In this blog, students of Short Story Workshop share their ideas as they practice different activities and tasks.
Wednesday, June 8, 2022
Journal #2
Tell abut the quality of light coming in through your window. jump in and write. Dont worry if it night and your curtains are close or you would rather write aobu the light up north - just write.
Seeing in the mind´s eye a picaresque in the clouds, imagining myself in that black cap & gown, handed with a document. My life got better by a change not a chance. This tiny switch. I did what was right not easy, hard yet reached satisfaction. Life doesn´t stop for anybody. I had to run chasing it. Having the choice to be independent, self-regulated, to access opportunities to change what i wanted to be changed. It is to be described as a spiritual pathway to personal growth, improved self-esteem, & a greater analytical ability to see the big image. Evoking pride, loss of discouragement, & being awarded. No not awarded, it was earned! This memorable, significant exceptional day is marked while it brushes away all the stress of the 3 years of diligent hard work & the lingering feeling that i´ve forgotten to mention this or that important notion in my essay, worrying if it might cause me to fail. Now that i´ve got that document, actually as we may all name it a degree its time to celebrate with the people who have been with me on this very special journey sharing their performances to produce the series of episodes called "LU Seniors of the Lebanese crisis". by Monti Al-Taksh
The darkness enriched the brightness of those white and yellow lights we were passing next. The lights took me out of the spot. The way they were cutting while we were driving fast made me feel like I was in a movie scene. I closed my eyes with the wind running from one side to the other and the light hitting my eyelids kept me in that relaxing mood. By Ahmad Hamdar
Everyday, when I blink the sleep out of my eyes at dawn and peer at the window to my left, I find the thin white light lifting the wavy lower edge of my short double-layered canvas curtain and giving off a gentle glow as it tumbles into my room in multiple persistent layers, one delicate thin layer after the other, as if it is laughing and teasing me, "I woke up first!"
Seeing in the mind´s eye a picaresque in the clouds, imagining myself in that black cap & gown, handed with a document. My life got better by a change not a chance. This tiny switch. I did what was right not easy, hard yet reached satisfaction. Life doesn´t stop for anybody. I had to run chasing it. Having the choice to be independent, self-regulated, to access opportunities to change what i wanted to be changed. It is to be described as a spiritual pathway to personal growth, improved self-esteem, & a greater analytical ability to see the big image. Evoking pride, loss of discouragement, & being awarded. No not awarded, it was earned! This memorable, significant exceptional day is marked while it brushes away all the stress of the 3 years of diligent hard work & the lingering feeling that i´ve forgotten to mention this or that important notion in my essay, worrying if it might cause me to fail.
ReplyDeleteNow that i´ve got that document, actually as we may all name it a degree its time to celebrate with the people who have been with me on this very special journey sharing their performances to produce the series of episodes called "LU Seniors of the Lebanese crisis". by Monti Al-Taksh
i couldn´t edit my writing. (punctuation marked-missed)
ReplyDeleteThe darkness enriched the brightness of those white and yellow lights we were passing next. The lights took me out of the spot. The way they were cutting while we were driving fast made me feel like I was in a movie scene. I closed my eyes with the wind running from one side to the other and the light hitting my eyelids kept me in that relaxing mood.
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Everyday, when I blink the sleep out of my eyes at dawn and peer at the window to my left, I find the thin white light lifting the wavy lower edge of my short double-layered canvas curtain and giving off a gentle glow as it tumbles into my room in multiple persistent layers, one delicate thin layer after the other, as if it is laughing and teasing me, "I woke up first!"
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