I wrote these as part of a task we needed to do for English. We were ask to log our thoughts for two weeks as a means of exposing ourselves to reflective writing. Enjoy;

05/03/08

We have been asked to log our thoughts and feelings over the next two weeks as a means of exposing ourselves to reflective writing in preparation for an upcoming English outcome. Quite honestly, I am feeling that my current state of mind is not at its most conducive to prepare a piece of writing. Nonetheless, this task was given to us today, thus I shall comply to the expectations. I am tired and have spent the last two hours yawning at intervals that feel as if they are occurring every five seconds. The lack of oxygen to my brain, which is undoubtedly causing this excessive yawning, is most likely the cause of my impaired sense of time. Then again, writing about yawning is making me yawn, so there is a chance that my awareness of my excessive yawning (and the consequent thought) is the root cause of my insisting need to yawn. Mrs. La Scala Melita would have picked up on my repetition of the word “yawn” by this stage if she were reading this and probably duly noted that I should vary my vocabulary. However, considering the only other words I have for yawn are “inhaling copious amounts of oxygen through the wide opening of the mouth”, I feel that my repetition should be forgiven for the sake of fluency. I seem to have analyzed this situation thoroughly and you are either a) bored out of your brain or b) laughing at this whole entry. Then again, you could always fall under category c) rolling your eyes. I personally hope its neither a) nor c). Now I shall draw to a close and remember that there is an actual structure to this type of writing and that I have not payed any real attention to it at all. Oh well! Maybe next time;
Au Revoir for now;
C.L.U

06/03/08
I was walking to the tram stop after school today, when an elderly Italian man crossed my path. “Buona Serra Principessa” he said as he moved toward me. He was probably in his elderly seventies and he held two roses in his hand. “Would your like a beautiful rose?” said he as he bowed in my direction, arm outstretched with a rose from his hand. I giggled at this unusual situation; this was not an every day occurrence. It was, in fact, really quite bizzare. “No thank you signor” I replied. “Okay, maybe next time” he chuckled and continued on his way. I pause to ask why, of all the girls that walked by him, it was me he stopped at to offer a rose? I guess I shall never know until I, myself, become an elderly Italian man, brandishing a pair of beautiful red roses; and Lord knows, as do I, that will never happen in my lifetime! All that really matters though, is that he made my day and that he envisions a next time. Thank you signor!

Auf Weiterzen and Arrividercci;
C.L.U

This task was never mentioned again and these writings never got received by my teacher. It was probably for the best. Although, I am sure that that elderly Italian man, has, in his own way, made everyone’s day.

Lots of Love;
C.L.U.