PR 1A

Free Write Number One

I like my intense observation skills. I do not like my mood swings, my intense swinging of moods. I like to read. I like to read a lot. I do not like math. I do not like math at all. I wish certain people in my class would respect the beauty of silence, the type of silence where you just listen, and your mouth stays closed. I am convinced that obnoxiousness befriends obnoxiousness, and remains in obnoxious bliss, together, and as strong as they are weak. Orange. Nothing rhymes with orange. I wish I had all my textbooks, so I would feel like an official student with nice, ready-to-be-read books. Questions, questions, questions. All of these kids have questions. Questions at times are rather annoying. Why are there so many boys at Baruch, too many of them. I think the female population needs to take over and start a revolution.

Free Write Number Three

A moment I felt embarassed was when I accidentally confused landing on the moon for landing on the sun. I thought: “Hey, wow, I’m the first woman to ever land on the sun!” But then, after my victory dance I realized that I wasn’t on the sun, so I settled for first woman to walk on the moon, not that I walked on the moon. I skipped or you could say bounced on the moon because of that whole zero gravity thing. My personal motto is: ” If you can’t walk on the sun, then why not the moon!?” I say it to myself whenever I’m traveling the milky way, while drinking a glass of milk, a tall glass of milk. I sometimes dream of dreams. Orange, burnt orange. The world is orange and there is no sun, and man is orange, and everything else is orange too.

I chose this picture (thank you Google for being so generous, you’re great!) because sometimes I sit in class reminding myself that no one will tell me how to succeed, it is up to me to decide how well I am going to do, and only the individual is responsible for becoming the “dunce” in college. I definitely want to avoid putting a dunce cap on my own head, so I will be good, as good as I can be.