It’s that time of the school year when students are obliged to “assess” their professors for the semester that is about to close. As much as Carine wanted to say bad things, diss, and look for something that contributes to a professor’s ruination, say, for the sake of attention, noise-making, talk, criticism, and childish fun, she could’nt conjure up anything of the destructive kind – nothing of the harmful vein. It wouldn’t be fair, you see. Even with a sometimes careless and imprudent heart with pessimistic inclinations, Carine upholds that truth is truth; facts are facts. What is obvious is clear... and what not.
One ripe afternoon, two college girls draped themselves on the steps of the stairs that skirted out of a great hall. One’s lithe body seemed haphazardly flung, like a strip of satin left to conform to the contours of solid marble. Almost in a sunbathing manner, her head was tilted upward – towards the sun – like a Sunflower absorbing solar power. Confidence emanated from her manner –the one who was the taller of the two.
The shorter girl kept more to herself, it seemed. Her palms were wedged in the space formed and pressed between the back of the thighs and the calves – a curious folded position that almost mimics that of a fetus. Clearly, what sprang forth from her was an impression of subjugation and reserve.
The two were complementary to each other.
The taller girl suddenly hoisted herself up and faced the shorter one. She was bent on saying something – a confession?… an idea?… an unveiling? Continue reading “Two Ionas in a Shell”
(… Last Blow continued)
“Be careful not to toy with her feelings,” Flloyd, the Mentor counselled his mentee, Continue reading “Flloyd, the Mentor & His Mentee”
(…Last Blow continued)
There was once a girl who wanted to look good, so she worked hard to look good
I wasn’t able to write in my journal last night. I was preoccupied with schoolwork. I was unstoppable; I had to finish certain things before the day ended. I locked the door to my room, so roommate Sleep could not enter. Continue reading “Wasted Efforts & Pussycat Dolls Rubbing It In”
It was in the hour of half past ten in the evening when Crystal finally decided to stop moving and stop doing something. A lot happened all throughout the day, but she doesn’t recall a moment of resting or a brief time-out. Continue reading “…Busy Crystal”
I was conscious about my figure.
I still am.
I just couldn’t stop worrying about how I look.
That’s why I work-out. Continue reading “On Valid Reasons & Priorities”
Feature articles must scream, “Read me! I’m worth your while.” Continue reading “Journalism’s Ridicule of Me”
Everyone in the group provided practical common-sense answers, but I know that those weren’t enough to satisfy Em’s curious mind. Continue reading “How Sure Am I That He Hears Me?”