Split Personailty
I’m sitting in my room, tapping my pencil on my desk. I was never the academic child, but I’m still not dumb. I actually like school. Unfortunately, I don’t like English, and I have to write a 500-750 word essay on the works and achievements of Emily Dickinson. At least it’s not about some boring guy like William Shakespeare. I tap my pencil to the beat of the music I’m listening to. I don’t even know why I’m holding a pencil- I’m supposed to be typing this up right now, but I have severe writers block. I’m a pretty good writer- but I hate nonfiction. It’s so easy to write about something completely fake and get lost in it. Nonfiction is boring. It brings you back into reality- the reality you worked so hard to escape from.
I pull out my earbuds from my ears and pause my music. I just need to focus. I need inspiration. And if anyone can give me it- I guess it’s Ms. Dickinson herself. Quotes are supposed to motivate you, so I decide to look up some. They all look like nonsense to me. “Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality,” and “I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you -- Nobody -- too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise -- you know!” Complete and total gibberish. I see one that I actually like. “Forever is composed of nows.” Yeah, because right now, trying to write this essay, feels like forever.
It’s not just that. I like the idea that everything you do adds up. I know people say that it’s okay to take it slow- life goes on forever. There’s plenty of time later. But right now is part of forever. So it’s always a good time to start acting. Except when what your doing bores you out of your mind. (Sorry Emily) I decide to pull through. I write about her life and death. I write about her pathway to writing and her successes. I feel like I covered everything. I go to my document facts and i only wrote 300 words. I just want to be done. I think of going to my sister, but I could also just do more research. I have no clue what to do now.
I pull out my earbuds from my ears and pause my music. I just need to focus. I need inspiration. And if anyone can give me it- I guess it’s Ms. Dickinson herself. Quotes are supposed to motivate you, so I decide to look up some. They all look like nonsense to me. “Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality,” and “I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you -- Nobody -- too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise -- you know!” Complete and total gibberish. I see one that I actually like. “Forever is composed of nows.” Yeah, because right now, trying to write this essay, feels like forever.
It’s not just that. I like the idea that everything you do adds up. I know people say that it’s okay to take it slow- life goes on forever. There’s plenty of time later. But right now is part of forever. So it’s always a good time to start acting. Except when what your doing bores you out of your mind. (Sorry Emily) I decide to pull through. I write about her life and death. I write about her pathway to writing and her successes. I feel like I covered everything. I go to my document facts and i only wrote 300 words. I just want to be done. I think of going to my sister, but I could also just do more research. I have no clue what to do now.