I'm really gaining an appreciation for poetry this semester. And just language in general. I never, ever, ever thought this would happen, but I'm so glad it has. I can already see a huge difference in my writing in general and I'm figuring out what I myself love in writing. It's pretty surprising, I'm a sucker for details. Details. Me! The girl who HATES putting details into her writing. The girl who swore off details back in fourth grade. The thing is, it's the RIGHT use of details that I love. There's a difference from taking time to craft your words to aptly describe something and paint a picture, and just throwing them in to sound more wordy and because all those writing workshops tell you to write out their eye color height weight, bla bla bla, and then you feel the need to shove said details down our throats. Makes me gag.
Whenever I thought of poetry, I thought of depressing topics and such. And I always thought it just wasn't my thing. But this semester, I have to write poetry and much to my surprise it hasn't been that bad. I'm still alive. In fact, I even started experimenting with it for fun and I like it. I really like writing haikus. So the last few weeks I've been writing haikus about topics that are bugging me. They turn out pretty depressing, but that's ok. No one else is going to read them, and I was able to express how I was feeling in that moment.
I'm a little nervous for tomorrow. I had to write a poem for the class to workshop, and tomorrow I get to hear what they all think. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that my classmates are going to be honest. They don't know me, they aren't my friends, they're not trying to make me feel happy feely. The point of this class is to get better at writing, and sometimes that takes a tough skin. I guess I'm both nervous and excited at the same time. What if they all think I'm the suckiest writer ever to grace mankind, or that I'm this really crazy person? Then again, they're going to help me get better. That, I'm excited for.
One last thing. From the outside, today I looked like your normal college student. Wearing a scarf, t-shirt. Nothing too flashy. Perhaps a bit scholarly.
Whenever I thought of poetry, I thought of depressing topics and such. And I always thought it just wasn't my thing. But this semester, I have to write poetry and much to my surprise it hasn't been that bad. I'm still alive. In fact, I even started experimenting with it for fun and I like it. I really like writing haikus. So the last few weeks I've been writing haikus about topics that are bugging me. They turn out pretty depressing, but that's ok. No one else is going to read them, and I was able to express how I was feeling in that moment.
I'm a little nervous for tomorrow. I had to write a poem for the class to workshop, and tomorrow I get to hear what they all think. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that my classmates are going to be honest. They don't know me, they aren't my friends, they're not trying to make me feel happy feely. The point of this class is to get better at writing, and sometimes that takes a tough skin. I guess I'm both nervous and excited at the same time. What if they all think I'm the suckiest writer ever to grace mankind, or that I'm this really crazy person? Then again, they're going to help me get better. That, I'm excited for.
One last thing. From the outside, today I looked like your normal college student. Wearing a scarf, t-shirt. Nothing too flashy. Perhaps a bit scholarly.
But I had a secret.
CRAZY SOCKS!
So sneaky huh? They were hidden under my jeans. This my friends, is how I stay true to the crazy socks and still get looked at like an adult. It's always a party when I get home, take my shoes off, and there they are. Or those rare moments when my jeans ride up and you can see my ankles. Oh, how I love my crazy socks.
If you do want to read some poetry by yours truly, here's some I'm comfortable sharing at the moment.
I've embraced the crazy socks trend, because they keep my ankles and calves warm!!
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