I'm going to skip writing about breakfast, lunch, and dinner from now on unless there is something important to mention.< Though here's a picture of my breakfast today, anyway. :) Milk, of course. My favorite drink.
In Writing class, we started by writing a popular fairy tale in a different point of view. Here was my response:
Once upon a time.
What a strange way to start a tale, especially one of mystery, intrigue, and enchantment.
It tells the reader much, however. It happened once, not repeated, and the time could be any. It is not specific. Just a time, my friends. We can never be certain of anything. Even if the next few words on the page read, "in the 1800s," of if the title reads "The True Story of Something or Other," where's the proof? It is simply a book, my friends. It is simply a book.
Once upon a time.
What a strange way to start this tale.
And yet it is, my friends -- how strange! -- though yet it is.
They leave my side of the story out every time. And don't you dare get into all of that "supporting character" nonsense. Every character deserves their say. Yes, I'm mentioned in the book. But never noticed, always tossed aside, read over quickly as though it doesn't matter.
The posters all say, "Cinderella," with a pile of ashes, or a gloved hand, or a beautiful ball gown. The glass slipper is another popular one. And Ella's godmother's pumpkin carriage.
Did you really think that the godmother could do all that magic by herself? No. It was all my doing, and no one appreciates it.
Do you know who I am yet? Well, what I am, I guess. My mistress always takes credit for my hard work. It isn't fair! It's not like I can do anything to myself, and I can't walk away. And all of that Bippity Boppity Boo rubbish? Don't even get me started.
So Ella's godmother starts waving me around like she's waving to her friend. There's this rippling effect that courses through my spine until it reaches the tip, shoots out a spark of exhilarating light out of my head, and makes something magical happen.
It's hard work being me. And people are ignorant, as if I simply don't exist. As if I don't matter in this world. I'm the reason why Ella became pretty again. That handsome guy would have never fallen in love with her. Besides, he only did it because of her looks, and that isn't how a good man should judge a woman.
My mistress has taken me away. Claimed me as her own. I am not to be owned. She is not magical, and anyone can use me and blurt out whatever nonsense they want. I only performed my Mistress's bidding because I felt bad for Ella. I didn't like the ending, anyway.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Please set me free. I'm not in captivity, and I'm not trapped with no escape that I could arrange myself. I'm simply in the wrong hands.
And they all lived happily ever after.
What a strange way to end a tale.
Though I assure you, my friends, that it is not the ending of this tale.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Except for me.
Hope you liked it! In writing, I also worked on plot work and we had a brainstorming session.
It was raining before psychology, again. Maybe it wasn't just symbolic for yesterday.
In Psychology, we each had presentations to share with the class. They included Illusions, Bi-Polar Disorder, Psychopaths, and Freud. Diana, my partner, and I had a presentation about schizophrenia. I'm glad to say that it went really, really well!
After solving some computer issues on my friend's laptop, I had lunch, and then I thought about a short story that I could write for our Writing class assignment.
Then, I went to Leadership and Team-building class. We talked about the basic qualities of a leader (trust, confidence, honesty, assertiveness, commitment, open-mindedness, the ability to listen to others, etc.), and then we talked about decision-making. Though this is all fairly obvious, the following is what we discussed:
Decision Making:
- Methods:
- One person
- Majority vote
- Everyone
- Selected, trusted few
- Factors at play:
- Time
- Atmosphere
- Importance
- People (opinions, character)
- Status
- Leader's Absence
- Size of group
- To Keep in Mind:
- Balance of Power
- Fairness of the Decision and the Process
Then, we did an activity in which we were split up in groups and we received a sheet listing the materials we would need on a hypothetical trip to northern Canada. As a team, we had to put in order which items we would need to bring with us. Surprisingly, it was actually fairly difficult to decide what items would be needed most desperately.
After the workshop, we had free-time. We went to Ryman's to get a CD for the talent show, we went to Ben's cookies to get delicious chocolate chip cookies (AMAZING! The best cookie in the WORLD!) Look at the picture! >We got really messy with them, since the chocolate had completely melted.
My friends and I were laughing about different languages together. My friend Diana spoke Spanish, Sophie and I spoke German, and Aubrey spoke English. Good times. :)
We went back to the college and I wrote the beginning of my story, which you can read in a later diary entry. (Probably 7/16)
After dinner, we went to the sports hall, and I almost finished the first draft of my story for Writing homework. I had tried to sign up for watching Shrek instead, but there were no more spots for the three of my friends and I, so I went to the sports hall with Aubrey. I ended up actually being glad that I could go to the sports hall afterwards, since I had the chance to almost finish my story that way!
Afterwards, we had the Evening Shout, in which Martin, the director, returned lost items and went over tomorrow's schedule.
Before I went to bed, I checked my email and Facebook, finished my first draft of my story, and then tried to sleep- though it was hard because two of my roommate's friends came to our room and stayed there until midnight while I was trying to sleep.
~Cora
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