I have some work to do before I'm accepted into grad school, and with the last correspondence... I'm not that confident. I have to write an essay illustrating my penchant for original thought. I should ahve been working on that all day today, but I can't find my copy of my book. My mom won't help me look for it. I can't look for it myself because I'm on crutches. And my brain is telling me "write write write!".
So the moment I find my copy of the Secret Garden, I'll be searching it for something to create a spark. Writing notes and outlines, and preparing to write 1500 words. 5 pages. That's not much. That's easy. But I need my text and I'm particular put out about it right now. My feeling of helplessness last week was replaced with a task- this essay and my "additional qualifications". But now I have a task, I can't start, because I am so physically helpless.
My thoughts now are based around the themes of displacement, which I propose as part of my graduate school studies. The trauma of displacement is ameliorated by shared imagination. I will also address how this text was published for adults, but has since become a child's novel.
ok. there's my brain starting to work. Let's see if I can get a draft done by Monday.
