Metacognition: Writing My Short Story

When I started writing my short story, it was 1AM on a Monday. At the time, I was tired, bored out of my mind, sick, and didn't really want to do the assignment at all. I kept trying to find "rich ideas" or whatever, but I couldn't formulate anything worth turning in. At 5AM, I finally decided to write out one of my better prompts and go with it. I didn't edit or formulate. I didn't even look at the rubric. I just wrote.

So, I turned that one in and forgot about it. I wasn't exactly thrilled about doing it. I generally like story writing, but I couldn't find a muse with this specific assignment, so writing it wasn't fun for me at all. I was just disappointed with it. When draft two came back, I still didn't really know what to do with it. I kind of messed with the end and added dialogue, but that's it. 

Step three brought about the biggest change. I actually had a story going on, at least, even if I didn't like it. It had a general flow, a main character, a setting, and actual dialogue and a sloppy plot. I still wasn't proud of it, but it was all I could bring myself to do. I contemplated rewriting it or completely starting over with a new story, but procrastination mixed with actual lack of time had me trying desperately to fix the original.

Step four was important too. I rewrote a lot of it, added some dialogue and such. I tried developing the characters, but I don't think it came through. In step five, I rewrote nearly everything: new dialogue, new characterization, a new addition to the plot. I was happy at least that it was a story. I wasn't really that happy with it, but it had to do. 

Today's blog post is short because I don't have much to say about this assignment. I think I did alright, but I lacked inspiration for the majority of it, so I don't consider it good work of mine at all. I do like my voice, and I think it comes through in places, but I really believe that the story itself is cliché, uninspired, and boring. My one highlight was planning out my characters. Both were semi-based on people I know with a couple characteristics of myself, so I grew pretty fond of them even if my plot sucked. 

That's all. I apologize for the abruptness of the blog, but I really don't have much else to say about it. 

GIFS of my working process:

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An Inconvenient Truth: Academy Elitism

(Daylight Savings is making me grouchy, so this is going to be a bit of an angry post. Sorry guys!)

When I was in the hall the other day, I ran into one of my friends who I hadn't seen in a really long time. We exchanges pleasantries and such, and caught up a bit on each other's lives. Just normal friend stuff. Yet, as always, when people ask me what I've been doing, it inevitably leads to Academy. Here's an inkling of our conversation:

 

Friend: Hey, so how's Academy?

Me: Pretty good. Long, as always, but it's fun.

Friend: Geez. I honestly don't know how you do it.

Me: Do what?

Friend: Academy! You guys are all geniuses. I swear, if I had half the brains that you do--

Me: It's really not like that. We're like an honors class that has students from North and South and has a bit of a different curriculum.

Friend: But don't you guys all have like 5.0s and do debate?
Me: Not all of us. Yeah, some of us do, but I wouldn't do debate if you paid me, and I have like a 3.8 GPA. 

That carried on for a while and I had to keep telling her that we aren't a race of super smart aliens from a far away galaxy that learns through osmosis and rules the universe through mind control. It was kind of disappointing, though, because that sounds awesome. 

I've been getting crap like this from people since I got accepted into Academy, and I'm 99.999993% sure that the rest of Academy has heard something like this from someone at sometime. Teachers, parents, and a whole lot of students, seem to jump to the conclusion that every single one of us in Academy is some sort of super genius. Don't get me wrong; some of us are, but not all of us are diehard  debaters with 5.0s that play five instruments and run professional law firms in our basements. We just have this crazy reputation that we are. It's not all good stuff either--a lot of students think we're arrogant and self-entitled because of our being in Academy, and then they say that we really aren't that smart either. I don't know how it started, but it's spiraling out of control. It can't help that we're locked away in separate rooms learning all by ourselves for three periods every single day. It's like educational isolation. Kinda creepy if you ask me. We never get to do anything at our schools either. I know for a fact that Southies miss almost all assemblies and meetings. Plus, half the time we miss the morning news.

What surprised me the most is how teachers are almost worse than students with the whole ACADEMY-YAY-speil. Some teachers don't really care at all, and that's awesome, but some teachers go out of their way to claim that we're smarter than not only most classes, but the teachers themselves. It drives me crazy. I didn't join Academy to be put on a pedestal and revered as smarter than teachers and honors students alike. I joined because I thought that it was a cool program with a different approach to learning. I get it, we're all smart, but so are a ton of the kids at South and North. We're not really any different from them, and we're certainly not "better". 

You're probably wondering how I came to really thinking about this. I know that we've only just started to read "Jane Eyre" but I remember one of the intro conversations we had about it in English sometime. In that conversation, we talked about how Jane is angry with her social standing and how social standings determined a lot back in Jane's time. I guess I sort of paralleled it with my frustration at how we're either seen as pompous and arrogant with no real talent, or insane super geniuses who spend all their time doing homework and cuddling with their history textbooks. No one really sees us as we really are. We just get the title "Academy" slapped on us, and suddenly we've been sorted into a category of dull high school chatter and serve as another source for drama and gossip amongst bored teenagers. Jane is sort of stuck in the same place. People don't actually get to know her, they just judge her because she's an orphan with no money from a poor family. 

Also, in English we finished up with "Heart of Darkness". As much as that book annoyed me because I couldn't read it fast enough or understand it well enough, I liked a lot of the points it made. It reminded me of how tons of people thought that the white people settling the Congo was noble and good, but really it was a giant hell hole. I'm totally not comparing Academy to a hell-hole, but the white people's blind acceptance and glorification of something they really didn't know about reminded me of similar people I know. 

I know that we're all smart, and that all of us have a lot of potential. I know we do. As Mr. Morgan said last year, "You were all chosen for a reason. You all weren't just picked out of a hat." I just get angry when we're treated as superior and inferior because we belong to a different program than the rest of the school. 

God, I really am frustrated today. I gotta go to bed. Night all.

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