Writers Block

Writers block is truly a tragedy; especially when the desire lies within oneself to write. I used to face this calamity - until today. Today’s class was one that really opened my eyes, opened my eyes “to the endless possibilities.” Carnovale told us to “just go out, and get some inspiration.” So, that is exactly what I did. He gave us a half hour to leave the class, and go out. But wherever it was we were going, we were asked to look, listen, and smell, all that was going on around us. I wasn’t sure where to go, but finally, the idea struck me to go into the girl’s washroom; a place where only girls are allowed. Where their secrets would be revealed and where they face their own calamity – themselves. Sure, I heard people using the washroom, toilets flushing, and stall doors opening and shutting. But I got to hear each girl who entered, and what she had to say about herself. The highlight of my washroom experience was a girl who was unhappy with her new haircut, “we experimented on my hair... I look like ******* Lady GaGa! I’m just gonna work with it.” It’s amazing how so many girls who are so different, have so much in common. Constantly in the mirror worried about what they look like to other people. When the only thing we should be worried about while at school, is school. Although, I can’t be one to point fingers; because I too, am that girl looking at herself in the mirror with dissatisfaction. This blog entry isn’t about that though. The moral of today’s lesson was simply about getting out and experiencing. Realizing that just listening or noticing things you wouldn’t normally think twice about, can provide a solid foundation to what could potentially become a short story, or maybe just a poem. Whether or not we choose to write about what we hear or experience, is one’s own choice. The point is, that the world is waiting for us to stop, and listen. The world is waiting for our stories.