Why it's noteworthy: It handles a serious subject in a funny and original way. It depicts high school life incredibly well for those who are numb to the good things in life or for those who feel like their family is a hinderance to who they are, and shows young adults that battles can be fought and won, just maybe not in the way they expected. What I like most about it is that it can teach young adults to live and love the best they can before it's too late. Life doesn't mean anything if you don't let it. Cameron, the main character, is numb to his surroundings and doesn't understand what he's missing in life until he is somewhat forced into a major change of heart.I know, it's been forever since I have posted anything. I've been trying to write in the midst of finals and finding a new job. Needless to say, writing hasn't really been the priority. However, now that I'm no longer employed, I find myself writing again! Life has a funny way of working itself out, even if you don't think you're ready for it. There's just something that I was missing while I was working where I was and this is someone's way of saying, "You're not doing your job, so let me help you."
My yoga instructor also said something the other day that really hit home for me. She said that she was afraid to start teaching yoga because she felt like she wasn't good enough, or that she didn't have enough to offer. But, somewhere inside her she knew she had something to offer and knew that she just had to go for it. That's exactly how I felt about writing, and now I know that I just have to go for it! Ready or not! I have a lot to learn, but learning is achieved through practice, success and failure.
This is a story that I started working on as my final project for my literature class and I grew kind of fond of it and I'm excited to expand and keep working on it.
Here's a small sample titled: Kittens, Birds and Other Falling Things.
Once I dropped a kitten in the water just to see if it could swim. When it sank, I knew. Another time I climbed a tree to see a nest of baby birds. They didn't see me, so I picked one up just to let them know I was there. I heard once that baby birds don't always know when they're ready to fly, mama just makes them. Well, mama wasn't there so I assumed the role and let it go. The tiny shrill cry only lasted a couple of seconds. Baby birds aren't always ready to fly.
You can call me heartless all you want. I won't care. The only reason you would say this is if you didn't know my story. Sure, I could've been better, and yeah, I could've done worse. I settle for the middle. Call it fence-sitting, indecisive, numb… whatever. Most of the time it's better not to think about something too much before you do it. In all of these examples I've provided, a mere thought entered my head and I did it. I don't weigh consequences. Nothing turns out how you think it will anyway.
When I tested the kitten I was just curious. My friend's cat just had kittens and one of them wandered into my back yard. I sat on the swing set looking out over the pond wondering about fish and how they swim. People swim, ducks swim. Along comes kitty. You know the rest. No one ever asked me what happened, and if they did, I would've told them. There's no point in lying.
The birds? There isn't much to explain there. A few weeks after the kitten and the day before seventh grade, I climbed a tree by the same pond to see the birds. Baby bird jumped, I jumped off the other side. Dad mowed the lawn.