January 14,2013
"Every day, its a wave, a whirlpool, a river. Incoming, outgoing, back, forth, churning, swirling, swishing. Voices splashing legs walking feet tapping water flowing laughing scolding greeting, water. Sounds lapping at the walls as water churns and churns back and forth and back until the shrill bell, the dam is closed .the bell sounds the moon phases the hour minute second changes so changes the tide and the wave whirlpool river is no more. Water rushes into gates, into doors they go, feet shuffling, voices calming, sounds like water lapping no more. Time passes the time hour minute changes, the moon phases tides change the shrill bell marks the opening of the flood gates out comes the water rushing back in down down goes the river incoming, outgoing, back, forth, churning, swirling, swishing. Water searching doors opening closing coming going.Voices splashing legs walking feet tapping water flowing laughing scolding greeting, water. Sounds lapping at the walls as water churns and churns back and forth and back until the shrill bell, again the dam is closed .The bell sounds the moon phases hour minute second changes so changes the tide and the wave whirlpool river is no more. Eight times the dam opens water rushes in swirling confusion laughing greeting screaming scolding feet shuffling voices speaking until the shrill bell closes the dam again and calming voices shuffling feet laughter scolding greeting ceases, water rushes back through doors the dam closes on and on until feet shuffling voices exciting friends departing scolding laughing, water overflows the dam breaks, water is released."
"Every day, its a wave, a whirlpool, a river. Incoming, outgoing, back, forth, churning, swirling, swishing. Voices splashing legs walking feet tapping water flowing laughing scolding greeting, water. Sounds lapping at the walls as water churns and churns back and forth and back until the shrill bell, the dam is closed .the bell sounds the moon phases the hour minute second changes so changes the tide and the wave whirlpool river is no more. Water rushes into gates, into doors they go, feet shuffling, voices calming, sounds like water lapping no more. Time passes the time hour minute changes, the moon phases tides change the shrill bell marks the opening of the flood gates out comes the water rushing back in down down goes the river incoming, outgoing, back, forth, churning, swirling, swishing. Water searching doors opening closing coming going.Voices splashing legs walking feet tapping water flowing laughing scolding greeting, water. Sounds lapping at the walls as water churns and churns back and forth and back until the shrill bell, again the dam is closed .The bell sounds the moon phases hour minute second changes so changes the tide and the wave whirlpool river is no more. Eight times the dam opens water rushes in swirling confusion laughing greeting screaming scolding feet shuffling voices speaking until the shrill bell closes the dam again and calming voices shuffling feet laughter scolding greeting ceases, water rushes back through doors the dam closes on and on until feet shuffling voices exciting friends departing scolding laughing, water overflows the dam breaks, water is released."
High school
hallways are an interesting place. To one who is used to the flow, the rowdy
students clambering to their classes, the quiet ones who walk reserved, the
ones who stand in the way of the flow and the ones who hurry to classes, it is
quite normal. We become used to seeing every day these familiar and unfamiliar
faces walking the halls. The bell marks the opening of the "flood gates,”
when everyone is released at once, flowing into the hallways as if a dam just
opened, filling a river.
In this river,
in the flow of the hallway in high school, we see all sorts of people, all
sorts of things. The youth represents a large part of our society, and by
observing high school students, one can tell a lot about our values, although
different, our morals, and our likes and dislikes. The hallways are the place
high school students call their own, where they choose to shout to their
friends, laugh, catch up with the latest gossip, and sometimes even chose to
"resolve” their issues, causing a scene as everyone yells "fight,
fight, fight!"
In a high
school hallway one can see the fashions, the media, and even how these students
carry themselves. Colorful hair, expensive brands, brand named sneakers, laid
back styles, high fashion, piercings, "hipster" styles, hip hop
fashions, you see it all. Headphones and earphones in ears, everyone also moves
to their own beats, as if high school students lived off of music. Electronics
in hand, fingers flexing and texting and searching and clicking, students walk
the hallways with their friends. Some chose to gossip, others to walk hand in
hand with their boyfriends and girlfriends. Some like to shout obscenities at
each other jokingly, while others hide in corners in plain sight and swap gum-
saliva- germs. Some are late, some are early, some don't go to class at all and
linger in the halls long after their friends have gone and the classroom doors
are closed.
Our generation
is a bright, colorful, varied one, but it is also complicated, an intermingling
of morals and ideals and ideas and fashions and likes and dislikes and
traditions and daily rituals. In high school, we all share the ritual of going
from one class to the next; we share this ritual with every other student at
our school because at that time we are all seeking out our next destinations.
We are all intermingling, even if we ignore one another or only talk to our own
friends. We all share this ritual every single day in school because we make
eye contact, we make physical contact, we overhear conversations, and we
observe each other. Although most of us share the value of education, and
attend our classes, those others don't, further defining our teenage society.
Our diverse fashions tastes-existent or nonexistent, tastes of music, and the
way we carry ourselves show who we are as individuals and what we believe in, and
who we are as a whole high school, a whole society, and a whole generation.
This blog is just so true. Our hallways is crazy. I love the different devices you used with this blog. That really big metaphor with the river was brilliant. It is such a great comparison. That poetic beginning is really good. It really sets the tone for what the rest of the blog will look like. very good job
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ReplyDeleteWhoooo! Brisa, this is awesome! I absolutely think this entry is rad! I totally love the whole water metaphor in the beginning. It is so clever, creative, and powerful. I really like that you didn't just focus on one thing in high school hallways. You just described what high school hallways look like in general, to you. And man, is that true! It is completely unbiased and that makes your piece that much more engaging. You definitely know your audience and you tailor the entire entry to them. Fantastic!