Week 3 of college is done. Most of my assignments are completed, and now I'm preparing for next week's tests in Psychology and Algebra. Yes, Week Four = Test Week. Yippee. I have one assignment with which I'm still struggling, though. Shocker of shockers...it's a Composition assignment. Will my Composition woes ever end? (Lynn, meet Giant & Impossible to Navigate Around Wall) We're working on our first essay, and our instructor is kind enough to take us slowly through the steps. Thank goodness, because while I may have done structured writing once upon a time... Well, let's just say that the man who was President of the United States at that time is no longer with us. Yes, it was that long ago, and yes, I absolutely need the refresher course.
Anyway, it's an essay. A narrative essay. She gave us three choices for a topic: 1) an oft-repeated family story; 2) a special gift; or 3) a life-changing or challenging event. Of course, the moment I read those choices on the page, I blanked. I had nothing.
I've lived a boring life, I thought. I've done absolutely nothing that would be of interest to anybody besides myself. What the heck am I supposed to write about? Yes, I can be a little maudlin in my thoughts. And a lot unyielding. Nobody is harder on me than me, and I often beat up on my inner-child. Poor thing is bruised and bloodied, yet always come back for more. But, I'm wandering away from the point, aren't I?
Back to the story...
I had nothing. Then I thought of the first time my daughter swore. It's a cute story, and I've told it a lot, but these narrative essays are supposed to have a point. What's the point of that story other than the fact that it's cute as a bunny's ear?
The cussing story was out.
There's also a potato story from my daughter's childhood that gets told and retold. Same problem, though. No point, unless I want to talk about how skinny she is despite starch overload when she was two. Since I didn't think that would be enough to fill an 850-word essay, the potato story was out.
Next I hit upon LittleDude's hospitalization. That was a huge, life-changing and challenging event. The point could be that it was the catalyst that made me decide to pursue nursing. Initially, it passed all the tests, and I put it on my little scratch sheet of ideas. For me, though, the problem with that story is it's just so heavy. It's almost depressing. I don't want to be heavy and depressing. I want to be light-hearted and fun. Breezy, even. But when I left class on Thursday, heavy and depressing was all I had.
Then, as my husband and I were making the 30-minute drive to a local (yes, 30 minutes away is local) computer store, I had an epiphany. Because, of course, epiphanies always come during 30-minute drives. Or during showers. I have even better epiphanies in the shower, but I digress.
My epiphany. NaNoWriMo! The call to write a 50,000 word novel in a month is absolutely challenging. My first win, and the story I wrote to get that first win, helped me rediscover my joy for writing, so that's definitely life-changing. Light & breezy? Heck, the story was about a talking dinosaur and a duck that wore a blue felt fedora! I think I may have hit on something there.
So, now I've got a light & breezy topic. Next, I need a thesis statement. I've got until Tuesday to come up with a thesis statement that takes an opposable position. Not as easy, so I'm brainstorming.
Maybe I should take a shower and hope for another epiphany.