Goodbye.

Thank you.
Thank you for two years of incredible memories.

Of skilled rap battles.
Of snuggie debates.
Of thought provoking Big Questions.
Of speculations concerning 'The Moffat Man'.
Of a duel over 'Clueless' and 'Tommy Boy'.

Of hilarious anecdotes.
Of personal stories.
Of shared confessions.
Of honest opinions.

Of "horrible" music.
Of "I didn't write on topic"'s.
Of too many swear words.
Of so many creative minds.

Of tears.
Of laughter.
Of friends.
Of family.

Haskalicious, Room 33, Creative Writing classes of 2009-2011,
I love you.
And I will never forget you or the impact you have had on my writing.
On my life.
On me.

Thank you, for everything.

Bri :)

Stunned.

When I walked back into room 33 this year, I too believed it would be just like last year.
A family.
A home away from home.
I was naive.

Very few people took this class for genuine reasons. For most it was all fake.
An easy A.
A place to talk with their friends.
Purely selfish reasons.

Room 33 has turned into just another class.
A place for people to do the minimum amount of work,
share their writing, and kick back and ignore everyone else.

It literally makes me cringe to see the 'don't give a shit' attitude that some people plaster on their faces like a mask.
They don't care about this class, or the people in it.
Their text, is more important.
Their topic, is easier to write on.
Their conversation, is dire.

Everyone in this class deserves respect. They deserve to be listened to.
I always listen to the stories someone takes the time to write.
I always clap after people are done sharing, even if that means pushing aside my own writing and putting my pen down.
Because that's what families do.

But, then again, we aren't a family.
We're a class.
An easy A.
A cop out.
A disappointment.

Bri.

Prom.

Dear asshole at prom,

Thanks for leaving your super pointy and sharp lollipop stick on the ground. It totally didn't stab the side of my foot. And my foot totally doesn't hurt now thanks to you.

                                                                                    Sincerely,
                                                                                             Bri.


*Other than that prom was okay. The music they played wasn't really my taste, but overall I'm glad that I went :)