Wednesday, February 23, 2011
TAL "Reality Check" Blog
After watching an episode of "This American Life", in which four different people hatch plans that inevitably snap them back into the real world, you should be able to empathize with one of them. Please share an experience that checked you back into the realm of reality. Entries should be at least 10 sentences, and please write them descriptively and with sound grammar. Due by the beginning of class on Thursday, 2/24. Thank you!
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Summer is a time that I am free to be myself and do almost anything I want. Every fourth of July, I watch colors of blue and red explode in the sky, lighting up the world. My eyes do not peal open until at least 11 am. I am able to go lay out by the pool and soak up the sun for hours upon end. Day trips to Galveston are frequent during my summer. My life is full of freedom and smiles until a dreadful mid-August morning, my alarm clock blares at 7 a.m. School again. No longer am I free to roam the streets all day having fun, I am forced to sit in classrooms all day learning boring information I won't remember by the time I am 23. The transition from summer to school proves to be a reality check in my life.
ReplyDeleteWhenever my dad and I ski, I feel free and elated. The swiftness of my skis allow my mind to go blank. The rush of blood in my body is filled with excitement and energy. The cool air against my bare face makes me feel as if I am part of nature. The faint sound of crushed ice sings a melody in my ear. The sunshine emits a radiance, brightening the snow as if it was alive itself. My experience skiing is indescribable, probably one of the greatest feelings for me in the world. I am always sad on the last day because I do not know the next time I will get to come back. It is not fun checking back into reality after a week of skiing. Sometimes I wish I can ski forever, but I know I can't because it is not reality.
ReplyDeleteWhenever I take a drive around town to take some stress off me, I feel as if nothing matters. I see the road, I feel the car, I hear the engine, I smell the leather interior, and I taste the feeling of satisfaction. Roaming the streets with no particular pattern alleviates me from the stressful reality I unfortunately live in. Eventually, the car will run out of gas and remind me that its time to check back in to the station. A place where I will eventually have to return to no matter what. The moment I check in at the pump is the moment I realize life goes on no matter how far behind I try to leave myself.
ReplyDeleteReading. WHen I read I am taken away from all the horrors of this time to something new. Where there is no time to think but to be. The inside of my mind is able to take me to Elizabeth's Court, Nazi Germany, the battlefields of WWII, Egypt during Cesear's Rule, or wherever the author would like to go. I have spent hours on hours reading. A couple of times I have gone 7 hours straight forgetting about food and sleep to finish a book. Reading is like magic for me. No longer confined to one space and the ability to be transported anywhere. The hardest part is that since I have been in high school the amount I have read has shrunken because all that is going on. But during summer or breaks I just devour books. What else what I be doing today besides that?
ReplyDeleteI was tubing on a friends lake. I was loving every second of it. Speeding over the water at an unusually alarming rate, I could feel the water skim under the tube. The boat would turn and sling me outside the frothy wake near the verge of tipping. Then, I would turn the other way and swing around to the complete opposite side of the boat. Everything then came crashing down, I hit the edge of the wake and went airborne. Losing my grip on the tube, I felt as if I were floating in the air for a few seconds. I hit the water and a sheer pain ran down my spine. I have never hurt so bad in my life.
ReplyDeleteLeaving the dock in the boat in the morning is the ultimate snap back to reality. It is just you, the boat, and the morning smells of the salt water. Watching the birds come out for another days work of catching fish. Getting up on a plane and running in the morning glassy conditions, the feeling on the steering wheel of no waves or anything. thats reality.
ReplyDeleteI was about five years old at the time. My dad had taken me to visit family up in Memphis. His sister Becky had a nice little house, but they had a mean dog that they would put away when my dad and I came over. The Thanksgiving party was starting to bored me so I wandered the house. There were many uninteresting closets and a bathroom or two. As i came upon a particular door, I paid no attention to the fact that the room was dark because this side of the house did not have any lights on. I opened the door to see my cousin Hailey sitting on a bed holding the dog. It jumped out of her arms and sprinted straight for me. I screamed and ran out of the room to my dad, asking him to pick me up so the dog couldn't get me. He didn't understand me and then I felt a big chomp on my leg which the dog had deemed a chunk of beef wellington. That dog is now dead.
ReplyDeleteWell done. Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteNo matter where across the world I am, clouds always put me in a better mood. They are something that I can find anywhere I go, and at almost anytime. Watching them move across the sky at all different speeds and with all different shapes relaxes my head, and calms any nerves I may have. It amazes me how I can be in a stationary position but the sky keeps moving. There are several activities that check me back into reality, but none that can follow me across the world. The changing colors of the clouds and skyline around sunset make evening my favorite time of day, and it’s the perfect time to relax. The infinite water particles that form clouds remind me of how small things make up something bigger. Like snowflakes, no two clouds are exactly the same. Different emotions run through my head each time I take some time to look at the sky, because it’s never the same.
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