. Yet, when I walk in the next day and sit down I realize that I understand more. It makes you think. He overworks us, and makes us learn it the complicated way, only to make it simple. Still, people seem to hate him. Me, I respect him. He forces us to learn. To me, that makes a good teacher.
relationships:
.... But I have one belief. If our record collects don’t match. I can’t even begin to think the relationship has a future, because the single thing that I hold in the highest regard is my music, and since I have an odd collection. It’s hard to find someone I actually would date, and truthfully, I don’t mind that. I haven’t found anyone else. Sure, you can call me feminist, or shallow, but really I don’t mind.
Wyatt...
He has this curly black hair that falls just at his dark eyes, and although he is my best friend, I am not ashamed to say he is sexy as hell.
People:
You could label me a hippie, but only if you wanted to piss me off. I don’t believe in labeling. People are people
Life:
Cause I’m an oddball. How I am doesn’t necessarily match my raising, but it’s me. I like technology and science although I grew up in the country. Half of my life I was without any of this, fifteen minutes to the nearest town, with strict technophobe parents. That’s where the artist part comes in though. I hate the television, and always have, so when my family sits down to watch it. That always gave me time to draw or write. I think I’ve been getting better and I don’t plan to stop growing. There is only one thing I really wish there would be more of in my life, and that’s travel. I want to see the world, but I’m not exactly blessed with the money for it. So, I have never seen the ocean, and I might just have to wait another 10 years before I do. So right now. I’ll settle for the dreams. Cause I’ve got a whole life ahead of me. For now, I can just sit and draw the countryside I’ve been so fond of for my whole life, and when I say country side, I don’t mean in the middle of nowhere cornfield thing. I hate that. I hate agriculture, and considering I’ve never been out of Iowa, you can probably tell I’m just a little bitter in life. What I mean by country side isn’t that. The countryside I love is the wide space, the trees, and the vast long ocean of sky. It’s the only place in America where you can really grasp the idea of “freedom”.
Her thoughts on school:
I walked casually into the classroom. My bag was heavy with books, and it was silent. I looked around and not a single person was talking. This is what Mr. Shawn does to you. Nobody is lively before our oral presentations.
Mr. Shawn is tall, dark, handsome, and scary as hell. He has one of those voices that rumbles when he talks. I usually find it humorous when I think about the fact of him teaching my poetry class. He seems like the kind that would teach P.E. or at least Math. But he is a great teacher. I don’t think I’ve enjoyed a class more than this class. The day before a quiz, he asks us question after impossible question. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has driven a few people to tears. Yet, when I walk in the next day and sit down I realize that I understand more. It makes you think. He overworks us, and makes us learn it the complicated way, only to make it simple. Still, people seem to hate him. Me, I respect him. He forces us to learn. To me, that makes a good teacher.
relationships:
.... But I have one belief. If our record collects don’t match. I can’t even begin to think the relationship has a future, because the single thing that I hold in the highest regard is my music, and since I have an odd collection. It’s hard to find someone I actually would date, and truthfully, I don’t mind that. I haven’t found anyone else. Sure, you can call me feminist, or shallow, but really I don’t mind.
Wyatt...
He has this curly black hair that falls just at his dark eyes, and although he is my best friend, I am not ashamed to say he is sexy as hell.
People:
You could label me a hippie, but only if you wanted to piss me off. I don’t believe in labeling. People are people
Life:
Cause I’m an oddball. How I am doesn’t necessarily match my raising, but it’s me. I like technology and science although I grew up in the country. Half of my life I was without any of this, fifteen minutes to the nearest town, with strict technophobe parents. That’s where the artist part comes in though. I hate the television, and always have, so when my family sits down to watch it. That always gave me time to draw or write. I think I’ve been getting better and I don’t plan to stop growing. There is only one thing I really wish there would be more of in my life, and that’s travel. I want to see the world, but I’m not exactly blessed with the money for it. So, I have never seen the ocean, and I might just have to wait another 10 years before I do. So right now. I’ll settle for the dreams. Cause I’ve got a whole life ahead of me. For now, I can just sit and draw the countryside I’ve been so fond of for my whole life, and when I say country side, I don’t mean in the middle of nowhere cornfield thing. I hate that. I hate agriculture, and considering I’ve never been out of Iowa, you can probably tell I’m just a little bitter in life. What I mean by country side isn’t that. The countryside I love is the wide space, the trees, and the vast long ocean of sky. It’s the only place in America where you can really grasp the idea of “freedom”.
posted by Nikki @ 31.3.06
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