Around this time of year, there is a certain air of excitement and anticipation in the halls of RBHS that isn’t matched at any other time in the semester. Next year’s course booklets lay scattered about Bruin Block classrooms or remain firmly rooted in the backpacks of their owners, ready at a moment’s notice for when a student might start to consider the possibilities for their future. The ideas of what might await them in the coming months is both nerve-wracking and exhilarating.
Of course, we are all concerned in some way about the paths we would like to take next year. For some, it is simply another year in high school. Others, like myself, it will be their last. Still others will be considering everything beyond, from college to military or even a year of exploration outside of the circle they’ve called home.
No matter what your situation, though, you must consider you. It is so easy to get wrapped up in the number of credits you still need to earn or the best way to squeeze in that extra AUT. By no means am I discounting the importance of those considerations, either. I simply want to remind you to make time for your craft.
Writing takes time. Any art form takes time, at least to do it well. You may not find the time to free-write during the school year and many don’t have the fortune of an extra block to devote to their project. But their are so many wonderful ways to save time for your passion, whether it be taking a creative writing class over the summer or getting up early a couple minutes each morning to work on your project.
Unfortunately, there isn’t a specific method that works to keep you from abandoning a project because of a busy schedule. If you truly enjoy writing, however, there is always a way to work it into your life. Don’t neglect the necessities, of course; just remember to save time for what you love as well.
[divider top=”no” style=”double” margin=”25″] [box title=” Today’s Excerpt: ” style=”glass” box_color=”#431505″ title_color=”#e7e2da”] “I whispered to Legs as I worked, talking to her about my week and what all I had done. Even though she couldn’t respond, she gave me a look of wisdom that made it seem like she could, her air of understanding comforting me and reminding me of how intelligent animals could be.
“Immersed in my weekly routine, it wasn’t long before I finished brushing Legs down and picking her hooves. Heading out of her stall, I went to grab a saddle and girth from the tack room, smiling at Zuni sun-bathing in the grass nearby. She sat like a tiny sphinx, her tan coat glinting in the sun as she panted gleefully. She made no notice of me as I walked past her, simply closing her eyes and grinning in the blissful summer breeze.
“Taking my eyes away from her tranquility, I turned back to the tack rooms, quickly finding the vintage saddle, saddle pad, girth and bridle from the dusty shelves. I gathered the items into my arms and started back to where Legs was tied. As I headed out, however, I nearly ran into Colby, quickly apologizing and stepping to the side to let her pass.”
[/box] By Nicole Schroeder