To Sir with Love

Dear Mr. Crazy,

I am working on your lab right now and thinking of you. You know, the lab you assigned on the last day of your class and made due on the first day of exams. I am writing to tell you how much I enjoy figuring out how to make a distribution curve to compare the sizes of my classmates' earlobes. I feel that this is contributing to my education and my life in a profound way, and I would like to thank you for the opportunity to stay up late on a Thursday night and spend some quality time with Microsoft Excel. In the last year, the time I spent staring at weeds and drawing fish has given me a new appreciation for both nature and Crayola. There were times where I had you and your class on my mind for days intertwined with sleepless nights filled with dreams of aerobic respiration.

I need to make this letter short because my data table is calling me, but I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry we didn't get to spend more time together this year. I will be searching for you tomorrow at lunch to turn in this lab. It will no doubt be fantastic, considering how much respect I have for both you and this assignment. I hope in the future I have another chance to measure the earlobes of my classmates on the last day of school.

Sincerely,
The girl from 7th period, in the front row on the left

Some thoughts

You know that weird relationship you have with the friends of your friends? You get along well in a group of people, but when it's just the two of you, you have no idea what to talk about, and it's just awkward. I love those times when something happens between the two of you and you suddenly become actual friends. I love breaking that barrier. It's weird though when you go the opposite direction, when your friend drifts away and becomes a friend of a friend. You now force uncomfortable conversation with someone you used to joke around with. It's strange.

Words

I like making lists of words that sound cool. I was bored of studying and made a game out of one of these lists. I had to try to put them together to make sense. This is what I ended up with.

Artistic invention. Another dimension. Invisible waves. The darkest caves. Fear, ice cold. Echoes told. Moments alone. The sword in the stone. Intense illusions. Shocking conclusions. They melt in heat, skipping beats, these hearts that speak. Logic weak. Fantasize. Intensifies. Releasing the restrained. Immersed and uncontained. In darkness glows. In silence screams. The truth in lies, in fantasies, dreams.

I realized it turned out like a poem. Kinda cool. I never write poems. I didn't use all my words but I added some. I guess that's okay.

Love,
Juliana

=P

So there's some stuff I've been thinking about and I decided to write it out to maybe find an answer to my questions. I typed 1,000 words in 30 minutes and it's in organized transitioned paragraphs with an introduction and a conclusion. My 1,500 word World Lit paper has been taking me hours to write and I've only written 700 words.

If only I could organize my thoughts about German literature as fast as I can organize my other thoughts.

Love,
Juliana