It feels like weeks since I've posted, but really it's only been three days. I suppose it might be the schoolwork - having so much to do every day makes the time crawl by. In any case, here I am again. ♥
School hasn't been horribly awful so far (which is always nice) and I'm taking a splendid English elective (which is by far my most favourite class ever.) For this English course, we're currently working on our description. We're developing our own unique styles of writing by learning from the greats, like Shakespeare, Dickens, Bronte, etc.
For our first assignment I had to describe this man:
|I apologize for the poor quality of this photo.|
There was more to the assignment, but that was my favourite part. It was neat to see how the others in the class described the same man in such different ways - one referred to him as a street person, and considered him a nuisance, and another student described him as a retired fisherman. We were all looking at the same painting, but we each saw the man in a different light.
Isn't that the beauty of being a writer, though? Looking at the world and seeing it in a completely different way from everyone else?
What about you? What kind of a person do you see in this photo?