Sep 11, 2015 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries
Fourteen Years Ago, and Counting …
©September 11, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
I was in class, teaching second period English, when it happened. We’d only just moved to our new house, which we were turning into a home. I found out at the end of third period in school, where I was teaching, getting to know my new students for the new year. We 8th grade teachers on my team rushed into the math teacher’s room during our meeting time in fourth period, and watched dry-mouthed, silent and horrified as all the news outlets played that same scene over and over again, like some sort of gruesome nightmare.
Then, when I returned to my classroom for my Prep. period, my husband and I got on the phone each other. He was alone at home, crying. I wept, as well. When I got home that night, we took a long walk.
This was the most heart-breaking thing I’d seen/heard of in a long time, at that time — even though I knew horrible things went on in the world. I think it was the terrible, all-in-one-fell-swoop enormous nature of the event that captured an elemental fear, and encapsulated it for all of us.
And after that, a long, long nightmare of war was set in motion, in which hundreds of thousands of innocent Iraqis were killed, in which innocent Afghanis were killed, and several thousand of young American soldiers also died, along with soldiers from Britain and other countries.
All this because some immature, arrogant, money-loving, faux-patriotic, pea-brained, lazy son-of-a-I-don’t-know-what wanted to play at war with all his little soldier boys and girls, and maybe avenge his petty, ineloquent father’s previous war-defeat, and maybe gain some cred. with his pathetic, money-corrupted family.
Sorry if I hurt anyone’s feelings here!
I shall end my rant here.
Tags: Personal post
Sep 11, 2015 Writing 101
So, today’s assignment was this, in part: Today, write a response to one of these tweets. Shape your post in any way you choose — agree or disagree with the tweet, or use it as a starting point for a story, personal essay, poem, or something else.
Now, while I dislike Twitter, I see its uses, and have an account. I won’t disclose it here. In any case, I decided I’d look no further than the five tweets our hostess suggested, being unwilling to go onto Twitter. I chose this one:
I can’t decide if procrastination kills creativity or is essential to it. ~Grant Snider
Procrastination has always been my biggest failing (and I want no lectures about it here, thank you!), but I always seem to get there in the end, and usually on time, so I haven’t let it conquer me — yet!
Anyway, I thought about writing a response to this pithy saying, but wanted to put it off until tomorrow. Then, it dawned on me that putting it off would not be helpful, so I decided to write about it.
However, since nothing creative has come from this effort, I’ve come to the conclusion that procrastination must be essential to creativity.
On the other hand, that proves nothing. I might still be uncreative tomorrow.
What can I say?
Well, it’s chores and nighty-night for me, folks!
Nice being here, albeit for only a short while this evening!
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On the other hand, I did write a poem on July 26th about this very topic, Procrastination.
Would I be considered lazy if I made a link to it here?
Thanks for reading!
Cheers!
Dreamer of Dreams
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#writing 101
Tags: #Post, #Procrastination, poem link