My Colby-Sawyer Experience

“Anytime students are talking with their families about what they're learning, that really pleases me.”
Humanities Assistant Professor Margaret Wiley

Chargeusse

The Barren Emptiness

The poof chair opens her mouth to gobble me up when I make way to sit on her. I pull out my note book and engage my brain in thought. The words are right there on the tip of my tongue. If I were on the show “The Magic School Bus,” I would shrink to the size of a pea and wiz around my lungs. That's how my words are acting, like that little bus. Each page tells a story, each one unique. Most of them lay there as a barren wonderland of snow would. Thoughts are ribbons that are whisked away. Ideas come and go from my white struck page, as I sit there in Kitty's mouth. Her mouth isn't dry like others of her kind. Her slobber engulfs me as if I had plunged myself into the ocean on a warm sunny day. Most of the words that swim to me are quickly locked away as if they were a tiger on a long chain in a colosseum. The wind will streak across the page and blow all the words and images away deciding that they weren't good enough of the eyes of God. My unconscious mind- the drip from a begonia creating a melancholy ripple in the vast vicinity I call my imagination. “There on a barren hillside, in the break mid-winters night…..Stood a single Thornwood, its tendrils lost from sight…” words that are not my own sing their way across my face- my page still as white struck as it could be. One little thought has been on my mind all day. My page is graced with the presence of a solitary utterance; a lone black v-shaped monstrous vulture soaring high in the sky to find its flock. A declaration of truth is spewed in front of me. As I dart my eyes towards my notebook, I read the one simple line I've tried so hard to say: All you need is friends.

-Louise Bowker

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