The best of all evenings to you, my loyal subject. Feeling very poetic today because of Canterbury Tales. It has not inspired me yet as much as Beowulf, but who knows? I might find something in it that's more applicable to this time than knights and carrying the wrong weapons in every important battle. Well, I don't really mind, but since I am trying to become a critical reader, then I guess I will have to notice the smallest things.
Speaking of being critical, you know me...(well, maybe you don't) I am one of those people who you would think of as a wallflower. According to Stephen Chbosky, you are a wallflower if “You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.” Not that I'm hiding anything illegal from anyone though. It's just that everything that I observe in people is hidden in the darkest and most silent corners of my mind.
Earlier this morning, we talked about observing people in our English class. Our classes have been very educational and enjoyable, especially with our awesome teacher. She even told us about her watching people walk and imitating them right behind their backs. She's such a cutiepie, right? We were laughing the whole time, and then she asked us, "What kinds of people do you find interesting to observe?"
Since I have confessed to this blog, and to some people I trust too, that I am more of a writer than a speaker, you would probably understand why I didn't raise my hand and answer that very interesting question. (Let's not talk about my apprehensions and fears now, I'm having a fairly good day and I don't want to be depressed) The reason why I didn't recite is that all my thoughts were mixed up in my head. I was thinking, "AH, Students! No...teachers! Hm, what about random people?! No, that's not even allowed as an answer...Dogs? Oh, they're not people..." Yes, my thoughts were in that big balloon waiting to be arranged. But honestly, I don't think that in any moment at that time, my answer could be fixed and honest. Why?
Because I truthfully do not know what kinds of people I really find interesting to observe. Let me just tell you a story that I wanted to tell the class but yes, I am not much a speaker;
These situations wherein my eyes and ears are quick to observations often happen when I am bored and I have nothing else to think about. And I just sit or stand there, try to look for something to think about, and voila! I have my subjects. I don't choose people, nor do I find a kind that is more interesting, I could've said the weird people are interesting, but my definition of weird is too vague that I can't even say it.
The most common instances that I can think of when asked to recall observations of people are those in which I am walking from the HS Building to the Covered Walk or vice-versa. That is when I actually listen to what people are saying and try to figure out what their real topic is. And I notice even the smallest things, like when they tug their backpack straps down, when they try to carry those heavy books, or when they are just humming to a tune. And from there, my judgments of those persons follow.
I know, it may be quite wrong, and I told myself numerous times already, to judge others when you have only seen them a few times, but sometimes, I just cannot help it. I form hypotheses of who those people are, their family background, how they perform in class, what their school clubs are, and all other weird things that can sometimes fill up a Bio Data. The most peculiar of all, I sometimes use the personalities I see as characters in my novel. And I actually just have realized it now.
And I know that the above post makes little or no sense but since I promised myself that I would write as much as I can, so just bear with me. Well, I think we've got a lot to talk about over the weekend, but I'll have to go now. Adios.
Speaking of being critical, you know me...(well, maybe you don't) I am one of those people who you would think of as a wallflower. According to Stephen Chbosky, you are a wallflower if “You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.” Not that I'm hiding anything illegal from anyone though. It's just that everything that I observe in people is hidden in the darkest and most silent corners of my mind.
Earlier this morning, we talked about observing people in our English class. Our classes have been very educational and enjoyable, especially with our awesome teacher. She even told us about her watching people walk and imitating them right behind their backs. She's such a cutiepie, right? We were laughing the whole time, and then she asked us, "What kinds of people do you find interesting to observe?"
Since I have confessed to this blog, and to some people I trust too, that I am more of a writer than a speaker, you would probably understand why I didn't raise my hand and answer that very interesting question. (Let's not talk about my apprehensions and fears now, I'm having a fairly good day and I don't want to be depressed) The reason why I didn't recite is that all my thoughts were mixed up in my head. I was thinking, "AH, Students! No...teachers! Hm, what about random people?! No, that's not even allowed as an answer...Dogs? Oh, they're not people..." Yes, my thoughts were in that big balloon waiting to be arranged. But honestly, I don't think that in any moment at that time, my answer could be fixed and honest. Why?
Because I truthfully do not know what kinds of people I really find interesting to observe. Let me just tell you a story that I wanted to tell the class but yes, I am not much a speaker;
These situations wherein my eyes and ears are quick to observations often happen when I am bored and I have nothing else to think about. And I just sit or stand there, try to look for something to think about, and voila! I have my subjects. I don't choose people, nor do I find a kind that is more interesting, I could've said the weird people are interesting, but my definition of weird is too vague that I can't even say it.
The most common instances that I can think of when asked to recall observations of people are those in which I am walking from the HS Building to the Covered Walk or vice-versa. That is when I actually listen to what people are saying and try to figure out what their real topic is. And I notice even the smallest things, like when they tug their backpack straps down, when they try to carry those heavy books, or when they are just humming to a tune. And from there, my judgments of those persons follow.
I know, it may be quite wrong, and I told myself numerous times already, to judge others when you have only seen them a few times, but sometimes, I just cannot help it. I form hypotheses of who those people are, their family background, how they perform in class, what their school clubs are, and all other weird things that can sometimes fill up a Bio Data. The most peculiar of all, I sometimes use the personalities I see as characters in my novel. And I actually just have realized it now.
And I know that the above post makes little or no sense but since I promised myself that I would write as much as I can, so just bear with me. Well, I think we've got a lot to talk about over the weekend, but I'll have to go now. Adios.
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