College: Creative Writing

       So college has finally come and I wasn't quite able to outrun it. It's kind of crazy how fast the world catches up to you, but apparently there's no avoiding it. Anyway, I'm taking a couple of classes that I really like, particularity my Creative Writing Class and my Drawing 1 Class. Because I have been extremely lazy and haven't really done anything with this blog, well, I'm trying to fix that. So the below passage is an assignment from my Creative Writing class where, in under 250 words, I had to describe a place as objectively as possible. In other words, I need to focus on describing the nouns without out using abstract ideas or words.

An example of subjective writing: The tree was as beautiful as a blooming rose and was the greatest of all the trees in the forest.

An example of objective writing: The old tree's red leaves reflected the light from the setting sun, big and strong as it towered over the neighboring trees.

So the latter one is the one that I'm trying to emulate with my little piece. It's also something that might work it's way into one of my stories, so yah. Feed back is welcome. Let me know if I managed to stay objective and whether you like it or not.

Objective Description

The mountain towered above the small village, its snow covered peaks and valleys cut jaggedly into its surface. The full moon shone, half covered by the mountain, was still bright enough to illuminate the makeshift leather and wood buildings below. Smoke and ice crystals swirled together on the tops of the houses and around the surrounding totem poles, casting wispy shadows on the snow and buildings as the cold wind blew. Wolves, their hunting cries and howls far away, could be heard and were returned again by the desperate yips and barks of the local snow dogs, eager on their leases. The noise startled a snow fox, its fur white and its belly empty as it bolted from the lean-to where it’d been hungrily sniffing around, leaving evidence of its hurried departure in the pristine snow.

As the echoes faded, the entry flap of the biggest building, the headman’s house, shifted slightly, just enough to allow the small boy, his body covered in rabbit fur, to exit. His small legs carried him through the shadow of his families bear shaped totem pole to the small leather enclosure beside his family’s home. Loosening the ties on the top and sides, he allowed the flap to land on the snow as a foggy cloud of warmth engulfed him. A dog’s small warm tongue welcomed him. It was five hours before the rest of the village would arise and the chores called attention to. But now, now was the time to train.

The Croods Reenactment

While most people spend time playing playing board games with their family, that got old in my family long ago (as in last week). So for Family Home Evening last night (every Monday night my family spends time together and we call it Family Home Evening) for the game my family unofficially decided to reenact a scene from the recently released movie The Croods. The part we reenacted was where the father, in an attempt to look smart and creative, invented 'snap shots.' Using paint and a rock the Croods would pose as the rock smacked into them, leaving a paint imprint of them on the rock. Well, my family did something similar, only we used a soft and impressionable blanket instead of a rock and we fell on top of if. The results were hilarious:

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All I can say is my family is awesome.

The Top Seven Necessary Occupations to restart the World:

For an assignment in one of my high school classes, my teacher asked the class to write down what we thought would be the seven most necessary jobs to restart the world if something happened and there were only 50 humans left. I'm rather proud of how thorough I was.

Official Wizard: the overseer of all things dealing with and pertaining to needed potions and or bandages (aka: Doctor). This job would be needed to keep the rest of humanity healthy and strong to fight off the zombies/supernatural creatures caused by the end of the world.

Storage-r: the overseer of all food items, munitions, clothing and other storable items. Also handles the money (aka: modified Treasurer). This job would make it so we didn’t abuse our resources and run out.

Handyman of Gadgetry: the expert that keeps all necessary items for a semblance of comfort up and running (see Electrician and Plumber and over all handy man). This job would keep electricity up and running and help in a number of different ways such as maintaining the Internet..

Animal Friend and Plant Handler: expert on animals and plant (aka Vet and Farmer). This position would allow for future production of livable products such as bacon and wool.

Defender of the People: overseer of the people in keeping the peace and protecting the people against zombies and supernatural beings (aka Sheriff or any military force). It keeps people safe from nature and themselves.

Cultural Production Expert: responsible for preserving culture of the newly endangered humans including but not limited to reproducing know cultural items such as houses and statues (aka Artisan and Engineer). This position allows for continued cultural growth and a continuation of a semblance of normal human life.

Jester: responsible for the educational entertainment necessary for a normal life style and will work closely with any children to produce a semblance of a normal childhood (aka Teacher, Historian and Storyteller). This allows for mathematical skills and other school related topics to be preserved.

      Note: I would have included 'Evil Overlord' (aka Tyrant/President/Ruler) on this list but I see that as more of a lifestyle rather than an actual job.

The Results of School

By Emily Royer

When I was a kid,

And first starting out in school,

I’m not going to lie,

I thought it pretty cool

12 long years on down the road,

(I’m almost ready for the hat),

It’s not nearly quite as fun,

(An eternity that)

To rise early every morning,

To pull myself out of my bed,

Sometimes it would feel better,

If a gun shot me in the head

After all, what are they doing?

I mean to the schools these days?

They’re messing up the schedules,

And making it harder to get A’s

They tell you that your test scores,

Are so important to your life,

Yet mentally, internally,

All they seem to cause is strife

They’re cutting down your options,

-the classes you can take,

There isn’t any Shop Class,

Nor Home-EC where you can bake

Forget about the Arts,

There’s no budget for the stuff,

And yet in ‘important classes’

All they make you do is fluff

Science committed suicide,

English is just insane,

And despite all of our new teachers,

Engineering’s gone down the drain

Don’t even mention Carpentry,

About Jewelry make no fuss,

With all this swanky knowledge,

It’s enough to make Saints cuss

The lunches are repulsive,

(But they’re so good for you!)

And even sports are failing,

(You know all this is true)

So what have I got?

All 12 years of knowledge in my head?

Nah. Simply put:

School’s killed my creativity quite dead.

Note: I actually really like school; however I acknowledge that it can often be frustrating in the extreme... which is why I wrote this poem.

Starting Out

Testing, Testing, Testing

Can be fun,

So long as You aren't graded on the outcome.