Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I have no excuse besides the fact that my creative juices have not been working in my favor these past few days and thus I have no poems to share. And from that, I’m sure you can infer that I did not successfully finish NaPoWriMo. But never fear! There’s always next year—although I will be in college and who knows how much I’ll change within the span of 365 days.
Here’s a quick update on my life, just to clue you in since I haven’t written in what feels like a month.
1. Got a hair cut. Then got a shorter hair cut. And now I resemble Coconut Head from Ned’s Declassified School’s Survival Guide.
2. Had to write an inclass essay on a poem about a pig. Literally, the poem just talked about how fat and monstrous the pig was. If you want to check it out, it’s called “Sow” by Sylvia Plath. It was the weirdest poem I’ve ever read, and the weirdest essay I’ve ever had to write.
3. Finally got on to Pottermore… and found out that I was a Hufflepuff. For those who are not Harry Potter fans, people generally joke that Hufflepuff is the house where all the rejects from the other houses go, for the people who aren’t brave, smart or ambitious. So I wasn’t too thrilled, until I realized that the traits of Hufflepuff weren’t that far off from who I really am (loyal, optimistic and hardworking). And so I decided to embrace my inner Hufflepuff and make this mug:
And let’s face it, Hufflepuffs are GREAT finders! (Please tell me someone got the “A Very Potter Musical” reference). Also, funny side note, but Hufflepuff in French is pouf-soufflé and in Welsh, it’s Wfftitwff. So I can call myself a pouf-soufflé and not be lying.
4. Every year, senior members of the school newspaper create one last issue solely centered around seniors, college and reminiscing about high school, and at the end of the issue, one member writes a poem. And guess who volunteered to write said poem? That’s right—yours truly. Remember, none of my friends except for my best friend knows that I enjoy writing poetry, so I’m really going out on a limb here—or at least, it’s a limb for me. I still have traces of the shy kindergartener within me, though people don’t normally realize it. But you guys will most definitely be the first to see, critique and analyze this poem, so watch out for that.
And that’s about it! Again, I’m really sorry for not posting in SUCH a long time, and I’ll try to be more punctual in the future.