For Communications Applications (the online summer course I'm taking) we have "Discussion Board Grades". The first one we ever did was a writing prompt that went something like this:
If you had to describe yourself using three objects on the shelves of Wal-Mart, what would they be and why?
Well, let's be honest, that's a really good topic. If only our testing had topics like that! It'd be so awesome. Anyways, I thought it was an awesome topic and I wanted to share my answer with you. Mostly because it was very detailed and it was awesome (:D) I just hope this doesn't count as plagiarism. Because... well technically it's MY work and I'm just using it in two different scenarios. However, it's the author who's using it so I don't think it counts.
If I had to describe me, using the items on the shelves of Wal-Mart, I would
choose a nice laptop, a comfy beanbag chair, and a big bookcase full of
adventure and romance novels.
The laptop is the portal into my preferred reality. It is my stone that
grounds me and the most useful tool in my arsenal when trying to call up my best
friend, the internet. Speaking of friendships though, close relations with
those I treasure are important to me. Sadly, nowadays I find more of those
close relationship drift off as they move away from me. With my email and my
laptop however, they are always just clicks away. My laptop also stores my
deepest treasures, like pictures that I like and those I have edited and those
I have drawn. It holds my life in it's hands, literally. As my dreams of
becoming an author blooms into new found reality of sunshine, only my laptop
holds the precious key to the working of my inner mind with the thousands of
ideas and words I wish to put to spine bound, print paper someday.
A comfy beanbag chair is the place of rest for my mind and body. Like the
beanbag chair, I am lazy, laid back, and stoic. I prefer not to get involved, as
does the beanbag chair (seeing as it never moves). If you spoke the others
outside my personal palace, they may say I'm smart and out going, but the true
secret is revealed by thoose who ask the ones I dwell with (or as I call them,
familet(s): a single unit or being of your imediate family ex: Mom). The truth
is, when alone and home, I am holled up in my personal threshold known as
"Kenster's Room". It's my own personal slice of heaven. Mostly because there's a
bed, a radio and of course, my laptop. I spend all day on my butt lazy as the
beanbag chair under it (although you could argue that I am outgoing, as long as
I'm doing something I enjoy, because when it comes to coming up with new plots
to surprise my friends, i spend hours thinking and never disappoint). To be
frank, I lack the motivation to do ANYTHING I don't enjoy. If someone threatened
to kill me I doubt it'd change my motivation to do the dishes.
Finally, the bookshelf. Like the bookshelf, I am tall and unyielding, strong
and ridged and stubborn. It'll take some effort to move me out of the way. I may
lack motivation for the things I despise, but once I have my heart set on
something, there is nothing that will bring me down. Once, I begged my parents
to allow me to make a costume for the Scarbourgh fair. Everyone else goes in
such cool costumes, why couldn't I? I wanted to dress up in Noelle's dragon
riding outfit from my own book. As you would've guessed it, they didn't grant my
request. So, behind their backs, I brought the materials to my mother's and hand
stitched it with darts and ribbons without a pattern. Now, it hangs on my wall
as a prized trophy. On the bookshelf are the countless tales of adventure and
romance I could only dream of being apart of myself one day. To me, books are
portals to the worlds we cannot reach. Every book is precious and when they are
torn or bent it makes me furious. If I'm not online, I'm reading. Reading
a juicy Elizabeth Chandler novel or re-reading for the billionth time the daring
tales of Percy Jackson. Any story of other worldly impossibilities coupled with
high adventure with a side of romance can draw me in. Once enveloped in the
portal, it's impossible to make my way out, to the point where my books often
get confiscated so I'll do my work.
And there you have it. Me on the shelves of Wal-Mart. Don't be fooled though,
I'm not for sale! :D
Blah blah blah
Your Fav. Blogger,
~Kenster
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