
Today for my writer's craft class we did something unexpected. For about half an hour of class we spent it outside the classroom.
No we were NOT skipping.
We were NOT released early.
We were not headed to the library, nor was there a special guest speaker or presentation.
The goal of the class was to go anywhere BUT class.
The goal of class was to capture our surroundings with our senses.
We had to walk in and out of the school, anywhere on school property from the "Smokers Pit" to the cafeteria and record what we observe with ALL of our senses.
As I went from the empty hallways to the crowded cafeteria I experienced many different sensations, which were mainly sight and sound.
As soon as I walked in the first thing I noticed were the social groups.
Everyone was together, but at the same time everyone was separated in their own distinct group of friends. The sounds I heard were of loud shouting and talking; all were inaudible and confusing. In contrast however I also heard whispers, and rumors as people walked past me. People talking behind metaphorical "closed doors" where those they talk about can not hear them. It was an interesting thing to experience as I had not recognized these sounds as in detail despite being surrounded with them every school day.
It just goes to show what a writer can point out with their mind and senses when they see things from a poetic analytic point of view.
- Francis Frustration
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