September 2010
2 posts
November 20th, 2007
Two years later, I try to reflect on myself, analyze the symbols, and think about how this experience has changed me. I am no longer the sad, hopeless girl I saw in the mirror three years ago. I see that girl as an archetypal child – not one of romantic innocence, but one of egocentrism, one that has finally grown up. And I know that on that day, I learned to live. So now here I am, sipping some...
Writers block sends even the most brilliant...
I, however, never considered myself brilliant, or a writer, for that matter. What I am is a reflector, an analyzer, a thinker.
As I sit here with a cup of tea and bruised fingers from an overly tight grip on my pen, I desperately search through 17 years of my life, brainstorming ideas for my college essay. I have been taught to analyze the works of Shakespeare and Dickinson, but never myself–the...