Wednesday, December 12, 2007

   finals week
Yeah, I said I'd keep off until my finals were done. I just had two today so I figured it was okay to get on and ramble a bit. These were the two harder ones, Algebra and English. I think I flunked Algebra and I only did half of the English. The half I did I did awesome on, or at least I'm guessing when you shock a usually noisy class into a five minute silence with your story that's a good thing. That was the reaction I was going for but I didn't dream it would be so quiet for so long. One of the great things about moving a lot is no one ever knows you. You can tell them anything, true or not, because chances are you'll leave and never see them again. This board is probably where I'm most honest and that's because you can't see me. I'm most honest with my friends but that's because they've known me forever so they can probably tell when I'm lying by now.

Oh man, I don't even care what I got on either. I'm just glad it's over. After Friday I'll get to have a week before I start going at it with the family. A week of nothing is sounding so good right now. I'll get some Mirror Image done. We'll get some Epic done. We somehow got our finals during the same week even though I started sooner. It worked out really well.

Right now the only thing bugging me was I was working on something for my English final but didn't finish it in time. That's why I switched to the three page story that changed what everyone thought of me. I'll go back to it since this will probably be my last post until sometime next week or sometime in two weeks.

So, the English final was two parts since this is a creative writing course. The first was to revise something we had critiqued. I didn't do that since the only thing I got really low on was my poetry and I wasn't told how to make that any better. You start writing poetry about te mob and even the prof. wants nothing to do with it. Better then another love suicide poem I say.

The second part was to write a piece and read it out loud. Almost everyone did some form of a short story, I was so happy. Well, I originally wrote a horrible little thing that was absolute garbage about me trying to explain to a bunch of idiots why the town I was living in at the time had no gangsters. It was bad so I trashed it.

I looked through a lot of Mirror Image stuff to see if I had eight hundred words that had a definate start and end. Of course not since that's still going and none of the other Zodiac stories worked because it required that you knew the characters and stuff. Ethereal Knights is still too raw, as well as my untitled bit. I did Death Hath No Fury already. I messed up explaining it but they still seemed to like it. I couldn't do it again though. I hate trying to explain that story. It doesn't work, it's a strict read and find out.

I had an idea for a story a few months back but I knew that'd be full blown with hundreds of pages, so that was out. I had two days left and one day was studying for Algebra since I had an Algebra test two days before the final. I had the very beginning for Legacy planned out but I wanted that writen as a play so that was out. It would've been too long anyway. I saw only one option and that was to place on of the storyless characters in a situation. With a day left i found I couldn't do it. I couldn't write any of them, not yet. It would've taken pages just to explain them because their backgrounds are very important to their character developement. The clocks ticked away the minutes. Where would I get a stroy short enough and final enough to hand in? Something I could read out in class that they'd like enough not to notice I couldn't read out loud?

I feel so stupd writing this now since you've probably already guess the answer. I was looking through the hair and eye colors of my Zephyrians while I was thinking I had nothing to hand in. I could've strangled myself. Here was a fictional country that I poured my own blood into, that I knew so well, and that people seemed to follow well enough and like okay. So, using a twenty one year old Rajan du Drake (pronounce Rah-yan by his parents so pronounce that way by us)as my very main character, I started writing the day Ai and Ah-nee disappeared from Zephyr and the kind of impact that was. I made the language a little bit more flowery then normal because I know that's what a majority of the class and the prof. liked. Everything was a little more flowery, but underneth it was still just a story about how Ah-nee has an impact on his country and has an awesome older sister. I wrote all day yesterday, I wrote almost all through the night, and I even woke up after a short unrestful four hours to write more. Around nine or nine thirty, my shotty wrist started snapping and I knew that I wouldn't finish in time. I wrote a quick three pages and read that. I'm glad it turned out that way. My wrist is still snapping like crazy but it doesn't hurt. So, I've either killed all the nerves at last and blocked the pain or I'm unknowingly ignoring it because I'm so happy that the semester is almost over.

Yeah, I'm happy, really happy. I've got my little thingy keeping me busy that'll help us get to know more about Zephyr and the noble families. I love Kulon, he's great. I'll talk about him in a different post.

Well, the three pages read changed everything. I'm five four, slender, brown hair (awesome hair), and we won't get into my eyes. My hair and my eyes are my vanity. So, the point is I don't look like I should be about to do things like creep people out, intimidate, and beat up people. I'm a girl, so I can, it just looks like I can't. In this class I came off a a little shy which made this even better. My story was a personal narrative, meaning it's supposed to be a true event that I'm telling them about that happened to me. It started off true, how I wandered around in the alleys of the town I lived in instead of going to school. I would sometimes go up to the school and get my sister when she was finished. I picked her up with my friends and we pushed through some high kids. They stepped in puke and we laughed. One kid had a switchblade. All of that was true. The not true part was him attacking us and me taking him out all streeter style. To be fair to me, they never asked if it was all true. They assumed it was because I used real names. I told them it was half true, but that I did have to fight off a guy with a switchblade. The looks on their faces. It was priceless. I couldn't have asked for better timing. I fell off my chair like a second before and a few of them were laughing. They laughed and I was all 'I'll read my story now'. It was great. I'm never going to see these people again so I don't care if they think I fought off some dude with a knife.

I'll leave you all here until next time. In the words of my English prof. "Don't piss Siri off."

Ha, I'd be rich if I had a penny for everytime that was broken. Have a good week, and good luck to everyone having finals now or soon. Happy Christmas, Chanaka, and all those other wintery holidays if I don't get on. Kulon next post!

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