Happy Thanksgiving

Hey all in the blogosphere!

Happy post exam week relief, Happy pre Thanksgiving gobble, Happy who-cares-about-grades- because-they're-not-out-yet -- just HAPPY!

This is something I've been wanting to do for a while now... A building story!! (that is, a story that builds, not a story about buildings) Here's what's going to happen: I'll start a story, just a paragraph or so to set the scene, then all of you can add on. You can add a sentence, a paragraph, a page, you can make it funny, tragic, fantastical, do whatever you want with it so long as you just respond, just write. Okay, here we go...

It was a Tuesday and the snowflakes had begun to fall. They whirled down in airy spirals as if the gods were having a sleepover party and in their girlish squeals opted for a pillow fight that broke the clouds open. Gethsemane stared out the window, hand on chin, chin in hand. It was not a good Tuesday. Yes, the snowflakes were falling, and yes, the land of Dulog was best in winter, but today was not a good Tuesday.

Happy World Peace Day!

It's International World Peace Day! All around the world no one is fighting, no one is killing, all is well... In theory of course, but it's a lovely thought. If you are interested in learning more about the day and the story behind it, I would recommend going to www.peaceoneday.org and clicking around.

So, since this is the writing blog I was going to put up a poem about peace, but then I decided that lyrics are poetry and what is more peace-ish than a song. (Plus I had writer's block and calculus homework- not a pleasant combination) Now I wouldn't go so far as to say these lyrics are poetic, but this is a song I wrote about peace when I was around 13. I apologize for bad rhymes, bad puns and any other general badness... But Happy World Peace Day! Feel free to post your poems, thoughts, dreams, songs, anything! Without Further ado...

Welcome!

Hellooooo Everyone! Welcome back to the land of the textbook and the home of the Husky. If you are new to this blog then here's all you need to know: We are Gould Academy Out Loud and we write. This is a nonjudgmental, zero pressure environment to post your poems, thoughts, short stories, college essays or anything else you wish to share with our digital community. The ultimate goal of this blog is that we get enough writing up to publish a once-per-trimester Gould newspaper.

Ready to post something? Here's how, you can either post it as a comment off of this entry, or you can email me at goldberg.abbie@gmail.com and I will make it its own post.

SO, come all ye writers and WRITE! There's no rubric, no rules and you can be anonymous so no pressure. Welcome to the sanctuary of words set free, a haven for all that is creative.

Happy Writing!

People You Know

Anonymous

Hanging out with the people you love, but haven't seen in what feels like years is incredibly satisfying. You can't seem to get enough of these people. You want nothing more than to spend hours and hours catching up, going over every little insignificant detail in your lives, just to be around each other for a little bit longer. You feel elated, like you're on cloud nine. You laugh over the stupid and funny things, nod sympathetically over the things they get upset about, tell them you know what they mean about everything. And they do they same for you. And then there's seeing the people that you thought were your good friends, and have been betrayed by them. They don't know that you know, and they probably don't think that they did anything wrong by you. But they didn't tell you what happened, even though you deserve their respect, having been their loyal friend for the last 13 or 14 years of your life. But they are afraid that you do know, and try to avoid you, even while saying that they miss you and that they want to see you and hang out with you. They make up excuses that are blatantly false in order to keep conversations short and in their control. When they finally do allow a conversation to start up they barely stop talking in order to make sure that you can't confront them about what they did. It's sad, to see someone you thought you knew so well act so pathetic. It makes you feel as though you didn't know them after all. It also makes you feel a little stupid, to know that you didn't see this coming.

Happy Summer!

I hope everyone is having an awesome first few days of summer and finding lots of time for whatever creative endeavors suit their fancy. Here are some poems that I made yesterday out of a newspaper that seemed to be screaming "I am a poem! I am a poem! Please cover me in black ink!"

Feel free to post anything you've been working on and happy summer!

Summer Writing

It's summer time! Well...in two days it will be. But summer means that you have lots of free time (unless you're like me and want to do a million and one things instead of lazing around in the sun and going swimming), and lots of free time means plenty of time to write! So let inspiration run wild, and the words fall to the paper as if from a spring in your fingers, or in your pencil. Don't be afraid of exposing your thoughts, because there is a second identity within you, and it is called Anonymous. Just write and shout to the world that these are your words, the words of a human, just like them. Let them know that you exist and are very much alive. If your words are out there, people will see, and people will listen. So write about what is meaningful to you, write about the things you like, write about everything and anything that you want, and people will see.

JUST!!!

write....

Identity...Controversial?

Everyone in the world has something about them that is unique solely to them.

IDENTITY. What is it? Showing who you are....It is YOU. You can’t be you if you are lacking your identity...IDENTITY IS EVERYTHING.

How does one debate identity? Can one debate identity?

It is religion, beliefs, thoughts, actions. Very much is it ACTIONS. BUT HOW.....? How....what? HOW WHAT? How can I answer my questions when I don’t know what the questions are?!?!

identity....controversial? What can be
controversial about identity?
Some could make it controversial. Pretty easily too. But perhaps not I.

“You need to be more controversial....to make it good.”
WHY? Why does it HAVE to be controversial?
Identity. What about it? It’s important....ok. It’s who you are....fine. But what is it? How does one write a paragraph about it, how does one develop a thesis about it?

Forget “one” -- how do I?

People want things. What do they want? I don’t know. Things. Lots of things.
These things people want help to shape their identity, whether they intend for it or not.

Here’s an idea: “Identity is a false proposition to make people think that they are unique, something intended for the sole purpose of making people feel good about themselves.”

. . . But it’s not my idea. What’s this about a “personal theory?” How can it be a personal theory if it’s not my idea...?

But I could make it work . . . right? I could argue it. . .

Then again, I don’t agree with it. “You don’t have to agree with it to like it.”
Ok. But what if I don’t like it?

Could I argue in favor of something that I don’t even like,
let alone agree with?



Probably not.

“Do you have something that works?”
“Yup.” Pfft. You’re kidding, right?