Journal: Stream of Consciousness
January 18, 2008
Pencil spinning, spinning, spinning. I wonder if Ms. Robinson – wait…why does she prefer Ms. over Mrs. If I were her, I’d take Ms. over Mrs. too because it almost seems like Ms. could come without the married-woman stereotypes that Mrs. can bring. Back to what I was saying. I wonder if it bothers her when I spin my writing utensil. I hope not because its almost habit now. It would probably bother her if I dropped the pencil. I hardly ever drop it because I’ve mastered the technique. I’m no Eric Smith or anything, but I can hang. I used Buffalo Soldier as my penname for a blog comment earlier in Mr. Butler’s class. I hope he reads my comment so I can have a chance to show him that I am not as ignorant as my last test grade might have shown. I think I’ll make a trend of it and keep using all Bob Marley songs for my names, but if someone catches on, I’ll start using Alpha Blondie songs.
In this stream of consciousness activity, we were asked to explain how we see the events right now in the present from our point of view. My stream of consciousness sounds very rushed, stressed, and overwhelmed with information. “Is there something we need to talk about?” Hopefully this isn’t an early sign that you hate yourself. Stream of consciousness isn’t difficult at all for me to write. Whether this is a bad thing or not, my thought process on paper would look a lot like stream of consciousness.
