I feel like this month I will be stealing time to write this blog. For instance, right now I am stealing time from the two exams I need to study for. I have "an engagement"* at 7:30. It is exactly 6:35. Perfect time for blogging. I don't feel bad for taking away studying time because** I probably wouldn't have gotten much done anyway***.
I am really trying to figure out what I want this blog to be. Normally, I just ramble about anything because I know only a handful of my close friends read it and don't really need to be entertained. But I feel like BEDA calls for something more official. I feel like I should be a proper blogger, if only for a few weeks.
Ultimately, however, the real reason this blog is in existence is to stretch out my writing fingers and practice, develop my voice and learn how to create cohesive narratives. And so I am going to indulge the writing student in me and keep this month's blogs about my daily activities but hopefully I will be able to construct a narrative style for posts instead of a rambling mess.****
Chocolate Bunny
I just ate the ears off my chocolate bunny. It was delicious. My mother doesn't mess around with those deceptive hollow chocolate bunnies. She goes for the real deal. Solid chocolate.
We all have our own strategy for optimum enjoyment of our chocolate bunnies. My father takes a knife and shaves off flakes of chocolate. My brother just chomps down. I take a more calculated approach. I carefully cut the bunny into manageable chunks. The ears. The head. The neck. The torso. The butt. The feet. I eat one piece a day and extend the enjoyment for days.
Today, I volunteered in the afternoon at a local elementary school. The students come from the inner-city, mainly low-income families. Every Tuesday I help with the after school program, an enrichment program called Say Yes (to Education) that provides an extra push for students in districts with high drop-out rates. The idea is to target the young children and follow them through high school to encourage not just graduation but enrollement in college.
I sat in a circle with the seven second graders assigned my music class. Before the teacher and I started the day's lesson we asked each student to tell us about their weekend. It was Sharing Time, time to share and time to listen.
"I went to my Grandma's house. Then, I went to the hospital to see my sister's baby. She's 18 and she wants to call him Jadeson but I don't want to call him that. Then, we went back to my Grandma's house but she didn't let us have any candy," said Kiandra.
"You didn't get any candy for Easter? Not even a chocolate bunny?" I asked.
"No. My Grandma didn't make us Easter baskets. We got to play in the pool, though. And I got cake. And my brother, he found an egg in the Easter egg hunt and it had twenty bucks in it! All of my eggs just had stickers in them. Look, here's the stickers I got." She held up her book Pinkalicious, which I knew to be her favorite. She had added a border of stickers along the top.
I complimented her stickers with as much enthusiasm I could muster but it was difficult. Is there anything sadder than an 8 year old girl deprived of a chocolate bunny on Easter?
*I AM A TOOL
**Worthless excuse alert
***Who the fuck am I kidding? An hour of studying is an hour of studying. I am just lazy.
****Before I start, just a few rambling updates on my life: I signed up for an apartment for next semester, I am organizing a charity book drive this summer, and I ordered 5 books online today [John Green's newest (Will Grayson, Will Grayson with David Levithan), the first three Jessica Darling books (per recommendations from my best friend as well as the wonderful Hayley G. Hoover), and a cute book I stumbled across randomly (Twenty Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler, I read an excerpt and the first two chapters are beautifully written so I have high hopes).
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