Cabin Free Write

As I imagine a cabin, I start from the outside. It is day time but the dense canopy of the deciduous forest keeps out most of the sun. The ground is speckled with splotches of light and is covered in brown crunchy leaves slowly decaying. There is a old gravel path that leads up to the house but is dominated by grass. The exterior of the cabin is splintery and the bark is peeling. As I cautiously walk inside it smells dusty and ancient. There is a creaky rocking chair that is mysteriously tilting back and forth. Probably because of the slight gust from when I opened the in need of new paint door. There are plenty of windows that shed light beams exposing the dust in the air. I carefully tip toe through the living room with only wooden furniture carful not to wake anything I don't want to encounter. The kitchen is extremely bright and the floors are recently steamed cleaned white tile. It is super modern with a floating island in the middle only held by an oddly shaped piece of metal. There is a bowl of fruit with perfectly ripe bananas with a ting of green on the stem. I pick up the banana and unpeel it, eager to bite into the firm fruit. As I bite the banana I hear someone walk into the room and I quickly hide the peel behind my back and guilty chew. It’s my mom and I feel relieved. All of a sudden I’m back to the comfort of my home and my imagination has retreated to the truth of reality.

Failure

As I was assigned this blog assignment, I faced a blockade. A mental blockade that for some reason prevented me from thinking of any of my numerous failures. I know that I have failed because I am certain that I haven't succeed at everything I tried. So as I was pondering what to write, I realize that I fail to think. Not all the time but only on demand. For example, I when I took the dreaded SAT on Saturday, the essay prompt, which I can't say the exact one because that's apparently illegal, but I couldn't think of an example. It was horrible, knowing that my college future was on the line and I just didn't know what to do. In the end I wrote about Martin Luther King Jr. because how could you go wrong with that? So the moral of the story is I fail to think on demand. That doesn't  mean I don't think at all because that's not true. I think all the time, about everything and I always speak my thoughts. People often say that if you always talk a lot, your do not think, but I completely disagree. In order to speak, you have to think. Although some people do not think a lot, they still are thinking when they speak.

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_block

Free Write About Food

So ever since I was little, food has been a prominent part of my life. My dad being a private chef, and my mom a nutritionist, delicious healthy food is always around... but not for long. I feel like when my dad brings home food it would be gone instantly as Ginger and I rush to grab spoons jabbing at the spongy yet firm almond cake. I don't know what makes almond paste in cakes so scrumptious, but if you haven't tried it, it's amazing.

 Anyway, some people like to spend money on electronics, but my family spends money on food. We go to fancy and strange restaurants every new city we encounter. I remember one time I dubiously tried a raw quail egg at the DePuy Canal house. It was a golden yellow with a transparent goop around it, which helped it slip down my throat easier. By being exposed to different cuisines I became willing to try more foods and other things. Since I was little kid, I’ve been know as a “good eater” because I try everything and I like almost all of it. I love to eat all cuisines from Chinese to American and all the counties in between.  Vegetables, meats,  fish and fruit I value equally except for broccoli rob. It’s just so bitter and bland.  Thankfully, eating  delicious food expertly cooked by a chef hasn’t made me a snob either, because I love junk food and sweets just as much as the next person.

Food has influenced me to try new things, not just food but other activities. On a micro scale, getting the courage to swallow a raw quail egg has helped developed my courage to try other more important things in life.