A Rebel Yell
High school taught me to place my thesis sentences at the end of the introduction paragraph. Apparently this is because when writing an essay, one should wish to inform his or her reader of various small, but important details before grabbing the reader's attention.
I think college is teaching me to put it wherever the hell works the best. To say what formal "section" of this writing my thesis sentence exists in is difficult though because my style of writing consists of many two to three-sentence paragraphs because I refuse to be practical and be satisfied with separating my thoughts with a mere period as most successful writing people do. To me, every thought is wonderful and unique in it's own way and must have it's own space to be properly appreciated. Okay... that came across as more romantic than I intended it to. I am not in love with my thoughts.
Okay. Anyway.
I'm about to type out my thesis sentence for this blog entitled, "A Rebel Yell."
I hope you are paying attention, and if you're not, I hope it grabs your attention. Because I think this is where the "wherever the hell works best" place is in this blog.
Summer,
Oh, This summer,
Has been full of
Disappointments.
My dad told me the other day, and I'm surprised I didn't gather this from all of the songs in which the singer joyfully sings or mournfully wails, "I am my own worst enemy!" but he told me the other day, that people are best at lying to themselves. Better at lying to themselves than they would ever imagine themselves being at lying to other people.
These are among the things I told myself I would be spending my time with this summer:
"Friends!"
"Family!"
"Cooking!"
"Writing blogs for self and Trinity!"
"Work in a restaurant!"
"Guitar!"
"God!"
"Exercise!"
"Not video games!"
I included the exclamation marks because, you know, I was so happy and excited at the prospect of an un-busy summer in which I could spend plenty of time developing the aspects of me which I didn't have much time to develop.
But I forgot where un-business used to leave me. Remember when I included "Not video games!" into my list of things I would be spending my time with? Well that one item on the list was the one exception to the exclamation rule in that it is meant to be said with a sort of sarcastic enthusiasm. As in, that's what I ended up not doing. Not not spending time with video games.
Summer,
Oh, This summer,
Has been full of
Disappointments.
From now on, whenever I enter my room with the thought of playing video games, I will only grant the computer screen enough attention to yell at it. Not with words, mind you, because I want my family to retain at least a little respect for me, but with noises.
Like
"AGHHHH!"
and
"WAAAAAAAH!"
and
"GARRRR!"
etcetera.
Television, video games, movies, for the most part, are only a good way to turn your mind off. And during a time when my mind is expected to not only be on, but also absorbing information, I think that, yes I do think that, OH I SO THINK THAT... I should not turn it off.
