i know it's in there--once upon a time i was a forensics pro (speeches, poems, stories and the like)
and I am impromtu trophy-holder (that's right, a regional winner, WHATUP)
and if you're asking yourself, what in the world is impromtu, this is the official definition from the national forensics website.
"Each student shall not take more than seven minutes, divided as the contestant chooses betwen preparation, to deliver a scene based on one of three topics drawn at random. The scene may be delivered as a monologue or as a dialogue between multiple characters."
anis, you would so be proud of me.
so would you, elizabeth, austin texas
the incredible poem you wrote about god,
we were so young.
indigo. the hilarious string of words,
the rap to the melody of our innocence
that we giggled over for hours upon hours
and when you read it at the group reading i might
have cried or died laughing on the spot.
the seriousness in your voice.
i envisioned it as i boarded the plane
and fell asleep next to a man who was nice enough
to save my dinner for me on the seat between us.
there were so many talented people.
and speaking of talent,
there was so much fervor tonight, so much passion and excitement and racing anticipations. but everybody else's words dried me clean of something raw. and when i felt beauty and inspiration i was busy and the urge to create disappeared when exhaustion and frustration set in later in the night [morning].
and speaking of late-nights in hayden hall,
it's seeping in again. is it strange that a smell i detest so much has become a comfort these late nights, a sign of routine; normality as i lay here cursing the burners around me and pulling the covers over my nose? one night when i am surrounded i will think of freshman year.
my head is beginning to pound, ever so lightly. water pressure and dampness.
it would be nice to be inspired all the time. imagine if we were. if we all were inspired all the time.
creativity and knowledge literally bursting at the seems. i need a little bit of bursting right about now.
and I am impromtu trophy-holder (that's right, a regional winner, WHATUP)
and if you're asking yourself, what in the world is impromtu, this is the official definition from the national forensics website.
"Each student shall not take more than seven minutes, divided as the contestant chooses betwen preparation, to deliver a scene based on one of three topics drawn at random. The scene may be delivered as a monologue or as a dialogue between multiple characters."
it was really fun. and i got really into it.
so would you, elizabeth, austin texas
the incredible poem you wrote about god,
we were so young.
indigo. the hilarious string of words,
the rap to the melody of our innocence
that we giggled over for hours upon hours
and when you read it at the group reading i might
have cried or died laughing on the spot.
the seriousness in your voice.
i envisioned it as i boarded the plane
and fell asleep next to a man who was nice enough
to save my dinner for me on the seat between us.
there were so many talented people.
and speaking of talent,
there was so much fervor tonight, so much passion and excitement and racing anticipations. but everybody else's words dried me clean of something raw. and when i felt beauty and inspiration i was busy and the urge to create disappeared when exhaustion and frustration set in later in the night [morning].
and speaking of late-nights in hayden hall,
it's seeping in again. is it strange that a smell i detest so much has become a comfort these late nights, a sign of routine; normality as i lay here cursing the burners around me and pulling the covers over my nose? one night when i am surrounded i will think of freshman year.
my head is beginning to pound, ever so lightly. water pressure and dampness.
it would be nice to be inspired all the time. imagine if we were. if we all were inspired all the time.
creativity and knowledge literally bursting at the seems. i need a little bit of bursting right about now.
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