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omg, this seriously feels like the first time in weeks that I've been able to just sit and breath properly without the pressure of homework crushing my chest. Yeesh!
In light of that, I'm going to post a quick little thing I did for a writing exercise in my creative non-fiction class today.
Seven of ♦. Jack of ♠ . Five of ♥ .
Given three cards, I thought, 'What could they be?' The first was the seven of diamonds. Lucky number seven. Its sharp points remind me of the past seven days of classes, work, homework, and studying. Those seven days stand out sharplyin my memory as I chant "Just one more class. One last event before the weekend is mine".
The second card was the jack of spades. His long, curly , colden locks are as intricate ashis garb, yet do no match his moustache, which curls up at the tips. My father used to try to do teh same with his moustache. It look lots of moustache wax and much time twisting and turning, grooming each fiber into place--an effort of vanity. What a vain jack. His eyes appeared haunty, staring into the distance; upon closer inspection, hey hold an exhaustion which I share. They stare out and away into the distance, searching for a reprieve.
Class is almost over. A couple hours remain until I can reclaim the day. The last card was the five of hearts. Three face up, two face downwards. They are red, bleeding hearts, a symbol for a week spent battling the odds of a college workload. Five badges of honor for five days of the week. Beep beep. Beep beep. My watch announces the end of class. I hand in the seven red diamonds and all their associated stress with gusto. Then, the exhausted jack returns to his deck, and the bleeding hearts are left at the door. Two last cards, two days of relative relaxation.
In light of that, I'm going to post a quick little thing I did for a writing exercise in my creative non-fiction class today.
Seven of ♦. Jack of ♠ . Five of ♥ .
Given three cards, I thought, 'What could they be?' The first was the seven of diamonds. Lucky number seven. Its sharp points remind me of the past seven days of classes, work, homework, and studying. Those seven days stand out sharplyin my memory as I chant "Just one more class. One last event before the weekend is mine".
The second card was the jack of spades. His long, curly , colden locks are as intricate ashis garb, yet do no match his moustache, which curls up at the tips. My father used to try to do teh same with his moustache. It look lots of moustache wax and much time twisting and turning, grooming each fiber into place--an effort of vanity. What a vain jack. His eyes appeared haunty, staring into the distance; upon closer inspection, hey hold an exhaustion which I share. They stare out and away into the distance, searching for a reprieve.
Class is almost over. A couple hours remain until I can reclaim the day. The last card was the five of hearts. Three face up, two face downwards. They are red, bleeding hearts, a symbol for a week spent battling the odds of a college workload. Five badges of honor for five days of the week. Beep beep. Beep beep. My watch announces the end of class. I hand in the seven red diamonds and all their associated stress with gusto. Then, the exhausted jack returns to his deck, and the bleeding hearts are left at the door. Two last cards, two days of relative relaxation.