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Creative Writing (ALL 3 PROMPTS)

(Read Trent Allen’s blog post first, for this is a continuation)

AM:

One year prior

At first it was shocking, but then it became normal. Monday and Friday we’re dating in secrecy, which was the shocking part. Then the normal part became how Friday treated her. How Friday treated every girl. Has been my best friend for years. I hate the way he treated her. He would always stand her up and she just let it happen and always made excuses for him.

“He’s just busy”

“He likes to hang out with his friends”

“He got caught up at work”

Which I knew were lies. I hate that she was always on his side. I used to tell her all the time that he was bad for her. Recently they- sorry, I meant SHE planned another date for the two of them. Guess who was the one who didn’t show up? Friday. Monday comes to me crying her eyes out once again.

“This can’t keep going on like this.” I finally put my foot down. “What are you going to do if this “relationship” keeps going? What are you gonna do? Marry him so he doesn’t leave?”

Present Day

Here I am in a church, consoling my best friend. Because her piece of s***, “husband-to-be” left her at the alter. I never felt so angry and sad in my life. My heart ached for Monday. I wanted to hold onto her and never let go. That’s when I realized. That was the strongest I have ever felt for a person. The strongest I ever felt in my life. I grab her face and look her in her eyes. Those deep brown eyes.

“Monday. I know you don’t and won’t feel the same...but…” My eyes start to swell and I cry small tears. “...I-I love you…” Whispering faintly under the sound of my light sobbing. My cold hands over my face as I try to wipe my tears.

“AM…I...I never knew you felt this way.” Her voice wavers in a mix of confusion and concern. My hands fall from my face.

“I didn’t know either. I kinda just realized now myself.” I laugh and swipe at tears that have lingered. We had a moment of dead silence. You could hear a pin drop. And we just stared at each other, trying to read each other’s thoughts through our eyes. “You know…” Breaking the thick silence. “There’s still a wedding out there…we could...if you’re comfortable, I don’t know how you feel about me...but I’d love if...if we got married. We don’t have to be a couple. I just want to stay by your side forever” My eyes start to well up again. Monday runs around the room looking for tissues. But I knew she was just killing time to think of an answer. She hands me tissues and stops pacing.

“Yes” She said quietly as she turn towards me. My eyes open in disbelieve.

“A-are you serious?” She nods. “You’ve never been this spontaneous, except you saying “yes” to Friday” I hop up and face her. “So this is really happening?” Excitement floods my body

“Yes. It’s really happening. I can’t think of anyone who would deserve this more than you. But what about your dress, it’s a bridesmaid dress” She looks at the dress she chose.

“There’s no time for formalities. We have a wedding to be the queens of and guests who need answers.” I tell her as I grab her hand and run back to the alter.

People turn and gasp and stare in confusing, as we laugh and run up to the alter. Hand in hand with Monday. The minister looks in shock.

“We’re ready” Are the only words I say as the wedding continues.

Friday:

“Finally. It feels so nice to just get to hang out with my boy” PM slaps m back in a friendly way.

“Y-Yeah” I agree while swallowing a lump in my throat. From all the times I stood up Monday, I have never felt worse than this. My hands are clammy, my throat is dry, and I have an urge to know what her reaction was. Was she angry? Did she cry? Did she expect this? My nervous energy took hold, which was apparent by the way my leg was shaking, and how jittery my hands were.

“Whoa. Calm down buddy. It’s a club not a coffee shop, no need for the black coffee jitters. You can relax and just sip your beer.” PM laughs at me while he pours and passes me a shot. “Maybe this will help.”

“I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life.” I say in what seemed to be a trance. “I was about to get married.”

“Nah. Don’t worry about it dude. She was dead weight anyways. You could always hook up with some rad chick like Tuesday” She causally states. I stood up somber. I raise one fist and punch him in the jaw. The people around us were shocked and scared.

“She was the best thing that could have happened to me. Show the only one that cares about me.” Yelling at him with tearing eyes.

He slowly finds his way up. “If that was true why’d you treat her like s***” He smiles like he has verbally cornered me. Which he has, he was right. I didn’t treat her like the queen she was. She was the best person in my life that wanted me to succeed. “I have to go back” I tell myself and I dash out of the club and run back to the chapel.

After a very long run back, I slam the door open and yell “Please take me back. I’m sorry.” I am met with about ninety pairs of eyes and Monday and AM holding hands at the alter.

“W-what? Why?”

Tuesday:

Friday asked what we were all thinking. Why was this happening? Everyone stares at Friday.

“Well this isn’t awkward” Thursday leaned down to whisper to me.

“This is more awkward than asking if Sunday is a stoner.” I whisper back while looking at Sunday. They seemed to be just looking at the ceiling. So I think I finally got my answer.

“You!” Friday yelled. “You never liked me! You just wanted her for yourself!” All eyes turned to AM.

“I love her more than you ever did, and I will care for her more than you ever will!” AM yelled back while stepping in front of Monday. I stand to try to calm both parties.

“It’s okay you two. Friday we know you care at least a bit because you came back for her. And AM was wanting enough to marry her, you too Friday. You both care and love her.”

“I care a lot for Monday” Friday snappily responds.

“You clearly don't, because if you did you wouldn’t have left in the first place. You wouldn’t have treated her like trash.” AM defends her side and Monday’s.

“Stop you two…” I bud in. “Yes, you both care and love Monday. But this is her life as well. She needs to make a choice too.”

Monday looks at me with deep concern. It seemed like she didn’t want to make the choice.

“Please Monday.” AM kneels down on one knee. “Marry me, we have been together since day one. We will never leave each other side’s. We will grown old and still love each other.” She takes and holds Monday’s right hand.

“Choose me Monday.” Friday comes to kneel down in front of Monday as well. “I know that I treated you badly before, but I really do love you. You believe in me and make me want to change. We can accomplish goals together. We will be together more. I promise.” He takes the other hand to hold.

“Well this is a s***show” I elbow Thursday for his comment.

Monday looks at the hands holding hers.

“I-I-I choose..”

And our story ends here...

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Research Project Idea

So recently I have an upcoming research project due on the last day of class. The research project is any topic of the student’s choosing and that they are passionate about. I personally want to continue the research of the Transgender Bathroom Problem, and it is personally a topic that I am passionate about. That is most important and relevant issue topic to me.

This topic interests me because most of my closest friends and I are part of the LGBTQIA+ community. Majority of them are transgender. One of my best friends are transgender and he personally struggles with the transition from female to male. One thing he especially struggles with is deciding on with bathroom to go to. He fears of being bullied, abused, or worse, possibly killed. He worries on the area and the cities he’s in and is very cautious.

For a senior thesis project, I have already touched into this topic, but I would like to dive head into this topic, especially with this topic. I wanted to be very structured and organized. Which means my outline will be very detailed because I want everyone who reads it to understand everything I will be covering. The beginning will be defining the broad topic, the LGBTQIA+ community. I will define gender and sexuality from other peoples’ learned perspective. I will then delve into the definition of transgender people and the terms used around the transgender community that will be important to the paper. Then I will state the problem at hand: Why is it that transgender people aren’t allowed to use the bathroom with the gender they identify with? Then define some laws, restrictions, and some court cases about the topic. Then I will propose a solution.

I will be mainly looking for sources about the certain laws and court cases. Also I will be looking for newspaper articles and online articles. Those will be the most useful because it will be first person accounts and actual written laws and rules. These will be the most useful sources.

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My Ethos

Dear Professor Rice,

What do I want my ethos to be? Personally I love a mysterious, rule-breaker, rebellious teen character, but I can’t see myself slipping into that role. I want to be trustworthy, honest, kind, caring, and respectful. I’m not saying the two can’t clash, but image can change reputations. Coming to college I wanted to change my character a bit. I want to become more outgoing and fun. I want to be more social and less introverted. To preserve that I have to let go of fears that I’m constantly embarrassing myself. Also I had to lower (somehow) my amount of self-consciousness. I still have the occasional moment here and there, but it is better than it was when I was in high school.

I want people to see me as someone who can have fun and can hang out all the time. I want people to include me and make me feel welcome, and I them. I want to be the person that someone would look at and say that’s someone I want to be friends with. And when they get to know me, I want them to think that I am a good person. I want to have all of the traits and characteristics of a good person. I want them to see that I am loyal, honest, fun, funny, and intelligent.

To maintain that ethos I would have to lower my self-consciousness and be less selfish. I would need to develop a “Do not care about what people say about me” attitude. I would also need to stop worrying about the past and to let go, that would be beneficial for myself and others.

Personally other people and celebrities fashion how I am. I look after other people and their body types and automatically makes me self-conscious. I also used to look at popular kids in high school and wondering what I was doing wrong. They were fun had rebellious traits, did what they want, partied all the time, and had lots of friends. Culturally and stereotypically people in college have to look more attractive than they did in high school, which I feel like it didn’t happen. Now being in college people expect students to be mature and grown up. I feel like I have to be more responsible now, so I am looking out for myself now. Especially now with new fashion trends I feel like I have to lose weight and be more fashionable and beautiful.

For my ethos, which is a freshman in college, most people believe that I am either going to have so much fun partying and going to fail and mess up or to be so boring and a stick in the mud and make it all the way in 4 years. Two stereotypical characters come from that. Either that I am a rebel who cuts class, drinks, smokes, parties every night and gets drunk all the time. Or that I am a super intelligent and studies 24/7, and doesn”t have any friends because the only goal is to study. Personally I and just a kid who wants to sleep all the time, goes to all my class, hang out with friends when I can, does my homework, and is to anxious to go to parties if I was ever invited. For that I think people might think I’m a nerd but honestly I just want to watch Netflix with friends.

Shanice Morgan-Rios

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Introducing Me

Dear Professor Rice, My name is Shanice Morgan-Rios. I am excluding my middle names because this is the internet and the internet can be dangerous. Anyhow I am 18 years old. I was born in Seattle, Washington. I was born June 8th, 1999. As you may remember my mom is mute and deaf and my dad is mute, deaf, and blind. I learned American Sign Language growing up as a kid. In November of 2011, my mom decided to move to Washington, DC. I was 12 at the time and not happy about the move. When I got to Washington, DC everything changed. I started to not like school. I didn’t like any of the subjects. I especially hated reading and writing. I usually only read and wrote when I had to, and not even especially then too. I usually just didn’t read or did my writing last minute, and my last minute work was pretty decent. My hobbies and favorite things to do were usually music, drawing, embroidery, and playing with my kitten, Titan. I also love watching TV shows opposed to movies. I love watching Netflix and my favorite shows are: The Walking Dead, Fear The Walking Dead, Voltron Legendary Defenders, Flash, Riverdale, FRIENDS, Sherlock, Doctor Who, etc. I LOVE TV SHOWS. Even though I don’t watch them that often, there are a couple of movies that I like: Moana, Lilo & Stitch, Fantanstic Beasts and Where to Find Them, etc. As for my music, bands like Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, and Twenty One Pilots are my part of my top Ten. I like most music and currently obessed with Trap remixes. I’m mostly listening to Sia now. Most of the writing I did in high school consisted of poetry and projects I had to do. So hopefully this semester you’ll give me assignments that will push me out of my comfort zone. I hope we have a great semester together. Shanice Morgan-Rios