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Inkstains, contest 65: horizon
Sep. 13th, 2012 01:19 pmHe thinks, sometimes, that he ought to publish a book made entirely of the notes he's confiscated from students or found stuffed in the dark corners of their desks at the end of the year. He has plenty of material. He could even make a whole series, crossing several genres.
There's the drama, of course, of Kathy and Rebecca are fighting and Emily just feels torn between her two best friends, who should she side with? So she tries to be a go-between, which makes both of them mad at her, and then they make up, and they're still both mad at her, and now she just doesn't have any friends, and none of this would have ever happened if Kathy hadn't said that Johnny was hot when she knew Rebecca already liked Johnny first!
Or the romantic comedy, which would be full of the notes he remembered even from his own middle school years:
Do you like me?
☐ yes
☐ no
☑ maybe
Of course, he still has all the notes from the boys' side of the room, folded up into airplanes and paper footballs instead of the neat sixteenths the girls tend to opt towards. It took him a while to figure out what they were writing about, but in the end he realizes they were all bad puns intended to make the reader say a dirty word aloud. He has to give them points for creativity, though; in his day, the only one everybody knew was I am sofa king tired, but Carl seems to have invented a new one: Keep your horizon me.
He could combine them all into a coming-of-age story worth of Jhumpa Lahiri or James Joyce, but he's pretty sure nobody would read it then, not even if it were assigned by a teacher. Lord knows his classes never bothered to read what he assigned them. No, better to stick with the teaching gig than be a successful author whose books are never read, no matter how many copies are sold.
There's the drama, of course, of Kathy and Rebecca are fighting and Emily just feels torn between her two best friends, who should she side with? So she tries to be a go-between, which makes both of them mad at her, and then they make up, and they're still both mad at her, and now she just doesn't have any friends, and none of this would have ever happened if Kathy hadn't said that Johnny was hot when she knew Rebecca already liked Johnny first!
Or the romantic comedy, which would be full of the notes he remembered even from his own middle school years:
Do you like me?
☐ yes
☐ no
☑ maybe
Of course, he still has all the notes from the boys' side of the room, folded up into airplanes and paper footballs instead of the neat sixteenths the girls tend to opt towards. It took him a while to figure out what they were writing about, but in the end he realizes they were all bad puns intended to make the reader say a dirty word aloud. He has to give them points for creativity, though; in his day, the only one everybody knew was I am sofa king tired, but Carl seems to have invented a new one: Keep your horizon me.
He could combine them all into a coming-of-age story worth of Jhumpa Lahiri or James Joyce, but he's pretty sure nobody would read it then, not even if it were assigned by a teacher. Lord knows his classes never bothered to read what he assigned them. No, better to stick with the teaching gig than be a successful author whose books are never read, no matter how many copies are sold.
notes: I didn't mention last week the side-challenge I have going on with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
firesign10 and keppiehed! Keppie's week 2 entry starts with the last line of my week 1 entry, Carole's with Keppie's week 1 last line, and this entry starts with the last line of Carole's week 1 entry.
( the journey doesn't end here )
firesign10 and keppiehed! Keppie's week 2 entry starts with the last line of my week 1 entry, Carole's with Keppie's week 1 last line, and this entry starts with the last line of Carole's week 1 entry.( the journey doesn't end here )
I preface this poem by saying that this week's topic actually made me very angry. It's full of interesting ideas, but there are better ways to say those ideas than by throwing around words like 'crazy' all the time. I realize that many people simply don't think before they speak or type, but maybe this will convince you to check your ableist language first. Let me show you what it's like from the other side. It's better to intentionally not harm someone than to unintentionally do harm, right?
On that note, warnings for frank discussion of mental illness - specifically of depression, psychosis, and suicide - and several derogatory terms used on people with mental illnesses.
( We're the lunatics. )
On that note, warnings for frank discussion of mental illness - specifically of depression, psychosis, and suicide - and several derogatory terms used on people with mental illnesses.
( We're the lunatics. )
[brigits_flame] prompt - ember
Aug. 31st, 2012 10:13 pm( alone/together )
author notes:truc_d_ouf's poem for week three of august used a similar reflective pattern which was shamelessly stolen for this entry, though something different came of the reflection in this piece. credit for that idea! dedicated to my platonic partner, who rambled at me over the phone for half an hour while i scribbled ideas and muttered incoherently before the poem itself would deign to be written.
author notes:
truc_d_ouf's poem for week three of august used a similar reflective pattern which was shamelessly stolen for this entry, though something different came of the reflection in this piece. credit for that idea! dedicated to my platonic partner, who rambled at me over the phone for half an hour while i scribbled ideas and muttered incoherently before the poem itself would deign to be written.