Haiku (saturday class)

The big Banana.
Dirt.
Walked in on its own.



Tall trees.
Dead leaves.
Climb down.


Green Yurt.
Spider web.
But no spider.

Sketch #7: week 1

Beads hanging,
I look out side of the window,
the tress sway,
as iif ther were dancing in the wind,
Difernt colers hanging on a hook by the door,
Shoes stacked up,
Dirt road,
Snow melting,
Diiferent kinds,
Belts also hang,
Carpet floor,
Light outside starts to get dark,
study hall starts in five minutes.

Sketch #6: week 1

In class,
Tom talking,
My eyes feel heavy,
So tired,
Class is feeling longer than usuall,
My mind drifts somewhere else.

In class Sketches (week5)

Proctor Book Store

T-shirts,
Sweatpants,
Jolly rancher candies,
Alex on her computer,
Jackets,
Green Raincoats,
Text Books,
World History,
Algebra 1,
Algebra 2,
Geometry,
Calculus,
Notebooks,
Purple,
Yellow
Orange,
Green,
Flash cards,
Different color folders,
Crayola makers,
Water bottles,
Big,
Small,
Pink,
Purple,
Green,
Black,
Tan Proctor Bags,
Green Blankets,
Red and Orange Coffee cups,
Green Wristbands,
Belts,
Soccer,
Field Hockey,
Basketball,
And so much more…








Mixed Up

On the stone wall near the pond,
Listening to music,
Sunshine shining on my neck,
Hoping that I wont get a sunburn,
Excited for formal,
So happy that we won our lacrosse game on Saturday,
On Friday’s practice it was really sunny warm out,
My neck and my arms got a little burnt,
I have really fair skin,
Now looking down at the pond,
Big tadpole swimming around,
And apple at the shore,
Leaves that fell form trees floating on the top as if they were Lilly pads,
Everyone getting out of class,
No walking back to their dorms,
Footprints in the mud,
Wind blowing, my hair gets in my face,
Now I get goose bumps,
Wondering what time I will be getting back from my game next saterday,
How much time will I have to get ready?
Now as class is ending Im wanting to leave and go and get ready for lacrosse,
Now class is out.

Random: week 5 entry 1

Belts and beads hanging from the wall,
Calendars also hanging from the wall,
Books piled on top of the desk,
Pictures of different activities also on the wall,
Dim light hanging form the ceiling,
Shoes piled up in the corner in my closet,
Bag backed and ready to go in the morning.

Pom Poms

Green, and White,
The Proctor colors,
They cheer,
They dance in the wind,
They cheer at the champion football game,
And now they rest in our wall.

Room Sketch

Lyrics

Flipping through songs,
Trying to pick which one I want to hear,
The lyrics of the songs
“This is why I’m hott.”
“Hey, hey you, you I don’t like your girlfriend!”
“Right now he’s probably slow dancing with a beach blonde trap, and she’s probably getting frisky,”
“I was blown away what could I say,”
Found it!
“Something’s in the air tonight…”

Sound Sketch #6: week 3 #1

LALA

Zoom,
“soodall,”
Giggles,
Clickty clook of footsteps
Taps,
Nenene,
Weeeeeee,
“Who are you look for” a women says,
Plap,
Plop,
Plep,
Sluch,
Sluuus,
Click,
Cha Ching,

Sketch #5 In New London: week 2 #2

Sitting on the green and white porch of the New London Inn,
Cars passing by,
Different colors,
Green, Red, Blue, Sliver,
Different kinds,
Honda, Ford, BMW,
People walking on the sidewalks,
Wood stacked up,
I can see my breath,
My fingers start to get cold,
They start to turn pink as I type,
Moving in side were its warm,
With the smell of cinnamon,
Sitting on a comfortable couch,
I here a women talking to a man,
the women says to the man, "Yea, uh hu,"
Soft music in the background,
A another women on the phone in another room,
Walking to the café,
Cars rush by me,
Now sitting inside the College Café,
On a blue stool,
And older man, maybe mid 60’s to early 70’s,
Walks out on crutches,
A red truck parked right in front of the café,
Across the street the flag on the flag pole waves,
As if it were waving goodbye,
Inside the Café,
Baked goods are lined up underneath the counter,
Now time is up and I walk back to the bus.

Sketch #4: week 2 #1

Bright light,
Silence in the room,
Books all over the floor,
Cords everywhere,
Teeny tiny specks of dirt on the floor,
The clock ticks,
My sparkled black and white hat hangs on the rack on the door,
The bright colorful lap shines up in on the ceiling,
My new Hawaiian beads that Amanda got me from Hawaii,
Hang from my dresser,
Pictures from graduation, magazines and from our New York eighth grade trip posted on the wall,
Shoes stack up one on top of another in my “closet,”
Now starting to get tiered and tiered,
But knowing that have more homework,
While doing homework with Haley and Amanda,
Amanda,
With her white tank top,
Her legs crossed,
Her pencil moving across the paper,
Talking to Haley,
Amanda says “Ahhh I hate homework!”
Then Haley responds, “ummm...yea we all do.”
Now Haley,
Wearing jeans and a sweatshirt,
Being her normal self,
Shoots rubber bands at me,
And sticks her tong out at me,
And now changing her pase,
Now she is very concentrated in her math work,
The silence now becomes a loud conversation,
Haley says, “I’m like no _______ shut the fuck up, I don’t want to tell you!”
Once again a silence in the room.


REVISED

Bright light,
Silence in the room,
Books all over the floor,
Cords everywhere,
Teeny tiny specks of dirt on the floor,
The clock ticks,
My sparkled black and white hat hangs on the door,
The bright colorful lap shines up in on the ceiling,
My new Hawaiian beads that Amanda got me from Hawaii,
Hang from my dresser,
Pictures from graduation, magazines, and pictures from my New York eighth grade trip posted on the wall,
Shoes stack up one on top of another in my “closet,”
Now starting to get sleepy,
My eye lids begin to get heavier and heavier,
But knowing that have more homework,
While doing homework with Haley and Amanda,
Amanda,
With her white tank top,
Her legs crossed,
Her pencil moving across the paper,
Talking to Haley,
Amanda says “Ahhh I hate homework!”
hen Haley responds, “umm…yea I think everyone does.”
Now Haley,
Wearing jeans and a sweatshirt,
Being her normal self,
Shoots rubber bands at me,
And sticks her tongue out at me,
And now changing her pace,
Now she is very concentrated in her math work,
The silence now becomes a loud conversation,
Haley says, “I’m like no _______ shut the fuck up, I don’t want to tell you!”
Once again a silence in the room.

Sketch#3: week 1 #2

Sitting here in the center of Maxwell savage,
JoAnn Hicks walks back and forth from her printer to her desk,
In her purple crocks, and dangly earrings,
A man from FedEx walks in with a package,
“It’s a nice and little one” JoAnn says
Fish swing around in her fish tank on her desk,
Art major final exam interior studies,
The sign on the wall telling what the pictures are from,
The picture on the wall,
Lap on the table, red book, green book, red bandana, fan in the window,
Kids walk back and forth from checking their mailboxes, walking on the dirty green carpet,
The empty stairs,
Waiting for someone to climb them,
Why is everyone so cheery today?
The red fire extinguisher, in the corner by the door,
Leslie Hackmann at her desk on her computer,
Two empty red chairs waiting for someone to sit in them,
Swaze walks by, and asks me,
“Why am I sitting in the middle of the room?”
The room has the sent of an airport,
Through the window you can see the dark and cloudy sky,
You can feel the cool air as more kids walk by,
In every door, there is one large window,
Being separated into nine,
The clock tick tocks,
As it strikes 2:30
As Teri walks by I count the button on her shirt,
There are 6,
While leaving Maxwell savage, I feel the sudden wind brush up against my face.

Sketch #1

Sketch #1

The different temperatures,
Warm, cold, freezing,
Seasons changing,
Winter to spring,
The snow starts to melt,
The rain comes down,
Kids run to their first spring practice or tryout,
While walking to practice, my sneakers absorb into the grass while I walk,
The rain has now stopped,
Kids running around campus,
Sneakers screeching,
Boys sprinting back and forth in the gym,
Girls chattering while waiting for practice to start,
The music in the weight room,
People walking back and forth in the hall,
Kids icing and getting taped in the trainers,
Practice starts,
Coaches explaining what to do,
Lax ball thrown in different directions,
Frustrations, laughter, and silliness
Walking to dinner, many people come and go
Food being served,
French fries, pasta, salad, ice cream
Lots of varieties but… all not the best
Kids eating, talking, and laughing, coming up and going downstairs,
Coming back, the clouds are gray,
Looking as if a storm will pass bye
It is cool outside