I believe that my strongest abilities tend to be more writing/editing and language. At UNE I have taken a whole bunch of writing classes and have been a writing minor since the beginning of sophomore year. Last year I had the opportunity to take Jesse’s professional/technical writing class, so I already have a grasp on the cover letter writing process. I am an environmental science major, so I am also familiar with the craft and process of various forms of analytical writing, as well as a good understanding of critical and analytical thinking. I am not the best with technology, and often find it difficult to navigate, so I don’t believe that I will be able to take charge in that area. I am quite comfortable talking to people and taking the leadership role if that is where I am most needed as well!
Hummingbird
rapid and racing
constantly fluttering
with unrelenting speed and stress
forwards and backwards
left and right
darting to and fro
never truly seen
yet always admired and awed
frantically on a mission
to nourish the environment
to hold it all together
as if it is
All falling apart
Chicken Nuggies
Since the dawn of time..
Well maybe not-
Since about 4 minutes ago
When the microwave beeped-
The dinosaurs have been creeping
And thumping and crashing
From coast to coast
Until the unrelenting strength-
A brutal outside force-
Floods the land with which it walks
To one day resurface and relive
The same unforgiving battle
walking
The cool, hard, metal of the knob
The vicious creak of the door
The seemingly never ending hallway
The lonely door at the back corner
The backwards steps I take to get there
Growing tension
Growing fear
Growing stride
Growing pace
Growing…hallway?
The lonely door at the back corner
The actual never ending hallway
The watch reading sixty four past ninety two
The whining alarm
The jolt into consciousness
dreamscape
The flowers bloom
With vibrant grace
Roaming over the valley
Beneath the moon
Wrapping the world in a colorful embrace
Weaving a delicate tapestry
The rivers flow
With graceful ease
Waving throughout the trees
A sparkling stream
Just like a dream.
Coping skills
I know I’m where I need to be.
Where do I go?
I know I am safe.
Why am I dying?
I can feel the floor beneath my feet.
Who could possibly help me?
I can see the sky above me.
When will this end?
Sand
Millions of fragments.
Pieces of a whole.
Never good enough on their own.
Together they feel like home.
With the help of another, they can build a castle.
With the help of each other, they crumble.
Stretching farther than imaginable.
Wrapping the world in its embrace
Never good enough alone.
Together, foundation.
will
a spark of inspiration
causing the pen to hit the paper
excitement coursing through paper like lightning
endless momentum propelling the story further
wall-
block-
write-
why wont it write?
the pen
once fueled by the storm
has since cemented itself to the punctuation where it lay
longing to keep it moving
the strength necessary to pry it from the page
blown away with eraser shavings
proven useless as the will to keep pressing on
releases the pen from its shackles-
allowing the words to flow once more.
Nineteen. Twelve.
The ice cubes in the glass bobbing
Freezing water engulfing them in unforgiving hugs
Getting smaller and smaller
Their time is limited
Screaming for help
To be pried from the painful grasp of the ocean
The blanket of warmth stretched so far
Being shredded to pieces
Silence
The warmth turned to frost
The shrieking subsides
As the ship of dreams disappears beneath the atlantic
stare.
please just stop talking already
the words are pounding off my skull
almost as loud as the seconds ticking by
soon they will know.
soon it will be revealed
as he sits there sipping his drink
you wont stop the machine gun that is your mouth
you arent allowing us to leave
we must leave.
you dont understand
in a few minutes his breaths will become limited
unable to be stopped.
he shouldnt have taken a sip
it wasnt his debt to pay
but this is it
guess its ok.
