Next, I am on a sudden wave of wanting to go back into writing. This semester, my creative writing class has been extremely entertaining & it managed to awaken a side of me that has been dormant since 3rd grade and the days of writing poems with Ellen Shave. My teacher turned out to be one of the BEST teachers I have had so far! Thank God something changed and caused my previous feelings to switch too! She's brilliant, enough said! We have gone over all of the basics of poetry and short stories and different writing exercises, such as writing 150 words without punctuation just to get a rhythm going, and anyone who knows me can guess I wrote about REM just because.. We also did exercises in writing dialogue, for which I found my inspiration right here at home.. The genius, Caitlin. My whole class got a kick out of her thinking Africa is between NY and Canada & also her thoughts on Abe Lincoln and his cherry tree incident. (those of you who dont know about these conversations, please ask, its worth your time) The topper of the creative writing cake was having Willie Perdomo come and read some of his poetry to my class on 11/14. He is such an amazing writer and has kept true to himself and his roots, and thats what I love. When I read things, I want to feel like I'm getting to know the writer personally, and with his work I do. I feel like I've known him from the beginning because he writes such personal and emotional pieces that mix so beautifully with the humor and spanglish, its magical. I want to write again, I just need alot of practice to keep growing. My teacher even persuaded me to try and publish a piece I wrote during a memoir exercise, about Mike Marrazzo. She thought it was amazing, and has suggested I submit it to seventeen or YM or something. We'll see, that would be the perfect revenge though, letting the whole country know what a s***bag he is! Although, I am better than that, it would feel so awesome.. admit it!
On a much happier note, Jaclyn Tuft and I are speaking again. I never thought that after what happened between the two of us after my mom died that we could ever be friends again. I never thought I'd be able to get over her forcing me to choose between two people, and I never imagined she'd be willing to try and be friends again. What I didnt realize though was that it wasnt a fight over something one of us did, it was a fight over someone in our lives. And I see in hindsight now, that for my benefit, as well as her own, she told me not to associate with a certain person. At the time I didnt want to have to choose, but I'm glad things fell through with that girl, so that now I can realize more clearly what Jaclyn was really warning me about. We havent been able to hang out yet, but we've spoken on the phone and emailed, and thankfully, it doesnt feel like weve ever been apart, I feel like Im right back in 10th grade somehow, as much as I wouldnt want to be there EVER AGAIN. But thats besides the point, the point is, I have my friend back who traveled that journey with me. I love you jaclyn!!
Thats all for now. I'll write more next time..
for a long, long time
I don't want to hang out now
with the friends that just aren't mine"
~REM 'All the right friends'
