Thursday, March 03, 2011
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A place for Writing 12 students to read each other's writing, to critique, to suggest, to improve.
About Me
- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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The roofline undulates. It curves, swoops even. Five lights shine.
Windows frame the pillars. I see it from my office window. Behind are the faint outlines of fir and pine trees.
A pool, a destination some say, at the geographic center of Vancouver. It is beautiful. The wood beams, laminate, allow dizzying spans.
It’s Olympian! But that’s another story. The pool came along with the Olympics to my neighbourhood. It also brought us a new transit line and an easy subway ride downtown or to the airport.
My neighbourhood will change, has changed. But I look forward to it, look to the future—a library, a pool, hockey, curling. Maybe I’ll take up curling! I tried it once and learned that it is a lot more exercise than it looks.
As long as a walk along the park brings with it a view of The Lions, and as long as people come to appreciate it with me (I’ve been walking that walk for close to 25 years), that’s all I ask.
Looking out a small window
Well, we only have two windows in our small apartment, big one in the Livingroom and a slightly smaller one in the Bedroom so I’ll choose that one.
It’s raining, but not too dark out. I’m looking out over our small patio equipped with ancient barbeque. Hanging to the sides, are two wind chimes one made of metal and the other wood, a reminder of the blustery gusts outside with their unique musical alarm.
I then look down into a small courtyard with a hexagon styled wood Gazebo and perfectly manicured landscaping all around. There is a small leafless tree beside it. I feel sorry for that tree It hasn’t grown since I’ve been living here and that has been three years now; although, it looks nice in the summer and fall when it has leaves.
The building is shaped like a “horse shoe” so if you look directly across or up all you see is the other apartments with their beige siding and white framed windows and patios railings; maybe someone’s also looking out there window too at me! I better stop this.
– 184 words
Looking Out a Window
What you see depends on how you see it--your point of view matters. Looking out a window, somebody sees the earth, while somebody sees the sky. I remembered once I read a story. It says a little girl looking out her window watching someone burying her dog. Tears streaming down to her cheeks, her heart is broken. Her grandfather finds her and leads her to another window, then she sees a beautiful rose garden. Somehow her tearing face turns to a smile. The old man chucks his granddaughter under her chin and says: “my dear, you just looked out a wrong window.”
When I thought about this story, I always wondered what I will see if I look out a window. One thing for sure is that I will not judge what I see from one direction. Unfortunately, one of my middle school best friends, a smart and persistent girl who was willing to view things in one perspective, has a different story. She chose to go to a technical secondary school instead of studying in high school to get into university. But she didn’t expect an unwelcome education reform coming that year. All technical secondary schools shut their doors to middle school students, which means my friend missed the chance to get into a good high school. When she was assigned to a low-ranking school. She shifted all her blames to the reform and thought she was the person with worst luck. She gave up all her efforts and became a problematic juvenile.
I guess my friend’s misfortune was because that she didn’t look out another window of her life. There are different sides in people’s lives, if they just look at one side while ignore the others, their great expectation might be fainted. So don’t look out a window from one angle, try to look in different ways, and try to look out different windows. Choose the right window and make your life.
--326 words
Looking out a Small Window
The gauge in looking is in the eyes of the beholder. I use my eyes to enjoy the serenity of the surroundings by looking even in our small window.
It is my ritual to look up and open a small window located in our living room in the morning. There is happiness inside me whenever I see the beauty of the kaleidoscope sky with the rising sun. The white and bluish combination in the sky with bashing wind seeps in my room added peace in my heart. The flying airplane makes me dream to travel again.
In the central point, I can see the different sizes of housing improvements, townhouses and condominiums including the Mufflers exhaust center where lots of damaged cars are parked. At the right side, I can see Kingsway road with lots of cars like Lexus, BMW, Volkswagen, Honda, Mercedes bench in which I am dreaming to have one of them someday. At the left side, I can view some tall green fine trees soothing in my teary eyes whenever I am thinking of doing my essay writings. The green Bermuda grass invites me to have a picnic with my family. I can still imagine the smell of chicken barbeque being grilled the other day by one of the families who live close by.
During sundown, some of my neighbours use the parks for walking their dogs. Some children love to play hide and seek, badminton, and volleyball. I can see and hear them giggling and shouted, “Toss the ball higher, go buddy, and play hard for us to win the game.” If only I am not busy everyday, I like to be with them and play.
By looking out a small window I have thought of many wonderful things. O, what a positive relief.
-303 words
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