Week in the Life | Three

English 202 // 04


S U N D A Y


Inside Starbucks: An ever-changing community of strangers who share tabletops and wifi. 

M O N D A Y 

Mondays Consists Of:
Morning coffees. Going 70 mph in a 60 mph zone. French music. Messy hair + ball caps. 

T U E S D A Y 

I picked up the little book on the table and flipped through its pages. Soft, smooth, and glossy. All the hard work of people’s efforts paid off. Published in a bounded publication. As I flip through to one of the last pages, I recognize a small poem, one that I wrote when I was a different me. My poem got published. I got published. I’m a published poet and I didn’t know it.
I guess there is a first time for everything.

W E D N E S D A Y 

(still kind of in aftershock of yesterday)

T H U R S D A Y 

I think I’m getting sick. I can feel it. It’s making it’s way from the inside, out. Starting down in the crook of my throat and the gut of my stomach. Working it’s way to my legs, neck, shoulders, and my head — sore and fatigued. I need some rest.

F R I D A Y

Somedays I like to sit in my bed and pretend to be a literary sophisticate who lives in Paris and writes for a living. Today was that kind of day. 

S A T U R D A Y

You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. 

Today’s rhythm.

Week in the Life | Two


English 202 // 03
S U N D A Y

I sat, with my la Croix, on the sidewalk in the middle of a big, bustling city. The sunlight sifted its way through the tree leaves and onto the pavement. I greeted people, I said hello, and I worked until work was done.
That was my Sunday…
M O N D A Y 

I just love how the tiniest things people say can make a difference, how they can make someone smile. There were a lot of those little moments for me today. Moments where someone took the liberty to say something, and it made me smile. And just because of that, it made it a good day.
T U E S D A Y 

I woke up to the sunlight slicing through my window and on my white sheets. The light was golden, the mark of an early morning. I put my hand up in the air, filtering it through the dark, the slice of light, and then back into the dark. Light can penetrate through the darkness, but darkness can’t penetrate through the light. 
I think. I wonder. 
Light.
It’s an interesting thing…

W E D N E S D A Y 
Me and my friend.
 We were just two busy bees, 
sitting in a Starbucks 
that smelled like heavenly coffee beans.
 I think this is how 
Wednesday nights are supposed to be.

T H U R S D A Y 

Favorite Smell of the Day:
Tea Steeping and pastries baking.

Addiction of the Day:
Sleep and chocolate.

The Last Thing Googled of the Day:
Weather in Paris.

F R I D A Y
It’s the last day of September. 
I feel like playing Wake Me Up When September Ends on my drive home. 
Dring high school, my best friend used to always call me at 11:59pm on Septemeber 30th,
hoping I’d wake up, then start playing that song through the phone. He’d laugh and I’d laugh. Then we’d fall back asleep, exhausted and thankful for Green Day writing that song.
Unfortunately, I don’t have anyone to do that with me anymore.
But I have good memories.

S A T U R D A Y

Today was a day for:
An early morning. A venti vanilla latte. Forgetting my wallet at home and having to turn around to get it. Drives through heavy traffic. Lots of people, food, and laughs. Surprising my mom and seeing her cry (good tears). And crashing into bed at the end of the day, exhausted but slightly happy this crazy week is over.


Week in the Life | One

English 202 || 02



S U N D A Y


Calm. 
Always a good way to start off a new week. I picked up the first yellow leaf of the almost fall season. With that comes beautiful endings and new beginnings.  

M O N D A Y 

After a long day of school and commuting, I find myself pacing around in my back yard. Trying to come up with ideas. Trying to formulate something, out of nothing, or at least something out of minimal pieces. This, I think, is one thing I’m going to miss when winter comes along, just walking outside to think. 

T U E S D A Y 

Beau, Heureux, Riche, Jeune, Faible, Actif, Grand, Gros, Amusant, Méchant, Mince, Paurve, Petit, Decontracté, Forte, Difficile, Sympa, Sympathique, Triste, Vieux, Laid, Ennuyeux. 
…………
French Adjectives. They’re lovely, aren’t they?

W E D N E S D A Y 

Today was for:
Being up early enough to hear the church bells ring. Listening to French music on the way down to school. Two cups of coffee to cancel out the tiredness. Making progress (slowly). Long conversations with people who come and ask to sit with me. Driving with the windows rolled down. Rough drafts and inky pages. And prayers late into the night.

T H U R S D A Y 

Today was for coffee, writing, new projects, and country drives.
 Oh, and for looking for constellations in the stars at night.

F R I D A Y

Today was for final goodbyes. For tear stained eyes. And for too many cries, out into the night sky.

S A T U R D A Y

Life is hard. You know that? You don’t realize it until it hits you. Until your eyes are red from tiredness. Until your heart aches. Until it gets too overwhelming. Until final goodbyes are made.
 Life is hard.
 Today I realized this. 
But I also know this: It’s not the end.

Something New

English 202 || 01 

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I don’t write on this blog as much as I wish I could. Actually, I don’t write in general as much as I wish I could.  Life happens, plans change, people move or go away, schedules get filled, cars breakdown, friction turns into fire, due dates come way quicker than expected, and in the midst of it all, there is this tugging feeling deep down inside me that begs me to forget all the crazy things that happen, sit down, and write. I don’t normally listen to it. 

I want to change that, though. I want to try something new. Something that might help me balance life and this tug I’m always feeling, and I think I just might know what that something is. 
For the next few months, I’m going to do this thing that I call Week In The Life. Every day for the next 10 weeks or so, I’ll write in my journal about my day and all the crazy things that go on, whether in the form of poems, prose, short stories, lists, or something experimental. At the end of every week (I’ll be aiming for Saturday evenings) I’ll post what I’ve come up with here, to share with you. 
I’m hoping that this will allow me to take what life gives me and also listen to that tugging feeling down inside me and make something beautiful out of both of them. Who knows, it might even be something I continue to do. For right now, though, this is just a way for me to try and balance my life and writing. It will also be counted as part of my grade for the creative writing course I’m taking this semester. Killing two birds with one stone. 

So be on the lookout for the first Week In The Life post that’s coming up on the horizon. I’ll try to make it a good one.