I am finally two weeks deep into my Sophomore year of college, and let me just tell you...it has taken me on a whirlwind! Literally, I couldn't get my apartment door opened the other day, when suddenly, a lady opened the door saying, "I don't think you have the right apartment, sweetie." Sure enough - I wasn't even on the right floor, but that is a different story. A few days ago, I had my creative writing class...by the way, this class isn't exactly what I expected it to be. When you think "Creative Writing", you probably think like I did - that I was going to be writing creatively! Well, I was totally wrong...until that day. Ohhhh, the suspence. ;)
This class starts at exactly 9:30, which means I have to get up at 7:30...okay, truthfully, it ends up being 7:45...just so that I can make it to my building in time. I have to walk thirty minutes from my parking spot just to get to Morgan Hall. By the way, I officially have the most disgusting, and permanent, blisters...okay, okay - sorry about that visual. ANYWAYS, this morning, our GA (Graduate Assistant...yes, not a teacher) walked in with a pack of paper and thirteen-ish small-sized pieces of paper, similar to napkins. First thing I thought was, "OH MY GOSH - am I REALLY reading more bologna for this WRITING CLASS? Please don't tell me that I am the only one questioning why I am not writing anything?" After she passed around the packs of paper, I looked at the very top of the sheet and it said something about a napkin project. I was concerned if I was going to be cleaning something...or making someone blow their nose...during this hour and fifteen minute class. Truthfully, anything was possible with this lady. I mean, so far we had been doing everything in the book besides write for it! Thankfully, our teacher, excuse me, graduate assistant, is full of surprises.
After handing us all a small piece of paper, she then told us that she wanted us to write something on it.
"It can be three sentences, a poem, a story that runs front and back. You can even write "HI" in 72 font. Just allow your imagination to run free." For some crazy reason, I knew exactly what I wanted to write about. She gave us ten minutes to gather our thoughts and turn them into something legible. Once everyone finished...she ordered us to write another story, but this time, she gave us a sheet of rules then set us loose to travel around Morgan Hall. Now, I had no idea what I was doing during this time. The story I had written was complete CRAPOLA! Ha- I can't write perfection on command, I mean, who do I look like? Taylor Swift?...
After 20 minutes passed, we were all asked to come back in the classroom. Suddenly, she said she wanted us all to read something we wrote today. My heart COMPLETELY hit the floor and rolled down the air-vent under my chair. I absolutely positively do not like to talk infront of people. I get all clammy and start breathing heavy...someone would've thought that I was just sentenced to death or something. One after another, people read their perfect stories, which made me question mine each and every time.
The first girl wrote this creative story about a dog..and a boy. It was adorable.
My thoughts: "CRAP...that was really good."
Another girl read a story about a pair of twins...and it was INCREDIBLY good!
My thoughts: "CRAP CRAP! That was super freaking good!"
One after another, everyones story was so beyond incredible that they made mine shrivel up like an old raisen. I kept looking at the clock, noticing it was almost time to leave. Crossing my fingers and toes, I said a quick prayer begging for the time to run up before I had to read my mini story. Before I could finish my prayer, I heard, "Haley! We haven't heard from you yet! Read us one of your creations."
crap...
After taking a deep breath, I picked up my wanna-be napkin and began reading.
*WARNING - The orignial version of this story that I wrote in class was misplaced when I traveled tp Andalusia a few weekends ago. I tried really hard to dig deep and remember...I promise I tried.*
"The Last Day by Haley Moody"
I sat calmly at my desk, simply wondering why on earth I wanted the penthouse office of this building. As my co-workers scurried around the office calling their loved ones, I looked at my desk calendar and noticed the date that was circled for this weekend: my wedding. My soon to be husband, who was calling me at this particular time, was most likely standing outside this building praying that I was late for work again this morning, considering that was my usual story. Oddly enough, I was actually sitting in this desk before most of the other workers made it to the tiny elevator and began their long journey north. I arrived early for one reason: to finalize the order for my pink peonies, which were the flowers I had wanted to hold on this particular day since I was a little girl. After looking up from my desk, I noticed my assistant, who was also one of my bridesmaids, standing at the window seal, looking down at the innocent bystanders. Before I knew it, she took a leap of faith. I walked over to the very same window and noticed the floors below me in flames. I then blew a final kiss to my almost husband before becoming part of the ashes that covered New York City."
After I finished the last sentence, I placed my piece of paper back infront of me before looking up at the rest of the group. I randomly began nervously laughing, and then I made eye contact with my teacher, I mean GRADUATE STUDENT, while saying, "Ahahaa, sorry - I was watching something on 9/11 the other day and it inspired me..." Then I noticed the guy next to me...wait, let me just tell you a little about him. On the first day, we had to play this game called Skeleton, where everyone takes a piece of paper and writes a sentence at the very top, then passes their paper to the person on their left. After that person writes something after your sentence, that same person folds the sentence that the person before them wrote so that the next person they pass it to will only see the sentence that was just previously written. Confused yet? Well, don't worry - that isn't the important part. This guy that I was talking about, he was the person to my right, so he was passing me his pieces of paper. Now, just for visiual effect, he is basically like a skinny version of Heath Ledger from the movie 10 Things I Hate About You, except this guy is incredibly monotoned. At first, he started writing things that I definitely didn't even understand...using words that were about 17 years long, and definitely had to be in French or Swahili...so, I just wung it. AFTER THAT, he started writing things such as "U2"...then passed it to me...! I was like...WHAT ARE YOU DOING, TIDDLYWINK! Nothing he ever wrote down ever made a lick of sense, but I had to make some kind of sense out of it, because at the end...it was supposed to be a story, and we had to freaking read it aloud like everything else in that class. BLAH. So basically, he and I didn't get off to a very good start. Well, actually we kinda did. ALSO ON THE VERY FIRST DAY BEFORE ANY OF THAT^ HAPPENED, I walked in, tried to sit down, then suddenly my water bottle completely fell out of my backpack. He very kindly picked it up and handed it to me...but after that moment, it all went downhill. ANWYAYS, back to the originial point. When I looked up at my teacher, I noticed that same guy, the one who never smiled and always seemed like he was quietly critiquing everyone elses work, smiling at me. I actually think he liked my story! That right there...that made me feel very accomplished in my life.
I sat calmly at my desk, simply wondering why on earth I wanted the penthouse office of this building. As my co-workers scurried around the office calling their loved ones, I looked at my desk calendar and noticed the date that was circled for this weekend: my wedding. My soon to be husband, who was calling me at this particular time, was most likely standing outside this building praying that I was late for work again this morning, considering that was my usual story. Oddly enough, I was actually sitting in this desk before most of the other workers made it to the tiny elevator and began their long journey north. I arrived early for one reason: to finalize the order for my pink peonies, which were the flowers I had wanted to hold on this particular day since I was a little girl. After looking up from my desk, I noticed my assistant, who was also one of my bridesmaids, standing at the window seal, looking down at the innocent bystanders. Before I knew it, she took a leap of faith. I walked over to the very same window and noticed the floors below me in flames. I then blew a final kiss to my almost husband before becoming part of the ashes that covered New York City."
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| On a completely unrelated note, this will be my wedding bouquet when I get married, just FYI to everyone! |
Other than that, so far, school has been alright this semester. I have been getting the bare minimum when it comes to hours of sleep at night - I told you I tried to open someone elses door the other day! Well, atleast I met another person in my apartment...who now probably thinks I am a ditz! But, if you ask me next week, I may have a different response; I have four tests in three days. UGH! Strong and independent woman, right?
I hope you all have been having a wonderful semester so far! I just want to leave you all with the words that I tell myself everyday - "never settle for anything that doesn't make you happy - no matter if it's people who you thought were your best friends or simply just the career you thought you wanted to be the rest of your life."
Love Always,
Haley
"Somethin's gotta give now,
Cause I'm dying just to make you see.
That I need you here with me now;
Cause you've got that one thing."
One Thing - One Direction
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| No joke - their hair is exactly the same and the guy in my class literally sits like this everyday...like a creeper! I almost called him Heath the other day...ahaha, wshoo - I'm a hoot! |
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| Chris Brooks: "Share the Cupcake" My thoughts: SHARE IT WITH WILLS FACE! Hmmm, maybe Chris didn't mean it like that...oh well :) Dang...I look skinny in this picture - RIGHT ON! |
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| Our faces have been getting the best treatment possible. Oh, and no, I didn't intentionally mean to bite/eat Megan... She just looked like a delicious blueberry!!! |
Love Always,
Haley
"Somethin's gotta give now,
Cause I'm dying just to make you see.
That I need you here with me now;
Cause you've got that one thing."
One Thing - One Direction
