I've had to make a new schedule for when I do things non school related like exercise, writing, ect. I'm trying to prioritize the things that fulfill me, not just my schoolwork.
I stared 8th grade this year. It's only the 3rd week and I've already asked for an extension. It's a big deal to be in 8th grade at my school and there are many leadership opportunities. But it just hit me it's my very final year of middle school and it feels bittersweet. But this will prepare me for high school and greater things!
Love the twist in this. Sometimes returning to childhood feels like going outside, going outside the constructs of adult society into the fresh air of wonder blah blah blah... but sometimes it DOES feel very much like going inside as well, to safety, to the adventure you create in your own livingroom.
Wow! I feel so privileged to have this little glimpse into your mothers memories and your relatioship with them (and her). Beautifully written and cleverly formatted. Thank you for sharing!
I do both as well! My daydreams tend to be very verbal, though the words often have a setting and characters (though lots of the time the main character is me)
Ahh, a covered bridge, iconic Vermont! I love your use of muted colors, when the reds, oranges, yellows of fall are usually depicted so vibrantly -- it makes your piece so unique!
Gardening is such a lovely analogy for writing! In a very meta way, it's clear you tended to each line of this poem with great care as you nurtured it into existence. Such vibrant language throughout!
I stared 8th grade this year. It's only the 3rd week and I've already asked for an extension. It's a big deal to be in 8th grade at my school and there are many leadership opportunities. But it just hit me it's my very final year of middle school and it feels bittersweet. But this will prepare me for high school and greater things!
It’s at the top of camels hump, and that’s my mom- beautiful, isn’t it? :)
Love the twist in this. Sometimes returning to childhood feels like going outside, going outside the constructs of adult society into the fresh air of wonder blah blah blah... but sometimes it DOES feel very much like going inside as well, to safety, to the adventure you create in your own livingroom.
Wow! I feel so privileged to have this little glimpse into your mothers memories and your relatioship with them (and her). Beautifully written and cleverly formatted. Thank you for sharing!
I do both as well! My daydreams tend to be very verbal, though the words often have a setting and characters (though lots of the time the main character is me)
Breathtaking, woah! Was this reached at the end of a hike? There's a real sense of triumph that exudes from this photo.
Ahh, a covered bridge, iconic Vermont! I love your use of muted colors, when the reds, oranges, yellows of fall are usually depicted so vibrantly -- it makes your piece so unique!
Gardening is such a lovely analogy for writing! In a very meta way, it's clear you tended to each line of this poem with great care as you nurtured it into existence. Such vibrant language throughout!
Thank you so much! You summarized what I was trying to get at perfectly, and yeah, it’s really something to think about :)