And the times are starting to roll...
Well, welcome back.
To another use of my LJ and another school year which starts tomorrow.
I am so incredibly nervous and excited at the same time.
I have to bea role model and tour freshman, and I have responsibility, (along with Jon...but...he doesn't do much in anycase and already dislikes 1 or 2 of our peer mentees, which worries me) and that responsibility is great and a fantastic thing, but scary at the same time. What if they think I'm too weird to talk to, or not "cool" enough. I know I shouldn't worry, but, I do because this is like being a CIT at camp (in a way), but...at school. This year is going to be a huge shift and I'm not sure I'm ready for that. I have incredibly hard teachers and a lot of pressure in other areas of school as well. I still haven't finished summer writing, and I have a good bit left. I promised myself to finish two more stories tonight, and I plan on it, if my meds like me enough to comply.
I also have no idea if my creative writing is up to par for this year. So now I am freaking out about that too.
This is not a good trend.
Calming down would be a fantastic idea.
Hmm...Ragtime Cd sitting next to me...I am tempted, but then I will get another song stuck in my head and i won't be able to concentrate, kinda like now.
But, overall life is good. I actually get to see Sarah on Saturday, we have the morning, which rocks. I miss her. Then at night I see the new Pig Iron show and talk to Terry. She asked Gabe and I to come to the reception after to talk to her and what not, and the cast and help get me involved with them. I am excited. She said "They might not let you in, serving wine and alcohol, but, you guys won't drink, so it's fine. I'll let you in"
I love her.
In all of her insanity.
Auditions are tomorrow...AHHH
I really want the part, and everyone says I will get the part, but who knows if I actually will...I mean...I'm a junior...not a senior...even if terry confuses that fact often. I hoping she will confuse it during the casting.
I wrote this this summer at MOL after we went on the beach trip and very few stayed because of the freezing weather, but...i did. and spent those two hours with Jess and Jonah. It was the first time i met Jess, and I am so glad that I did. This piece is about, partially the feeling of those two hours, and partially about Jonah himself.
High among the rocky peaks of jagged stone, a boy, resting between the age of plastic tugboats and plastic people waits for the wind. His face, skin pulled tight in youth and a luminous smile looks out at the vast sea foam waves in front of him. His wings, a cape of terrycloth draped in stagnant anticipation.
I could never finish it. The enjoyment I got out of that one part could not be continued no matter how hard I tried. I have 3 different endings to it, and none fit.
If i can continue something like this, i think i can survive writers workshop. What do you think?
To another use of my LJ and another school year which starts tomorrow.
I am so incredibly nervous and excited at the same time.
I have to bea role model and tour freshman, and I have responsibility, (along with Jon...but...he doesn't do much in anycase and already dislikes 1 or 2 of our peer mentees, which worries me) and that responsibility is great and a fantastic thing, but scary at the same time. What if they think I'm too weird to talk to, or not "cool" enough. I know I shouldn't worry, but, I do because this is like being a CIT at camp (in a way), but...at school. This year is going to be a huge shift and I'm not sure I'm ready for that. I have incredibly hard teachers and a lot of pressure in other areas of school as well. I still haven't finished summer writing, and I have a good bit left. I promised myself to finish two more stories tonight, and I plan on it, if my meds like me enough to comply.
I also have no idea if my creative writing is up to par for this year. So now I am freaking out about that too.
This is not a good trend.
Calming down would be a fantastic idea.
Hmm...Ragtime Cd sitting next to me...I am tempted, but then I will get another song stuck in my head and i won't be able to concentrate, kinda like now.
But, overall life is good. I actually get to see Sarah on Saturday, we have the morning, which rocks. I miss her. Then at night I see the new Pig Iron show and talk to Terry. She asked Gabe and I to come to the reception after to talk to her and what not, and the cast and help get me involved with them. I am excited. She said "They might not let you in, serving wine and alcohol, but, you guys won't drink, so it's fine. I'll let you in"
I love her.
In all of her insanity.
Auditions are tomorrow...AHHH
I really want the part, and everyone says I will get the part, but who knows if I actually will...I mean...I'm a junior...not a senior...even if terry confuses that fact often. I hoping she will confuse it during the casting.
I wrote this this summer at MOL after we went on the beach trip and very few stayed because of the freezing weather, but...i did. and spent those two hours with Jess and Jonah. It was the first time i met Jess, and I am so glad that I did. This piece is about, partially the feeling of those two hours, and partially about Jonah himself.
High among the rocky peaks of jagged stone, a boy, resting between the age of plastic tugboats and plastic people waits for the wind. His face, skin pulled tight in youth and a luminous smile looks out at the vast sea foam waves in front of him. His wings, a cape of terrycloth draped in stagnant anticipation.
I could never finish it. The enjoyment I got out of that one part could not be continued no matter how hard I tried. I have 3 different endings to it, and none fit.
If i can continue something like this, i think i can survive writers workshop. What do you think?