I'm so grateful that I was able to participate in the Creative Adventures blog. As a writer I seek new experiences that inspire a drive to create. Adventures are perfect for this, but sometimes we need the comfort of a group and the pressure of a deadline to pursue one.
Although the prospect of giving away free hugs, writing a love song, and dressing tacky seem simple enough, with all three I felt my stomach fill with butterflies. It's not just these challenges though, in many situations I find that I respond to fear by flying away to the next place of comfort. But sometimes the steady rush of a beating heart can fill you with excitement. Imagine a girl with a hundred yellow butterflies glowing through her stomach. She is ready to take off, she has the potential--will she seize the day? I completed all three challenges, because creativity is approachable. Nothing and no one can stop me from expressing myself and creating my life but myself.
The free hugs challenge was a great way for me to communicate with the people I see every day on campus. Our student body is overwhelming, and as a transfer, out-of-state student, it was easy for me to get caught up in the routine paths to and from classes without thinking about the hundreds of anonymous faces I passed along the way. But I've left that autopilot mindset behind and will now walk through campus, downtown, even the supermarket engaged and aware of the space I share with people, some of whom may be in need of a hug.
Writing a love song was nerve wracking at first, but how could I not perform and write a song when I was faced with the challenge and had the equipment? The day after I posted my love song was my birthday, and as creations tend to be, the song was like a gift to myself. Hopefully, I won't need a challenge next time I want to write a song. Lyrics are lovely words strung together with sound, and I could definitely write more. I've tried to listen more carefully for melodies since then, and I've discovered that there are so many sounds and rhythms of the day.
Tacky day was fun and a tactful way of standing out. It made me realize the potential in every article of clothing. As of now I know I own too too too many clothes and plan of giving some away, selling some, and altering others. All in all it's not what you wear, but how you wear it.
I'm excited to finish up this school semester, but it's always sad to say goodbye to a project. Of course this won't mean an end to the adventures, and I have a few in mind. I recently disassemble my bed and put my mattress on the floor. Much more comfortable I must say, but I'm left with 5 long panels of wood in my possession. I think I might use them to put together a room divider to place over my doorway. This summer I'm also heading beginning an internship with this great alternative medicine website, and beginning volunteer DJ shifts at my school's radio station. I also have two guitars, a ukulele, and a tambourine. Songwriting will continue and hopefully flourish over summer break.
At the end of this Creative Adventure blog the real question is: What is your next adventure?
The DDD
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Adventurer 1 Signing Off
Well, it's been an interesting few weeks, and what started out as a list of stunts turned into something deep. I learned something from each challenge, but I have my favorites, and my favorites aren't at all what I expected.
The love song challenge takes the number one slot for me. I had it pegged for last place. I love creative writing and, in fact, it is my major as I'm sure I've mentioned somewhere on this blog. My song turned into the laments of characters for me. Seriously I thought about the "plot" of International Lullaby for days after I posted it. What I learned from the challenge is a new way to get the creative juices flowing. I haven't penned another song yet, but I plan on it.
In second place is The Free Hugs Challenge, which is right where I figured it would be. I'm not shy. I used to be, but life taught me (is teaching me) that it's productive to start up a conversation or voice an opinion. In fact, in the real working world, of which I've been a part of and am a part of (I'm a returning student), it's something everyone had better get comfortable with. This challenge solidified my opinion of myself as not being a wallflower when a situation calls for a leader. What I learned, though, is that I can use my personality to uplift others, and that people enjoy, really enjoy, kindness from strangers. Helping someone isn't always about giving financial aid. Anyone has the power to help if help can come in the form of something as simple as a hug.
And finallly, the challenge I thought would be my favorite...Tacky Day. The lesson was profound and I had a great time putting my outfit together. I was impressed with the level of respect people have for each other, though dissapointed that it didn't lead to any conversations. But would it have been better if people behaved badly? I thought so, but on rethink, no it wouldn't have. Why set out to lose faith in the human spirit? It worked out just the way it should have.
On my Tacky Day, I went to visit my dad in the big four-hour gap between classes on Tuesdays. About an hour after arriving, I couldn't help myself and I asked him what he thought about my outfit. He said he hadn't noticed it, then upon inspection, said it was cute. What he was seeing was the person inside that getup. The person who he used to stand on top of his feet and dance around. The person who was visiting because he wasn't feeling well.
We should all be so lucky as to experience a world seeing us for the people we are and not for the made-to-impress junk that we wear.
It's been real, folks, and a wonderful experience. Keep daring to be different, and remember, the comfort zone is not your friend.
See you in blogland.
Adventurer 1
The love song challenge takes the number one slot for me. I had it pegged for last place. I love creative writing and, in fact, it is my major as I'm sure I've mentioned somewhere on this blog. My song turned into the laments of characters for me. Seriously I thought about the "plot" of International Lullaby for days after I posted it. What I learned from the challenge is a new way to get the creative juices flowing. I haven't penned another song yet, but I plan on it.
In second place is The Free Hugs Challenge, which is right where I figured it would be. I'm not shy. I used to be, but life taught me (is teaching me) that it's productive to start up a conversation or voice an opinion. In fact, in the real working world, of which I've been a part of and am a part of (I'm a returning student), it's something everyone had better get comfortable with. This challenge solidified my opinion of myself as not being a wallflower when a situation calls for a leader. What I learned, though, is that I can use my personality to uplift others, and that people enjoy, really enjoy, kindness from strangers. Helping someone isn't always about giving financial aid. Anyone has the power to help if help can come in the form of something as simple as a hug.
And finallly, the challenge I thought would be my favorite...Tacky Day. The lesson was profound and I had a great time putting my outfit together. I was impressed with the level of respect people have for each other, though dissapointed that it didn't lead to any conversations. But would it have been better if people behaved badly? I thought so, but on rethink, no it wouldn't have. Why set out to lose faith in the human spirit? It worked out just the way it should have.
On my Tacky Day, I went to visit my dad in the big four-hour gap between classes on Tuesdays. About an hour after arriving, I couldn't help myself and I asked him what he thought about my outfit. He said he hadn't noticed it, then upon inspection, said it was cute. What he was seeing was the person inside that getup. The person who he used to stand on top of his feet and dance around. The person who was visiting because he wasn't feeling well.
We should all be so lucky as to experience a world seeing us for the people we are and not for the made-to-impress junk that we wear.
It's been real, folks, and a wonderful experience. Keep daring to be different, and remember, the comfort zone is not your friend.
See you in blogland.
Adventurer 1
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Reflection
These last three weeks have been fun. I learned a lot about myself. I learned I can wear any outfit and still feel comfortable. I learned I can write a song. Basically, when put to the test, I can do pretty much anything I try. I think I just get lazy at times and I don’t do things because of that reason, but no more, I believe the most challenging things are the most worth it.
My favorite challenge was the love song challenge. I had the most fun coming up with the story for my song. I’m a novel writer, so it challenged my skills in a completely different aspect of writing. I have a new-found respect for song writers. It is one thing to write a poem, but a song is spoken. It has to sound good when read and sung, so certain sound devices have to be considered. I had the most fun coming up with the story for my song.
My least favorite challenge was the tacky day, just because it was hard to find something to wear that was actually tacky. Just a theory, but I think subconsciously I tried to match. When I was a kid, I couldn’t match for the life of me. But eventually, I trained my brain to recognize what matches and what doesn’t. Just a theory though.
The challenges I had the most trouble with were tacky day and free hug day. I’m a shy person when it comes to strangers. Free Hug Day really put me out there and into the spotlight, so much so, I wasn’t use to all of the attention.
Overall, it was a great three weeks! :)
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Wrap up and Reflection
The third and final challenge week has come and gone. The group originally planned to do three weeks, and each member has succeeded in all of the challenges. Since this is the end, we will now do a week of reflections concerning what we each learned through these three weeks and how this challenge blog changed us.
Feel free to elaborate on which was your favorite challenge, your least favorite, and the one you had the most trouble with. Anything you feel readers need to know, Group, is what we need to know!
Feel free to elaborate on which was your favorite challenge, your least favorite, and the one you had the most trouble with. Anything you feel readers need to know, Group, is what we need to know!
Tacky Day!
I did the challenge on Tuesday, and I found it was pretty hard to try to dress tacky. I tried to put on colors that would not go, but somehow, it still looked good. Even my hair in two little buns on the sides of my head looked cute, which I've always found to be tacky. The only things that were actually tacky were my cuffed pants, knee-high monkey socks, and sandals.
When walking around campus, no one said anything to me. A few people just stared briefly. In my classes, a few of my classmates asked about my wardrobe, but most didn't even notice. I guess in college, people are used to others wearing outrageous clothing.
This challenge also did a lot for my confidence. I knew I was in ridiculous clothing, but I didn't care. I smiled at the stares. I definitely rocked it.
I probably won't do Tacky Day again, but then again, all of the stuff I pulled out was cute. So maybe I will one of these days.
When walking around campus, no one said anything to me. A few people just stared briefly. In my classes, a few of my classmates asked about my wardrobe, but most didn't even notice. I guess in college, people are used to others wearing outrageous clothing.
This challenge also did a lot for my confidence. I knew I was in ridiculous clothing, but I didn't care. I smiled at the stares. I definitely rocked it.
I probably won't do Tacky Day again, but then again, all of the stuff I pulled out was cute. So maybe I will one of these days.
"Is it pajama day?"
As a way to explore the phenomenon known as "wearing pajamas to class," which I have always found a bit tacky, I decided to wear the worse combination of sleeping clothes I owned.
My pants were hot pink fleece with a Hello Kitty print; my shirt a yellow tanktop with assorted small print; my jacket a cropped gray heart-embroidered creature; and my shoes overly large leopard print boot slippers.
Walking to class was probably the hardest part. I passed so many people, including a little girl who looked enthusiastic to see Hello Kitty. Many were businessmen with scowls on their face, but I decided that if I was to wear anything, I would do it in confidence.
Arriving in class, I found that I was more comfortable than normal. Many people laughed and said my pajamas were cute or that I looked comfortable, and I assured them that I was. No one was outright rude to me or even ridiculed my strange clothes, something that I hypothesized was a social convention not to openly insult someone who dresses ridiculous--at least to their face. While I cannot vouch for what was said in secret, I was met only with openness and excitement.
Would I wear my pajamas to class again? Well, no. Not unless I was running really late in the morning. But I did find that acting confident even in strange clothes gives you an air of normalcy. Wear anything with your chin up, and no one will bother you.
My pants were hot pink fleece with a Hello Kitty print; my shirt a yellow tanktop with assorted small print; my jacket a cropped gray heart-embroidered creature; and my shoes overly large leopard print boot slippers.
Walking to class was probably the hardest part. I passed so many people, including a little girl who looked enthusiastic to see Hello Kitty. Many were businessmen with scowls on their face, but I decided that if I was to wear anything, I would do it in confidence.
Arriving in class, I found that I was more comfortable than normal. Many people laughed and said my pajamas were cute or that I looked comfortable, and I assured them that I was. No one was outright rude to me or even ridiculed my strange clothes, something that I hypothesized was a social convention not to openly insult someone who dresses ridiculous--at least to their face. While I cannot vouch for what was said in secret, I was met only with openness and excitement.
Would I wear my pajamas to class again? Well, no. Not unless I was running really late in the morning. But I did find that acting confident even in strange clothes gives you an air of normalcy. Wear anything with your chin up, and no one will bother you.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Tacky is the New Cute
Tacky day sprung up on me this week. It’s my birthday weekend and as such, a time to look cute! Before I knew it the week was coming to an end so I had to squeeze in the tackiness for Thursday. I anticipated this challenge to be the most difficult for me as I usually dress the way I feel. Sometimes not doing so can throw my day off balance.
I rummaged through purple bins of clothes and picked out an aqua blue shirt with the kanji symbol for serenity printed in black. I thought of this shirt immediately when I heard of the challenge; a perfect excuse to wear a shirt I love, but always thought was more appropriate for …sleep attire or sick days. Matched together with a black and white striped skirt the tackiness was increasing. This skirt is also one of my favorite pieces, but I would have never thought of putting the two together if tacky hadn’t been on my mind. I slipped on some coffee colored penny loafers and went outside to check out the weather. The morning was a bit chilly so I picked out my favorite fuchsia knit hoodie, and a glittery fuchsia and turquoise scarf for pizzazz. “Matching is tacky,” I heard the high school fashionista in me cry. And with that I believed my outfit was tacky approved. On to face the public.
In deciding what to wear, I thought about what tacky really meant. I don’t believe it means feeling uncomfortable about what you’re wearing. But was I tacky enough? I actually liked what I was wearing. It’s definitely something I wouldn’t have worn normally. It was, however, colorful and different and I liked it! Not your t-shirt and jeans kind of outfit. As I walked to my car, the trees seemed to look at me funny. Inside my house, sure it was fun to place dress up, but with the world in the background it became something else. My bold colors were striking, but throughout the day I didn’t notice any strange glances. I had a meeting with my advisor and she said I looked cute. I had my computer with me, which is also fuchsia. I guess if my outfit matches my computer, tackiness is truly accomplished.
The outfit and I drove 5 hours to Kentucky where I picked up my friend who was going to ride back with me to celebrate my birthday in Atlanta. I had a birthday dinner with my parents who didn’t say anything about what I was wearing. They were only happy to see me. I guess this proves that you can wear anything this day and age. I am happy with my tack experience. If I ever get bored with neutral colors, I’ll keep tacky day in mind. I’m sure come up with something ridiculously awesome.
The DDD
I rummaged through purple bins of clothes and picked out an aqua blue shirt with the kanji symbol for serenity printed in black. I thought of this shirt immediately when I heard of the challenge; a perfect excuse to wear a shirt I love, but always thought was more appropriate for …sleep attire or sick days. Matched together with a black and white striped skirt the tackiness was increasing. This skirt is also one of my favorite pieces, but I would have never thought of putting the two together if tacky hadn’t been on my mind. I slipped on some coffee colored penny loafers and went outside to check out the weather. The morning was a bit chilly so I picked out my favorite fuchsia knit hoodie, and a glittery fuchsia and turquoise scarf for pizzazz. “Matching is tacky,” I heard the high school fashionista in me cry. And with that I believed my outfit was tacky approved. On to face the public.
In deciding what to wear, I thought about what tacky really meant. I don’t believe it means feeling uncomfortable about what you’re wearing. But was I tacky enough? I actually liked what I was wearing. It’s definitely something I wouldn’t have worn normally. It was, however, colorful and different and I liked it! Not your t-shirt and jeans kind of outfit. As I walked to my car, the trees seemed to look at me funny. Inside my house, sure it was fun to place dress up, but with the world in the background it became something else. My bold colors were striking, but throughout the day I didn’t notice any strange glances. I had a meeting with my advisor and she said I looked cute. I had my computer with me, which is also fuchsia. I guess if my outfit matches my computer, tackiness is truly accomplished.
The outfit and I drove 5 hours to Kentucky where I picked up my friend who was going to ride back with me to celebrate my birthday in Atlanta. I had a birthday dinner with my parents who didn’t say anything about what I was wearing. They were only happy to see me. I guess this proves that you can wear anything this day and age. I am happy with my tack experience. If I ever get bored with neutral colors, I’ll keep tacky day in mind. I’m sure come up with something ridiculously awesome.
The DDD
Friday, April 8, 2011
The Tacky Show
The Outfit: A dark blue shirt with red collar and red horizontal stripes from my first job working in fast food. A pair of light grey pants with thin dark grey vertical stripes, a "Hammer-Time" low hanging crotch, and elastic waist. A yellow scarf was knotted around my neck. A pair a black tennis shoes with high reaching white socks completed the look. Oh yeah and a short sleeved wool, belted, grey shawl thingie. The shawl, when paired with a respectable outfit, really isn't that bad.
On my way to class, I stopped by the Shell gas station to get the second half of my breakfast, a diet soda with caffeine. I walked in with a cheery "hello", grabbed my soda and went to pay for it. The clerk didn't seem fazed. I don't know if it was a statement about his typical clientele, but I decided to try for a reaction. I said, "I hope I can beat that traffic and get to my interview on time."
At that his eyebrows went up and he said, "Go for it."
On the expressway I realized my pants were made of some horrible itchy fabric and I began twitching in my seat. In the parking deck at school, I gave my legs a good going over before leaving the car. Can't scratch like that in front of people.
I decided, after careful consideration, that my persona for tacky day was Diva. I went into the restroom and stood in front of the mirror fluffing my Afro, twisting this way and that and grinning with approval. As women came to the sinks, I began to fuss with my lipstick choices before making a poor color choice and applying it.
What I noticed right off the bat is that with a high held head, a confident glint in the eye, and a strut, no one says anything. No one laughs.
I went to my usual seat in the theater-styled classroom. Front row. I looked as many people in the face as I could, with my chin tilted two inches higher than normal, without missing a step and hurtling toward the professor's desk. Not one smirk. So, I took my seat. I checked myself to be absolutely sure I was tacky, and indeed I was a hot mess.
After that class, it was off to Russian where my classmates chatted with me with not a second glance at my getup.
Here's something else, I myself couldn't have cared less about my outfit. I was neither embarrassed or apologetic. I was me. I didn't know what to make of that. Is it a sign of conceit? Self confidence? Or maybe our outfits matter less than we think, even to ourselves.
It got me to thinking about the lack of reactions. I wanted to be laughed at, questioned, and ridiculed. Didn't happen. I was, for the majority of the day, on a college campus where self-expression runs amok. But I think it's more than that. I think that it has little to do with a confident air and more to do with the fact that most of us are the stars of our own show. And when everyone is the star, there is no audience. What am I saying here? I'm not entirely sure, but I know that fewer people tune in to our show than we all think...
The next day I went to the mailbox with my sweeping broom in hand, a pink fluffy housecoat, and unshaped hair. This better not become a habit.
On my way to class, I stopped by the Shell gas station to get the second half of my breakfast, a diet soda with caffeine. I walked in with a cheery "hello", grabbed my soda and went to pay for it. The clerk didn't seem fazed. I don't know if it was a statement about his typical clientele, but I decided to try for a reaction. I said, "I hope I can beat that traffic and get to my interview on time."
At that his eyebrows went up and he said, "Go for it."
On the expressway I realized my pants were made of some horrible itchy fabric and I began twitching in my seat. In the parking deck at school, I gave my legs a good going over before leaving the car. Can't scratch like that in front of people.
I decided, after careful consideration, that my persona for tacky day was Diva. I went into the restroom and stood in front of the mirror fluffing my Afro, twisting this way and that and grinning with approval. As women came to the sinks, I began to fuss with my lipstick choices before making a poor color choice and applying it.
What I noticed right off the bat is that with a high held head, a confident glint in the eye, and a strut, no one says anything. No one laughs.
I went to my usual seat in the theater-styled classroom. Front row. I looked as many people in the face as I could, with my chin tilted two inches higher than normal, without missing a step and hurtling toward the professor's desk. Not one smirk. So, I took my seat. I checked myself to be absolutely sure I was tacky, and indeed I was a hot mess.
After that class, it was off to Russian where my classmates chatted with me with not a second glance at my getup.
Here's something else, I myself couldn't have cared less about my outfit. I was neither embarrassed or apologetic. I was me. I didn't know what to make of that. Is it a sign of conceit? Self confidence? Or maybe our outfits matter less than we think, even to ourselves.
It got me to thinking about the lack of reactions. I wanted to be laughed at, questioned, and ridiculed. Didn't happen. I was, for the majority of the day, on a college campus where self-expression runs amok. But I think it's more than that. I think that it has little to do with a confident air and more to do with the fact that most of us are the stars of our own show. And when everyone is the star, there is no audience. What am I saying here? I'm not entirely sure, but I know that fewer people tune in to our show than we all think...
The next day I went to the mailbox with my sweeping broom in hand, a pink fluffy housecoat, and unshaped hair. This better not become a habit.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Challenge #3
Congratulations on everyone who completed Challenge #2, the love song! I'm really impressed by the quality of submissions!
Now, Challenge #3. This will be the most challenging in the group, and it is our last challenge for the three week span. In this challenge, each group member will dress in a tacky way and attend class. They will then report how it felt to dress awkwardly and be the center of either positive or negative attention. Bonus points for those who don't tell the class what they're doing so that everyone just thinks they're awkwardly dressed because they want to be!
Now, Challenge #3. This will be the most challenging in the group, and it is our last challenge for the three week span. In this challenge, each group member will dress in a tacky way and attend class. They will then report how it felt to dress awkwardly and be the center of either positive or negative attention. Bonus points for those who don't tell the class what they're doing so that everyone just thinks they're awkwardly dressed because they want to be!
"ididnt know lovely 2"
had to write a love song
does this sound like love?
yeah i'm talking to you
and there's always a “you”
in a love song
could it be that you carried me at a frequency
higher than the trees
so high i couldn’t see
how to right a love song
when i love wrong
and it’s all about you
but i think about me
in a love song
could it be you won’t carry me
at a frequency
riding with the leaves
so high i can’t see
could it be you that carried me
and there's always a you
but it all about me
so high i can’t see
and does that
does that sound like love?
(repeat)
Finally finished this challenge and wrote my first original song. I play music, I like to sing, and I'm a student of Poetry, but I've always felt intimidated by songwriting. It was difficult in the beginning to merge the sound with words. Lyrics are my favorite though, close to poetry but more spare and mysterious. They can be cliché and repetitive because the sound carries the phrase. They also don't have to make any sense, and yet together with the sound, the song can make perfect sense. Anyway, :"> I recorded a million times trying to get it right, but I had to stop that. It’s Sunday already and no time to mull over perfection. I'll definitely keep working on lyrics and songwriting. Music's too stimulating to ignore.
Next time with feeling,
The DDD
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Love In A Mist
Love In A Mist
You are my dream
You are my world
The mist moves in
You faded away
When I needed you
You were not here
Who do I blame?
Doubt haunts me
Like a veil of mist
(Chorus)
The flower
Oh, how pretty blue
Your thorns ward me off
But I see past it
Love in a mist
After the mist clears
I see you standing
You tell me its okay
Why did I doubt you?
You are still my world
(Chorus)
Like a star in the sky
You are always there
No matter what
(Chorus)
Love in a mist
Love in a mist
Love in a mist
Love in a mist
I liked this challenge. I used to write poetry back in the day, so this reminded me of those days. The song is the story of a girl and boy in love, but one doubts the other's love. The girl's thoughts are in the verses and the boy's thoughts are in the chorus. Will I write another song? Probably not. Song writing is hard, and I commend people who do it. Songs have a certain structure. Maybe I'm just not used to the structure, but I will stick with writing fiction. The challenge was fun though; it definitely challenged me to write something that is different than what I'm used to.
You are my dream
You are my world
The mist moves in
You faded away
When I needed you
You were not here
Who do I blame?
Doubt haunts me
Like a veil of mist
(Chorus)
The flower
Oh, how pretty blue
Your thorns ward me off
But I see past it
Love in a mist
After the mist clears
I see you standing
You tell me its okay
Why did I doubt you?
You are still my world
(Chorus)
Like a star in the sky
You are always there
No matter what
(Chorus)
Love in a mist
Love in a mist
Love in a mist
Love in a mist
I liked this challenge. I used to write poetry back in the day, so this reminded me of those days. The song is the story of a girl and boy in love, but one doubts the other's love. The girl's thoughts are in the verses and the boy's thoughts are in the chorus. Will I write another song? Probably not. Song writing is hard, and I commend people who do it. Songs have a certain structure. Maybe I'm just not used to the structure, but I will stick with writing fiction. The challenge was fun though; it definitely challenged me to write something that is different than what I'm used to.
Friday, April 1, 2011
International Lullaby
(Verse 1)
любить (infinitive verb, meaning "to love" pronounced "Lewbeet") the beat of my heart
I knew from the start
That man was trouble
любить the beat of the dance
Never cared for romance
I remember the coolness of his touch
Never felt that much
That man gave me such a rush
(Chorus)
My Russian love
My international love
Winter days snow-capped nights
What has ever felt so right
My Russian lover
My international lover
Chilled days blazing hot nights
What has ever felt that right
(Verse 2)
любить the feelings I feel
His kiss, his touch It's real
I'm beside myself
Think of nothing else
This man has control
He's in my soul
(Chorus)
My Russian love
My international love
Warm-wrapped nights
Holding him tight
My Russian lover
My international lover
It's real It's real It's so real
(Bridge)
Lying in my lonely bed tonight
I think of Russian ice, My sexy Moscovite
The people throwing white rice
I see the light, I think I'm leaving tonight
First plane out, I'm going back
Friends, family understand, I'm leaving my homeland
Never been so bold and I hate the cold
But here I am packing a winter coat
(Music) ( Russian phrases spoken by male in background, English translation not part of song, added only for reader benefit)
(Verse 3)
Good morning
(Добрый день любовника ; Good morning, lover)
It's so right to be here with you
My love, my Russian love, my international love
Be with me
(Я хочу ; I want to)
Forever
(Давай ; Let's)
Snow-capped days, nights wrapped tight
My Russian lullaby
(Моя жена ; My wife)
Okay, so...
I haven't written a song since I was, like, nine years old. My cousin and I had decided we were going to become a rap duo a la Salt n' Peppa. We wrote our raps and performed them on our grandmother's front porch. Shudder. I still remember parts of those songs. Yes, they sucked.
Fast forward...
I now present to you, with my prestigious lyric writing background, International Lullaby. I admit, of the three challenges, I looked forward to this one the least. But turns out I enjoyed writing my song. I even kind of got teary at the end. I know the mechanics are off. Verse 2 is really short etc., but I like my little project. I think I will be writing more songs. It was an escape, not entirely unlike fiction writing, but not as cumbersome. Fiction lays on you, like a heavy cloak. You wear it and surround yourself with it and become immersed in the world you're creating. With a song, there's more freedom. Like pouring out feelings and thoughts without worrying that you're contradicting something written way back on page 119. A song lets you be as creative as possible with the short time allotted to express yourself.
I'll stop here before this becomes a novel.
Great challenge idea, team!
любить (infinitive verb, meaning "to love" pronounced "Lewbeet") the beat of my heart
I knew from the start
That man was trouble
любить the beat of the dance
Never cared for romance
I remember the coolness of his touch
Never felt that much
That man gave me such a rush
(Chorus)
My Russian love
My international love
Winter days snow-capped nights
What has ever felt so right
My Russian lover
My international lover
Chilled days blazing hot nights
What has ever felt that right
(Verse 2)
любить the feelings I feel
His kiss, his touch It's real
I'm beside myself
Think of nothing else
This man has control
He's in my soul
(Chorus)
My Russian love
My international love
Warm-wrapped nights
Holding him tight
My Russian lover
My international lover
It's real It's real It's so real
(Bridge)
Lying in my lonely bed tonight
I think of Russian ice, My sexy Moscovite
The people throwing white rice
I see the light, I think I'm leaving tonight
First plane out, I'm going back
Friends, family understand, I'm leaving my homeland
Never been so bold and I hate the cold
But here I am packing a winter coat
(Music) ( Russian phrases spoken by male in background, English translation not part of song, added only for reader benefit)
(Verse 3)
Good morning
(Добрый день любовника ; Good morning, lover)
It's so right to be here with you
My love, my Russian love, my international love
Be with me
(Я хочу ; I want to)
Forever
(Давай ; Let's)
Snow-capped days, nights wrapped tight
My Russian lullaby
(Моя жена ; My wife)
Okay, so...
I haven't written a song since I was, like, nine years old. My cousin and I had decided we were going to become a rap duo a la Salt n' Peppa. We wrote our raps and performed them on our grandmother's front porch. Shudder. I still remember parts of those songs. Yes, they sucked.
Fast forward...
I now present to you, with my prestigious lyric writing background, International Lullaby. I admit, of the three challenges, I looked forward to this one the least. But turns out I enjoyed writing my song. I even kind of got teary at the end. I know the mechanics are off. Verse 2 is really short etc., but I like my little project. I think I will be writing more songs. It was an escape, not entirely unlike fiction writing, but not as cumbersome. Fiction lays on you, like a heavy cloak. You wear it and surround yourself with it and become immersed in the world you're creating. With a song, there's more freedom. Like pouring out feelings and thoughts without worrying that you're contradicting something written way back on page 119. A song lets you be as creative as possible with the short time allotted to express yourself.
I'll stop here before this becomes a novel.
Great challenge idea, team!
Thursday, March 31, 2011
My LOVE Song
Ode to a Comic Book
I found you hidden on the rack
I bought you like you were the newest one
I took you home to never go back
You hit me like a machine gun
Why oh why can't I buy you all?
You're so pretty with your artistic scrawl
Without you all I want to bawl
My friends say I should act my age but
Why can't I buy you all?
Why can't I buy you all?
I know they're mostly for big fat men
But I can't live without those word balloons
Drawn with such a light stroke pen
You put me straight on the midst of the moon
Why oh why can't I buy you all?
You're so pretty with your artistic scrawl
Without you all I want to bawl
My friends say I should act my age but
Why can't I buy you all?
Why can't I buy you all?
And that's about the time my friends all left me
My friends say I should act my age but
Why oh why can't I buy you all?
You're so pretty with your artistic scrawl
Without you all I want to bawl
My friends say I should act my age but
Why can't I buy you all?
Why can't I buy you all?
Why can't I buy you aaaaaaaaaaaall?
I found you hidden on the rack
I bought you like you were the newest one
I took you home to never go back
You hit me like a machine gun
Why oh why can't I buy you all?
You're so pretty with your artistic scrawl
Without you all I want to bawl
My friends say I should act my age but
Why can't I buy you all?
Why can't I buy you all?
I know they're mostly for big fat men
But I can't live without those word balloons
Drawn with such a light stroke pen
You put me straight on the midst of the moon
Why oh why can't I buy you all?
You're so pretty with your artistic scrawl
Without you all I want to bawl
My friends say I should act my age but
Why can't I buy you all?
Why can't I buy you all?
And that's about the time my friends all left me
My friends say I should act my age but
Why oh why can't I buy you all?
You're so pretty with your artistic scrawl
Without you all I want to bawl
My friends say I should act my age but
Why can't I buy you all?
Why can't I buy you all?
Why can't I buy you aaaaaaaaaaaall?
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Challenge #2
Good job to all those who participated in Challenge #1. Since it's Sunday, this marks week number two and a new challenge.
Group, write a love song. Try to work with anything that would give us a clear idea of what your song sounds like. If you can sing, do that. If you're musically untalented like myself, then just write the song. Be creative with it.
As a special note, this can be any type of love. This can be love for your family, your friends, your significant other, or even yourself. Be creative with it and use this challenge to learn something new about yourself.
Group, write a love song. Try to work with anything that would give us a clear idea of what your song sounds like. If you can sing, do that. If you're musically untalented like myself, then just write the song. Be creative with it.
As a special note, this can be any type of love. This can be love for your family, your friends, your significant other, or even yourself. Be creative with it and use this challenge to learn something new about yourself.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Free Hug?
I woke up early on Thursday morning. I was nervous. I’m not the most outgoing person in the world, so what I was about to do gave me tiny nervous butterflies. To calm my nerves a bit, I wrote out “Free Hug?” with a Sharpe on white-lined paper and taped it onto my shirt. I figured I would try to get people to come to me instead of me going to them. Maybe it was the fear of rejection?
I walked out of my dorm. The lady I always see cleaning my floor was at the end of the hall. I told her I was doing Free Hug Day and asked if she would like a hug. She accepted, then told me it made her day, and she was going to have a good rest of the day. That made me feel better. It is always nice to hear that you are the reason someone’s day is good.
I continued to walk out of my dorm and down the street with the sign taped to my stomach. I noticed this one guy staring from his car when he was stopped at the light at Piedmont Avenue and Auburn Avenue. Many people throughout the day looked at me strangely.
The sign worked. Many people came up to me wanting a hug. Actually, I noticed only girls asked for hugs. I did hug guys, but it was only because I asked if they wanted a free hug. Also, a lot of people asked why I was doing free hug day; it was a good conversation starter. Overall, I believe it was a good experience. It definitely brought me out of my shell.
Would I do Free Hug Day again? Probably. Especially if someone looks like they need one or if I feel like they are under appreciated. I think a hug is the perfect thing to make a person feel loved and needed.
Free hugs and throat funk
When you look like you're on death's doorstep, offering someone a hug is definitely the last thing from your mind. Granted, I did cough on a couple of bratty kids in Walmart hoping they'd get strep throat, but I wasn't about to subject the overall, unassuming populace to my disease.
Last weekend, my throat swelled up like someone punched me in the vocal chords. I thought it was laryngitis because I could barely talk, and while I planned on visiting the GSU Health Clinic after my Monday classes, I still attended albeit a bit off kilter. I was so exhausted from the day, I fell asleep in the doctor's office. I barely opened my mouth before my doctor cried, "Ew!"
"What? I'm sorry, I had soup for lunch!"
"It's not your breath. You have a very bad infection! Definitely strep throat."
Somehow the only thing I could think of was, "But then I won't get to hug people! I'm diseased!"
The doctor sent me home with a big bottle of medicine and an order to nap the rest of Monday. I woke up Tuesday ready to roll! But of course, with a fever, I didn't get very far. Wednesday was much the same, coughing, sleeping and trying to keep up with my classes online. Finally, Thursday I returned to classes, ready to offer hugs to anyone who wanted them. I was sadly derailed by someone who said, "You're back so soon! You should stay away from me... I can't get sick."
Alas, fate rejected me once more. Another day of medicine in, however, I was ready to take on the challenge. Late Friday I received a call from a friend saying he and some others were going to see Suckerpunch at the Mall of Georgia. I put on some clean clothes, trying to definitely look friendly (hey, some people are intimidated by a loud, six foot girl), and headed for the bookstore. It was a midnight movie, so we had some time to burn. We drank coffee in the bookstore, and I offered hugs to anyone who wanted them.
While the quiet bookstore attendees were a bit skeptical of my offer, I hugged the entire staff of the coffee shop (including the barista who gave me a bigger drink size for free). The movie goers, however, were extremely excited to see a movie with hot chicks wielding guns and swords. It was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I offered a hug, and everyone wanted one! Everyone was so pumped up to see the "new IT film" they let their energy out any way they could. Hugging was like a way that we passed on our excitement, and we passed our two hour wait in the near-empty mall with ease.
Would I offer free hugs again? Sure! Hopefully I won't be carrying the black plague with me next time!
Last weekend, my throat swelled up like someone punched me in the vocal chords. I thought it was laryngitis because I could barely talk, and while I planned on visiting the GSU Health Clinic after my Monday classes, I still attended albeit a bit off kilter. I was so exhausted from the day, I fell asleep in the doctor's office. I barely opened my mouth before my doctor cried, "Ew!"
"What? I'm sorry, I had soup for lunch!"
"It's not your breath. You have a very bad infection! Definitely strep throat."
Somehow the only thing I could think of was, "But then I won't get to hug people! I'm diseased!"
The doctor sent me home with a big bottle of medicine and an order to nap the rest of Monday. I woke up Tuesday ready to roll! But of course, with a fever, I didn't get very far. Wednesday was much the same, coughing, sleeping and trying to keep up with my classes online. Finally, Thursday I returned to classes, ready to offer hugs to anyone who wanted them. I was sadly derailed by someone who said, "You're back so soon! You should stay away from me... I can't get sick."
Alas, fate rejected me once more. Another day of medicine in, however, I was ready to take on the challenge. Late Friday I received a call from a friend saying he and some others were going to see Suckerpunch at the Mall of Georgia. I put on some clean clothes, trying to definitely look friendly (hey, some people are intimidated by a loud, six foot girl), and headed for the bookstore. It was a midnight movie, so we had some time to burn. We drank coffee in the bookstore, and I offered hugs to anyone who wanted them.
While the quiet bookstore attendees were a bit skeptical of my offer, I hugged the entire staff of the coffee shop (including the barista who gave me a bigger drink size for free). The movie goers, however, were extremely excited to see a movie with hot chicks wielding guns and swords. It was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I offered a hug, and everyone wanted one! Everyone was so pumped up to see the "new IT film" they let their energy out any way they could. Hugging was like a way that we passed on our excitement, and we passed our two hour wait in the near-empty mall with ease.
Would I offer free hugs again? Sure! Hopefully I won't be carrying the black plague with me next time!
The Man Who Needed A Hug Most of All: Free Hugs Shut Down
Can you recognize a hugger and a non-hugger? The face gives it away. For this challenge I decided to make a Free Hugs sign and sit at one of the tables the clubs usually use for promotional activities in the courtyard at my university. In the midst of a bustling crowd and students shouting…
“Free Drag Show!”
“Justice Week!”
“Help the Victims in Japan!”
I added to the noise, “Free Hugs!”
By the way, I’m the Daydream Dancer. I’m made of parts—one part creative adventurer, one part dancer, one part dreamer, one part sweetie, and one part hug reject. That’s right. While I hugged and was hugged, told you’re so sweet and I love hugs! , I was also told you’re crazy. Is it irrational to fear not being hugged on free hug day? I felt anxiety even when I was making the sign, when I was riding the bus to campus with the sign tucked under my arm, when I noticed the wind that day. Oh no, I thought, what if my sign blows away and I’m left hug-less and alone? I found an empty table, set my stuff in the chair, and propped up my sign with a heavy book for support. The girl across from me handing out flyers for the drag show giggled right as she saw my sign. “Do you want a hug?” I asked. She pursed her lips and smiled, “Sure.” It was a good start. The sun was out, I was doing something daring—I felt something in my cheeks, a pressure to smile despite my nerves. I’m not usually a smiler, but I was giving hugs. Don’t smiles just go along with the package?
Well, the challenged progressed and I would say more people passed on a free hug than those who accepted. From my perspective it was difficult for me not see them all as huggers and non-huggers. The non-huggers gave themselves away with their phones attached to their cheeks, their headphones and iPods, that blank city kid gaze into the far distance, or worse, shifty eyes. I had to exercise my skill for catching glances. When I did it was funny. “Do you want a hug?” I’d ask, and the non-hugger might say something like, “Naw, I’m good” or “No, but thanks.” One person said I was crazy. Is it crazy to hug? Is it not synonymous with showing the love? If it’s crazy to voluntarily break the bubble of privacy we maintain in our public relationships with other human beings, and more acceptable to communicate with two-dimensional user profiles via social networking websites, I’d prefer to be crazy.
Luckily I was not the only one. It was great to be hugged and my fear subsided the more I gave. You see, the great thing about hugs is that they are both given and received simultaneously. Some people paused for a minute to stare at my sign. It was a fairly simple message, just the words “Free Hugs!” I stood to the side in a yellow shirt, smiling, waiting for them to decide whether or not they wanted to accept my gesture. Some people had to think about it for a second, as if inwardly asking, “Do I want a hug? Do I want to be touched? Do I want to hug this stranger?” The hugger resolved this with another question, “Why Not?” A good hug only takes a few seconds of your time. Some huggers said that they needed a hug today, or that this made their day. A few people asked me why I was doing this and I told them about the project. A few seemed touched by the gesture, like it was a beautiful thing to see someone offer kindness so openly.
But then…
I was approached by a man with a clipboard. He worked for my school and asked what my project was for, if it was a chartered group of the University. I said no, but it was for a class project. Then he said I was not allowed here and that I had to leave because the tables in the courtyard were only for established University clubs. I was shocked, and to be honest disgusted. Rules like those kill me, there is too much gray area. I tried to hold my tongue, and asked if I moved to a bench it would be alright to keep giving hugs. He said yes, but was pressing me to move from the table. “Is there someone else trying to use this space?” I asked. “No, but you’re not allowed here.” I planned on complying with his demands, but I wanted to know his honest opinion first. Sure, it was his job to kick the non-clubs out from the tables, but didn’t he read the sign? What harm could it do? I said, “It’s just a sign.” And with that held out his hand to reach for my sign, “I told you, you were not allowed and you didn’t listen. Now I’ll have to take your sign.” He left with it. I was appalled. My friend was with me at the time and we slowly gathering our things and moved from the table. Later the man gave my sign back when he noticed that we had left. He said he just wanted to make sure we left the table. In retrospect, I realized he was the man who needed a hug most of all. I wonder how he would have reacted. I'm not so sure if he was hugger or a non-hugger.
I didn’t know what I was really doing on free hug day. I thought I was just completing a challenge. Now I see it as an expression of humanity. I meet new people, I smiled, I hugged. Someone asked if it was my mission statement. Another shut the free hugs down. But I’d like to do it again. In an odd way, I felt courageous.
Free e-hugs out to alla yalls. You don’t even need your arms just an open mind and some imagination.
xxxxx
THE DDD
“Free Drag Show!”
“Justice Week!”
“Help the Victims in Japan!”
I added to the noise, “Free Hugs!”
By the way, I’m the Daydream Dancer. I’m made of parts—one part creative adventurer, one part dancer, one part dreamer, one part sweetie, and one part hug reject. That’s right. While I hugged and was hugged, told you’re so sweet and I love hugs! , I was also told you’re crazy. Is it irrational to fear not being hugged on free hug day? I felt anxiety even when I was making the sign, when I was riding the bus to campus with the sign tucked under my arm, when I noticed the wind that day. Oh no, I thought, what if my sign blows away and I’m left hug-less and alone? I found an empty table, set my stuff in the chair, and propped up my sign with a heavy book for support. The girl across from me handing out flyers for the drag show giggled right as she saw my sign. “Do you want a hug?” I asked. She pursed her lips and smiled, “Sure.” It was a good start. The sun was out, I was doing something daring—I felt something in my cheeks, a pressure to smile despite my nerves. I’m not usually a smiler, but I was giving hugs. Don’t smiles just go along with the package?
Well, the challenged progressed and I would say more people passed on a free hug than those who accepted. From my perspective it was difficult for me not see them all as huggers and non-huggers. The non-huggers gave themselves away with their phones attached to their cheeks, their headphones and iPods, that blank city kid gaze into the far distance, or worse, shifty eyes. I had to exercise my skill for catching glances. When I did it was funny. “Do you want a hug?” I’d ask, and the non-hugger might say something like, “Naw, I’m good” or “No, but thanks.” One person said I was crazy. Is it crazy to hug? Is it not synonymous with showing the love? If it’s crazy to voluntarily break the bubble of privacy we maintain in our public relationships with other human beings, and more acceptable to communicate with two-dimensional user profiles via social networking websites, I’d prefer to be crazy.
Luckily I was not the only one. It was great to be hugged and my fear subsided the more I gave. You see, the great thing about hugs is that they are both given and received simultaneously. Some people paused for a minute to stare at my sign. It was a fairly simple message, just the words “Free Hugs!” I stood to the side in a yellow shirt, smiling, waiting for them to decide whether or not they wanted to accept my gesture. Some people had to think about it for a second, as if inwardly asking, “Do I want a hug? Do I want to be touched? Do I want to hug this stranger?” The hugger resolved this with another question, “Why Not?” A good hug only takes a few seconds of your time. Some huggers said that they needed a hug today, or that this made their day. A few people asked me why I was doing this and I told them about the project. A few seemed touched by the gesture, like it was a beautiful thing to see someone offer kindness so openly.
But then…
I was approached by a man with a clipboard. He worked for my school and asked what my project was for, if it was a chartered group of the University. I said no, but it was for a class project. Then he said I was not allowed here and that I had to leave because the tables in the courtyard were only for established University clubs. I was shocked, and to be honest disgusted. Rules like those kill me, there is too much gray area. I tried to hold my tongue, and asked if I moved to a bench it would be alright to keep giving hugs. He said yes, but was pressing me to move from the table. “Is there someone else trying to use this space?” I asked. “No, but you’re not allowed here.” I planned on complying with his demands, but I wanted to know his honest opinion first. Sure, it was his job to kick the non-clubs out from the tables, but didn’t he read the sign? What harm could it do? I said, “It’s just a sign.” And with that held out his hand to reach for my sign, “I told you, you were not allowed and you didn’t listen. Now I’ll have to take your sign.” He left with it. I was appalled. My friend was with me at the time and we slowly gathering our things and moved from the table. Later the man gave my sign back when he noticed that we had left. He said he just wanted to make sure we left the table. In retrospect, I realized he was the man who needed a hug most of all. I wonder how he would have reacted. I'm not so sure if he was hugger or a non-hugger.
I didn’t know what I was really doing on free hug day. I thought I was just completing a challenge. Now I see it as an expression of humanity. I meet new people, I smiled, I hugged. Someone asked if it was my mission statement. Another shut the free hugs down. But I’d like to do it again. In an odd way, I felt courageous.
Free e-hugs out to alla yalls. You don’t even need your arms just an open mind and some imagination.
xxxxx
THE DDD
Thursday, March 24, 2011
AbsolutePower
I dove into the first challenge yesterday. I woke up, put the dog out, and got ready for the gym. I'd planned to start hugging people after my workout but then decided no one wanted to hug a funky stranger. So I made a list of the non-perishable items I needed from Walmart and decided to go there first. I had a strategy. I'd go in through the garden department which is always deserted first thing in the morning, and hug the greeter.
So, no greeter was there and I went in hugless. I saw a man stocking the shelves and hesitated. Then I threw on a big smile and marched up, announcing, "Guess what! It's Free Hug Day." He accepted with a smile, we hugged, and I felt less stupid with each passing second. I gave out my second hug on the way past the freezer section. It was going so well. I became a woman with an eye peeled for hug recipients.
After awhile I went looking for rejection. I wanted at least one funny story to tell. I passed a group of women on the toilet paper aisle. They looked so ornery that I lost my nerve.
I guess I don't want to be rejected even if it's for a good cause. Why such an aversion to the word "no"? It's kind of weird when you think about it.
On my way out, through the garden department, a tapped a woman on the elbow and informed her that it was free hug day. She lit up, we hugged, and she said, "I don't know how you knew that I needed a hug."
I had one of those cheesy sentimental moments, like the lesson part of a family sit-com. I felt great!
Next up: the gym, where I hugged no one. We were sweaty and gross. But my mood was super!
I went to school at three o'clock. I had a class that started at three, but I didn't go to class. I went to see a guest speaker in the Student Center. I ran into someone I'd taken a Literature class with last semester. I didn't remember the guy. I mean at all. Period. If he hadn't come up to me, I would have kept walking. But as we sat waiting for New York Times bestselling author David Baldacci to take the podium, we had a nice conversation. We talked about classes, frustrations with our courses, and one of my favorite subjects in all the world: creative writing. And we talked about something that I know nothing about, physics. So I learned a few things. That was cool.
I wonder how many people I've missed out on by not caring enough to even notice that they were in the room...
I typically have a friendly disposition, and I chat easily, but in a room I usually sit beside no one if at all possible. I always look people in the eye, but I must not be doing it right.
Mr. Baldacci, author of one of my favorite novels, "Absolute Power", gave a riveting speech. I truly enjoyed it. Afterwards, he signed books outside the Ballroom. Of course I had my copy of "Absolute Power" and I got it signed.
But you know what I told him, right? So, I got a signed book, a picture, and a hug!
By the way, I will totally give out free hugs again. And especially if someone appears to need one because I have the power to change someones day for the better.
So, no greeter was there and I went in hugless. I saw a man stocking the shelves and hesitated. Then I threw on a big smile and marched up, announcing, "Guess what! It's Free Hug Day." He accepted with a smile, we hugged, and I felt less stupid with each passing second. I gave out my second hug on the way past the freezer section. It was going so well. I became a woman with an eye peeled for hug recipients.
After awhile I went looking for rejection. I wanted at least one funny story to tell. I passed a group of women on the toilet paper aisle. They looked so ornery that I lost my nerve.
I guess I don't want to be rejected even if it's for a good cause. Why such an aversion to the word "no"? It's kind of weird when you think about it.
On my way out, through the garden department, a tapped a woman on the elbow and informed her that it was free hug day. She lit up, we hugged, and she said, "I don't know how you knew that I needed a hug."
I had one of those cheesy sentimental moments, like the lesson part of a family sit-com. I felt great!
Next up: the gym, where I hugged no one. We were sweaty and gross. But my mood was super!
I went to school at three o'clock. I had a class that started at three, but I didn't go to class. I went to see a guest speaker in the Student Center. I ran into someone I'd taken a Literature class with last semester. I didn't remember the guy. I mean at all. Period. If he hadn't come up to me, I would have kept walking. But as we sat waiting for New York Times bestselling author David Baldacci to take the podium, we had a nice conversation. We talked about classes, frustrations with our courses, and one of my favorite subjects in all the world: creative writing. And we talked about something that I know nothing about, physics. So I learned a few things. That was cool.
I wonder how many people I've missed out on by not caring enough to even notice that they were in the room...
I typically have a friendly disposition, and I chat easily, but in a room I usually sit beside no one if at all possible. I always look people in the eye, but I must not be doing it right.
Mr. Baldacci, author of one of my favorite novels, "Absolute Power", gave a riveting speech. I truly enjoyed it. Afterwards, he signed books outside the Ballroom. Of course I had my copy of "Absolute Power" and I got it signed.
But you know what I told him, right? So, I got a signed book, a picture, and a hug!
By the way, I will totally give out free hugs again. And especially if someone appears to need one because I have the power to change someones day for the better.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Welcome & Challenge #1
Creative Adventures is a blog created and maintained by five college students who decided that pushing themselves would both inspire personal growth and encourage development in its readers. Each week the Creative Adventures team will be assigned a challenge. The five members will then partake of the challenge and write a detailed blog describing the events and their troubles with each challenge.
The following is a detail list of our first three weeks of challenges:
Be safe and have fun, team!
The following is a detail list of our first three weeks of challenges:
- Week #1: Free hugs. The team will offer free hugs to strangers and see if they accept. This involves a coming out of one's personal bubble and breaking into the shell of others.
- Week #2: Write a love song. The team will write a love song to see who is the most successful at the challenge. This involves a creative writing challenge in which form is just as important as content. Bonus points if the team members record themselves singing their song.
- Week #3: Tacky clothes day. The team will dress in what they consider tacky clothes and attend school for a day. The blog will record reactions of those around the students. This involves coming out of one's shell to the point of ridicule, a challenge that few would readily accept.
Be safe and have fun, team!
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