Virus (Dream Diary #3)

Last night I dreamt I was a carrier of some horrid disease. My skin was pale, my hands were cold, and the mucus in my nose clogged all breath. I was quarantined, I was exiled, I was isolated. But what drove me to panic was not my solitary confinement, or my wretched condition. I knew my fate, and it was far worse than death.

I was going to turn into a zombie.

By the way, Zombieland was a really good movie.

Oh Goodness.

Heroes

Lost

Glee

Fringe

The Office

Dollhouse

Flashforward

My schedule is way too packed. I might have to stop spending time with my textbooks in order to keep up with this rigorous pace.

Falling (Dream Diary #2)

I dreamt I stood on the top of a thick stone slab. That wavered as I stood upon it. It overlooked the deepest chasm. And the red of the rock beneath my feet was like the skin of the devil against the black of the gaping mouth below. As I walked along the scarlet sandstone, it tipped and gave way. And my body was flung like a doll into the empty space below.

Perhaps rock is not the best foundation.

An Apple.

As I walked towards the locker room after my fifth period class, twirling my TinkerToy invention in my hands, I felt my sandal slip and roll off a small sphere that gave slightly as I glided over it. I turned back to see a half-eaten, over-ripe, dirt brown apple in my previously taken path. Horrified and appalled I remosefully shouted back at it.

"Oh dear! I'm sorry!"

In Any Moment (Dream #1)

I dreamt I was devoured by a horrific black monster. It clung deftly to the ceiling and sprang as I strolled beneath it. By the mercy and love of Almighty God, I was sent back to Earth to live a while longer. But in any moment, any second, any blink of an eye, He may reclaim me.

I awoke. Fearing my life may be taken again. Slowly, coming to my senses, I regained my balance. Until I realized, my dream was not far from the truth.

I can die in any moment.

Can you?

A long due letter.

Hello High School,

We've been a bit rough with each other lately. I must admit, you've been putting up a fairly good fight. It's been quite a challenge to rise and meet you everyday. However, I must make something absolutely clear.

You will not master me.

No longer will you delegate when I wake and when I sleep. No longer will you control when and where I devote my time. No longer will you deceive me into believing what's important.

You will not master me.

I will not bend to your all-consuming motives. I will not find my identity in what you deem is necessary. I will not compare myself with your lifeless drones called role models.

You will not master me.

Your rules and teachings may conquer. My friends and allies may fall. My mind and body may fail.

But you will not master me.

So bite me Monday. Bite me. And I'll make your teeth bleed.

Sincerely,

Alex Chiang

Another essay to my English teacher.

If you read the first essay posted on this blog then I'm sure you're delighted, and not so surprised, to hear that my English teacher had me rewrite it.  These are his comments.

Alex–the prompt asks for an essay.  This is some hybrid of an essay and an apology letter, which was NOT the prompt.  *rewrite due tomorrow or -25 points.

This is how I interpreted it:

Alex–the prompt asks for five-paragraphs, typed, double-spaced, MLA Format.  This is not an essay.  It is way more than five paragraphs.  It does not have a proper heading.  It addresses the audience directly.  It ends with a valediction.  This is NOT acceptable.  How dare you try to do something different.  Stick with what everyone else is doing.  Don't try to be creative. *rewrite due tomorrow or -25 points (because that's the worst thing I can do to you)

The first thing I did was laugh.  The very nature of my previous essay was unacceptability.  This forced rewrite proved it was a success.

The second thing I did was look up the word essay.  Apparently, an essay is any literary composition about a certain topic.  So, even though it was disguised as, formatted as, a letter, my brain child was actually an essay.

The third thing I did, of course, was write my rewrite.

PS I have a 79.9% in this class. Haha.