Creative Preface for Portfolio Poem

When she can’t sleep at night,

she thinks of what to write.

 

Ideas flow through her mind,

like visions of an acid trip,

Dripping with raw emotion and real-life experience.

 

She sits in front of her computer until her fingers hack at the keys.

There’s a story in there somewhere.

A story that originates from a young girl who lost her way.

A story of mental illness at its finest: paranoid schizophrenia.

 

It’s a blessing when it comes to writing, but it’s a curse when it comes to writing.

Too many ideas flowing at once, mostly good ideas. Mostly…

 

She’s been writing since she was young.

Her mother always told her to write how she felt.

So she did.

It started with letters from her mom, trying to help her understand reality.

Years later, she wrote letters back to her mom about how she turned out okay.

 

She advertises her books in hopes of someday making it big.

Maybe one day someone will discover her.

 

For now, she just keeps writing to escape reality.

To create her own story, the characters are her friends.

In the end, she’s not alone. Her characters are on her side.

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“Culvers” Play

CHARACTERS:

LOGAN, a 26-year-old labor working man, husband

NIKKOLE, a 26-year-old student in community college, wife

SETTING:

In a 2011 Kia Soul (car)

TIME:

Present

In the middle of a crowded city, surrounded by traffic; the camera lights above the top of the silver Kia Soul sedan. A young woman in the passenger seat with curly brown hair sits restlessly in the seat and is staring out the window in contemplation of something. A young man is driving with a red mohawk and is looking out the rear-view mirror in annoyance.

NIKKOLE: Ugh! There’s nothing to do in this town!

LOGAN: (tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, then gripping it tight.) You’d think as many restaurants we have here there’d be something to do.

NIKKOLE: We could go eat I guess. (she looks at Logan in thought.)

LOGAN: Mhmmm. (he stares deep into the traffic in front of him.) COME ON! (he yells at no one in particular. Nikkole jumps in her seat in surprise.)

NIKKOLE: Is that a yes or a no? (she frowns at him)

LOGAN: (clears his throat and looks over at her as they are at a standstill in traffic.) Yes. We can get something to eat, but that brings us to a problem. (he smiles unexpectedly)

NIKKOLE: (she scrunches her face in confusion) And what problem might that be?

LOGAN: You can never decide on where to eat. It’s always a game. I give you three options and you say “no” to all three. I give you four more and you choose one of the first three. (he stares back into traffic waiting for her reply. He can’t look her in the eye even though he knows he’s right.)

NIKKOLE: (huffs in disapproval) Fine. Give me three options and I’ll pick. (she crosses her arms in anger. It’s not a game. It’s not her fault nothing ever sounds good and she’s so indecisive.)

LOGAN: Okay. So do you want a sit down restaurant or do you want to just pick something up.

NIKKOLE: (looks out the window again and lets out a heavy sigh) I don’t know…

LOGAN: (rolls his eyes) Here we go…

NIKKOLE: Fine. Let’s go sit down somewhere.

LOGAN: That narrows our options. Fazoli’s, Dairy Queen, or Culvers?

NIKKOLE (lets out a smile) Are you craving ice cream or something? (she giggles)

LOGAN: I never turn down ice cream.

NIKKOLE: (looks back out the window at the mall. Thoughts swarm into her head. None of those places sounded that great.) I’m tired of the same old places here.

LOGAN: But you have so many options! Just pick one!

NIKKOLE: Ugh! Okay. Culvers… I think.

LOGAN: No! There’s no “I think” about it. It’s either yes or no!

NIKKOLE: Yes, Mr. Bossy. Let’s go to Culver’s.

(they drive in silence for the next five minutes. “Bulletproof” by Godsmack whines through the car speakers. When they arrive and park at Culver’s, they walk to the door and Nikkole reaches over and grabs Logan’s hand. They interlock their fingers in between their hands. They walk up to the entrance. Logan holds the door for Nikkole. Nikkole giggles quietly.)

LOGAN: What?

NIKKOLE: Nothing. (she laughs out loud.)

LOGAN: Tell me! (Logan is irritated.)

NIKKOLE: (so matter-of-factly) Man, I was really craving Dairy Queen. (Nikkole smiles up at Logan as they stand in front of the counter to order.)

(Logan rolls his eyes and starts telling the cashier his order.)

(Fade to black.)

Since I’m done with my Creative Writing class…

I’m going to be posting some of my work from the class on here. I have 7 pieces. 4 poems, a short story, and a play. I just finished the revisions on all of them last night. I have to print them all out with the original before revisions and make it into a portfolio. Stay tuned. I’ll post one tonight and schedule some more for the week.

College Life

As I end my 2nd day at the community college, I feel I must write about my experience.

The first day I had three classes. Pre algebra, Intro to Psychology, and Literature in Film. Let me just tell you, math first thing in the morning isn’t quite refreshing. My teacher is nice though. No one spoke to me in pre algebra. When I went to psychology class no one would sit by me or talk to me. I know it was the first day, but it was a bit disappointing. I felt like people were avoiding me. I couldn’t help feeling out of place. I seemed to be the oldest in all of my classes. My psychology teacher is pretty cool. He makes jokes. He’s a younger guy. I accidentally got 2 copies of my psychology book. So I have to take one back Thursday. It’s interesting having to upload all your homework and do quizzes on the college website called “blackboard”. It’s so weird. You used to have to print a copy and take it to school. I guess I’m just old… Anyway, Literature in Film was pretty cool. My teacher seemed kinda like a laid back hippie. He said he majored in Literature when he was in college. Literature in Film class is going to be fun. I’m excited to read Breakfast at Tiffany’s just to compare it to the movie. It’s definitely an iconic movie. Everyone in that class kinda talked to me and was very friendly. Most of my classes were pretty well close together except my pre algebra class. It’s half way across the parking lot.

So on to day two. I felt like day one was a great experience and I was happy to be in the college lifestyle. Now at day two, I can’t help but feel uneducated. I started this morning with my Critical Reading and Writing class. My teacher is very nice, but stern. He does not accept late work under any circumstance and he will be quick to drop you from the class if you miss more than 3 days. He did an interesting activity though. He made us introduce ourselves to the person to the right and to the left of us. Then he had us write why we were taking the class. I said because I loved to read and write and because it was a requirement for my major. So we had to walk around the class and compare our answers to everyone else and find out if anyone had the same answer. After that, he had us lineup by how long it took us to get from home to school. I was in the middle since it only took 20 minutes for me and that’s mainly because of construction. So we had to go around asking everyone how long it took them in order to determine where to stand. The teacher also has a policy that if someone yawns we all have to stand up. You have to understand, that is going to be hard for me considering the class is at 8AM. I can have a few cups of coffee or an energy drink and I’ll still yawn. So we’ll see how that works out.

My second class today was Introduction to Anthropology. My teacher seemed nice, but he’s one of those teachers that tries to catch you off guard and calls on you to answer a random question. I found that quite intimidating since I haven’t taken any type of history or science class in almost 10 years. So that class is going to be interesting.

I also had quite a bit of homework within the past few days. Nothing major. I had a short paper to write this morning for Critical Reading & Writing about myself. I mostly wrote about my ferrets, writing, and music. I took a quiz on the syllabus and aced it. I’m hoping I get a good grade in this class, as it’s the most important one to me.

At the end of the day, I’m very happy I’m not working anywhere. I cannot imagine how someone goes to school full time and works part time. With all the homework I’ve had, it just amazes me how some people do it. I would be so overwhelmed. I’m so fortunate to have a husband who doesn’t make me work.

Overall, I’m quite pleased with my college experience thus far. Catch me in a couple months and that answer may be different. 😉