Use your imagination with this scenario: After two years of taking hard core schedules of biology and chemistry courses, your life is uprooted and planted in a different world that you’re used to.
This new world is small; even in its minuscule appearance the products of this world are comparable to the universe our human world resides in. Once I used to squeeze the names of the 20 amino acids (alanine, arginine, asparagine, aspartic acid, cysteine, glutamic, glycine, ...) into my brain much like when I attempt to zip close a stuffed suitcase for winter break by sitting on it. It’s in there, but by the sheer faith in the strength of a series of interlocking metal nibs.
This new world requires me to pull out the silver thread of creativity from my mind’s eye, weave it into a delicate and intricate web of words. That’s the beauty of being an English and Writing major. Life isn’t filled with formulas and unbelievably long words for every component Life is made up of. Life isn’t analytical anymore, nor so rule heavy. Don’t get me wrong, the linguistic world I’ve moved into definitely has its fair share of rules. Such as, how to properly use the semi-colon and knowing the difference and significance between the n-dash (–), the m-dash (—), and a hyphen (-). Yes, they are not the same and are not used interchangeably. In this world, playing with the rules in your favor is encouraged. I can move freely, stretch myself out, and take up the space I need. My fingertips work in conjunction with my mind and soul to fabricate my own unique universe.
Fragments of my old world still cling to me like a child with a long loved blanket. That part of me will never fade to dust; it’s embedded into what makes me, me. I’m along for the ride to discover more worlds I’ll assimilate in.
Hello my dearest readers,
It has been a long time since my last published post, way too long for my liking. I present to you the first of a series of writing pieces I have written in the course of the past four months I've been AWOL.
Fall semester definitely kicked my butt and tested me in ways I never would’ve expected. I dived into the pool head first without any floaters. This past semester I was taking all english and writing classes which I’ve concluded was a very bad idea, at least for me. I was overwhelmed with writing assignments meanwhile my brain was still rewiring itself, thus causing me to be unable to produce my best. This is also why you haven’t seen any activity on TinyBlueBackpack since August. While I’m not at my best in terms of mental health, I see the clouds receding in the sky.
This Fall semester wasn’t a complete dud. I discovered that technical writing, as in magazine feature writing, is not my niche; and that I gravitate towards creative writing.
Next semester I begin the process of creating my own graphic novel by creating the story and further improving my illustration skills. In addition, while I met many crappy people which is expected in Purgatory I have met a group of very special individuals that have joined me in endless memories, that keep me sane, and that are there for me at the drop of a hat.
2016 was an overall rollercoaster from Hell kind of year (more on that in a future post before New Year’s Eve). But, 2017 will be a year of growth, happiness, and adventure. I’m excited to see where we go.
Krizia Isamar Bruno