The day started with a nice bowl of cereal and a nice cup of orange juice.  Something to get me ready for my morning class, and possibly wake me up from a long night.  The prompts are becoming more interesting, and more like-able; if that’s a word.  But for the past three days, I’ve become more comfortable in expressing how I feel in my writing.  Just free writing everyday improves my way of writing.  Today in class, as a group, each of us had to get up one by one and pick an object that was outside the room.  This object was called our “Talisman,” we are supposed to treat it like it was magical.  This was very funny to me and quite interesting because after we have our Talisman we are supposed to write a story or a poem about it.

My object was a marble; within that marble was nothing.  I can only see through it and see nothing, but as I sat in the class I thought that this marble is actually me.  It’s weird but I sort of expressed it in my poem.  Then the last few minutes of class, I got the sense that I’m actually improving slowly and I can only depend on God to help me in my writing.  The day ends with myself in my dorm getting ready for a little get together at an area named the Coffeehouse.