Thursday, January 26, 2012
We examined our writing again. How short phrases, sentences, and paragraphs sped up the pace. How one long, winding sentence could slow that speed to a halt. After looking at our writing, we decided we all have a natural style. It was just a matter of scrutinizing our writing and listening to ourselves a little more closely. Why try to riff like the greats--Carver, O’Conner, Hemingway--when we have our own writing swagger that’s pretty great already? To prove to ourselves that we have a style we can pick out on a crowded High Street, identifiable as a fingerprint, we wrote again. But this time we wrote about our first day back to school after our already distant Christmas Breaks (sob). We signed our names and slid our words into a top secret bag. I read each piece, one by one, and, one by one, the Arnoldites identified the author as if they’ve been reading that author’s writing forever. This is just a testament to what close friends we’re becoming at Arnold Hall. Maybe you should join us for some Valentine’s Day themed fun on Monday, February 13 at 7:15PM!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
After a long pause between session, the writing antics in Fieldcrest is back in full swing: there's roommates to heckle, Isaac to pet, and pizza to be had. After some quality catch up time, we finally settled into our chairs and thought about how we cope with winter-- especially in Morgantown. While some were brief in listing their coping strategies, others offered some interesting thoughts...
- Most smokers don't smoke less in the winter.
- Friends are more understanding if you bail on them because of the "weather" when it's cold, rather than when it's just too hot.
- We all crave hot food or drinks when it gets cold.
What if it's that we long for closeness? In this time of seeing the ground blanketed in white (or grey as it is now) that all seems so bland and empty... waiting for a warm body to fill it... Maybe it's our body, or maybe it's someone else, or maybe it's even just a memory associated with our warm food or drink of choice... But during our time of need, it's what we go for, and it's always enough.
(Stay tuned for more exciting snippets from Fieldcrest!)
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I scream loud like thunder
My voice echoing throughout the hills
I hit the ground yonder
Kicking up dust in the air
I stood under the shower head appreciating its warm and therapeutic jet. I let the water ease the knots in my neck, relieving the stress of the day. I picked up my sponge, applied some gel, and worked up a good lather. I began to scrub my body as I worked from my arm up to my neck, down my back, and ended with my legs.
As I straightened up, I heard the bathroom door open. Someone else shuffled into one of the toilet stalls and lifted the lid off the WC. I found it strange that someone tried to do that. I ignored whoever it was and returned my attention to the soothing shower. Just as I had relapsed into my serene environment, I heard a loud crash. Water splashed on the floor. Startled, I called out, “What’s going on?” As a response, I heard laughter and shuffling feet—two voices which I recognized as Zach and Bryant.
Suddenly, I realized what had happened. I remembered the words Bryant had spoken earlier that day. “I’m going to get you, Moses,” he said. “Damn,” I thought to myself, “he didn’t, he wouldn’t.” I quickly turned off the shower and busted out. I stared at the bare wall that had held my bathrobe. “Aaaah,” I screamed to no one, frustrated that I had let him get me. I could see him now; face brimming with pride at his accomplishment.
Two minutes later, Bryant stared up from his desk and said, “Moses, why are you wrapped in the shower curtain?”