From Fog to Blog

I am proud to say that I have stepped out of the fog and into the clear air of blogs. My symbolical fog, like Chief Bromden’s of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, still represents avoidance and refusal to accept change, however, my particular brand of escapism was from writing creatively.  Instead I liked to stay in the safety of numbers and structure that the beautiful analytical essay gives, in lieu of pushing my creative boundaries.  When Ms. Serensky first announced the blog project, I felt alone in feeling stressed and afraid. I did not know what to write about, or even how to write if we should not analyze.  That’s the only form of writing, right? I’m not about to write poetry, I’m no Elisavietta Ritchie!  Worse, these creative spawns of the devil would be the sole proponent to our midterm.  Something everyone else looked at as a heaven-sent easy-A, I saw as another setup for failure. 

            How naive! Now I absolutely love the blogs! They are assuredly my favorite part of AP English. In fact, due to my recent hiatus from facebook because of the datasheet and midterms, I have replaced the lovely social networking addiction with an AP English blog addiction.  Rarely a day goes by without my perusing everyone’s blogs to see the new goings on of the week.  To hyperbolize, blogging has improved my quality of life tenfold.  Not only has my internet procrastination improved in intelligence, but I have confidence in my creative writing and even just thinking skills.  This was largely due to the bounding beauty of Bobbie’s Blog Banter (so much alliteration!) Having a mention on the daily show felt like a sticker on top of a paper, on steroids. The nod of approval from the famous Bobbie Jo fueled my overexcitement in my blog with a healthy air of competition and straight egotism.  Each one made my week at least. Suffice it to say, I will greatly miss the blogs if they are disbanded next semester, or even pared down to one per week.  I love blogs! You might say that my initial apprehensive and downright fearful tone juxtaposed with my current relaxed and ecstatic tone creates situational irony, could you not? I don’t have to though; I have pulled myself from that fog.