Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Stairs and glaciers.
One foot, two foot, right foot, left foot. Eye-snag upward. Numerical evaluation of needed progress: 24. Brain bobb, lung pumps; stiff play-doh moves rhythmically 24 more times. You have triumphed over the stairs.
My arms are screaming. It hurts, It hurts, It HURTS! Gasping for air I look up and try to see much farther I have to go but all I see is the wall leaning forward to eat me alive. Frantically I claw at the wall with my ice picks, hoping that I'm going up as that I can no longer tell whether or not I'm going in the right direction. My pick doesn't connect for a second, I'mgonnaDieI'mGonnaDieI'mGonna- I'm on top. In my failing I had made it from the side of the wall to the platform. I'm Here! I MADE IT! WHOOOHOOOO!!!
This is the difference between climbing stairs and scaling the wall of an ice glacier. Metaphorically, this is the difference of being an average and a late bloomer. One you can measure your progress because it comes in small little steps, and you can see how close you are to meeting your goal. If you're a late bloomer though, its a little different. You know, that, if you put lots of work in for something, you'll get your goal. When you will, and how much work you have to put in it, you don't know. You don't know when it will finally click with you, or when you will have put enough work into it. No one really wants to help a late bloomer, because they aren't sure that you will ever make it to the top.
I never passed the 100 addition questions in one minute test. I had to miss recess every day I didn't pass. I did the same for subtraction, multiplication, and division. I never got 100% in my spelling tests. I had to stay in every lunch and rewrite each word I had missed twenty times, and if I misspelled one of those I would have to write the word fifty more times. I got called a liar by my sixth grade teacher when I told her yes, I had written that book report by myself, and yes, I knew what melancholy meant, and even if I couldn't define it I could use it in as many sentences as she'd like.
I still do need to touch up my math. But I think that I'm going to pass that 100 in a minute addition test now. Now I carry a dictionary with me everywhere, and use things that have spell check because my writing is too small to read if I just write it up. But that doesn't even hardly matter; I have been the genius artist who can transpose words to a higher form that will slip into one's palm and brush up their arm, smile, and lead one from being into living since my Freshman high school year. I may not have an English degree, but I'm not someone you would question for using a long word.
I'm sitting on top of a glacier, looking at how far I've come. I turn around, and look up. There is another wall of ice. This one delves into a crevice; I have no idea how long I'll be stuck in a tunnel hurling upward, but I'll get to the top.
I will work hard. And this year, I'm doing Math Flash Card again.
My arms are screaming. It hurts, It hurts, It HURTS! Gasping for air I look up and try to see much farther I have to go but all I see is the wall leaning forward to eat me alive. Frantically I claw at the wall with my ice picks, hoping that I'm going up as that I can no longer tell whether or not I'm going in the right direction. My pick doesn't connect for a second, I'mgonnaDieI'mGonnaDieI'mGonna- I'm on top. In my failing I had made it from the side of the wall to the platform. I'm Here! I MADE IT! WHOOOHOOOO!!!
This is the difference between climbing stairs and scaling the wall of an ice glacier. Metaphorically, this is the difference of being an average and a late bloomer. One you can measure your progress because it comes in small little steps, and you can see how close you are to meeting your goal. If you're a late bloomer though, its a little different. You know, that, if you put lots of work in for something, you'll get your goal. When you will, and how much work you have to put in it, you don't know. You don't know when it will finally click with you, or when you will have put enough work into it. No one really wants to help a late bloomer, because they aren't sure that you will ever make it to the top.
I never passed the 100 addition questions in one minute test. I had to miss recess every day I didn't pass. I did the same for subtraction, multiplication, and division. I never got 100% in my spelling tests. I had to stay in every lunch and rewrite each word I had missed twenty times, and if I misspelled one of those I would have to write the word fifty more times. I got called a liar by my sixth grade teacher when I told her yes, I had written that book report by myself, and yes, I knew what melancholy meant, and even if I couldn't define it I could use it in as many sentences as she'd like.
I still do need to touch up my math. But I think that I'm going to pass that 100 in a minute addition test now. Now I carry a dictionary with me everywhere, and use things that have spell check because my writing is too small to read if I just write it up. But that doesn't even hardly matter; I have been the genius artist who can transpose words to a higher form that will slip into one's palm and brush up their arm, smile, and lead one from being into living since my Freshman high school year. I may not have an English degree, but I'm not someone you would question for using a long word.
I'm sitting on top of a glacier, looking at how far I've come. I turn around, and look up. There is another wall of ice. This one delves into a crevice; I have no idea how long I'll be stuck in a tunnel hurling upward, but I'll get to the top.
I will work hard. And this year, I'm doing Math Flash Card again.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)