via What We Are
I wish I could take credit for this idea, but my Contemporary Literature professor last semester asked us to examine our life as a literary text–to search for symbols.
My name is Sarah Lea, which is symbolic of my love for baking, as well as a nod to my playful nature (when it comes to writing, anyway). And though I’m not generally a fan of Urban Dictionary, I rather love the definition they attributed to my name: https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Sarah-Lea
As for the things I carry, well, that always includes a tube of Revlon’s “Love is On” lipstick (symbolizing my love for anything red or retro), a pair of tweezers, and a flosser. (There will never be a hair on my chinny-chin-chin.
In the pocket of my red purse (which my husband helped me win at a “Dirty Santa” party), I keep a USB drive, which represents my love for compact, but tangible things (verses saving everything to a mysterious “cloud”). It’s why I read physical books and not e-books. It’s why I write articles for the print version of The Corsair and not for the web (unless they ask me to or shove a story I wrote for the print edition online because they “ran out of room”).
For me, there is something more permanent and prestigious about print. It cannot be edited once it’s been printed (like an online article) and it looks so much better in a scrapbook.
A brand-new suitcase, now several years old, reveals that I never have enough money to travel, but that I hope to someday. The fact that it exists at all is optimistic, which I attribute to my Pollyannish nature. For now, the case is a storage space for my out-of-season (or “when I am skinny again”) clothes, which forecasts that a trip to Iceland or Australia (or Skinnyville) won’t be happening any time soon.
So analyze (or psychoanalyze) the symbols that make up the text that is your life. You just might learn something new about yourself.
What I’ve Learned (so far)
What I learned from Creative Writing is that you don’t take it with the notion of learning how to get published–you take it to learn how to become a better writer so that you will have a better chance of getting published.
What I learned from Computer Concepts… Well, that would be nothing. Nothing at all.
What I learned from Ethics was “The Silver Rule” (or what I call the passive rule, as it concerns not doing something), and that I can Kant. (I also learned that I love philosophy.)
What I learned from Poetry was that rhyme is limiting (take that, Robert Frost–I play dangerously without a net!), and that a person who wears a “Make America Great Again” hat wants to discuss more than mere poetry. I also learned that with workshopping, it’s wise to abide by the admonition of Cinderella, which is “to have courage and be kind.”
What I learned from English Composition II was how to write a research paper on a subject I knew nothing about (i.e. horses) and that Shakespeare is more fun to discuss than read. (I also learned that ratemyprofessors.com is pretty accurate.)
What I learned from Intermediate College Algebra was that I was not necessarily brilliant, but persistent enough to not allow the fear of algebra keep me from finishing college a second time.
What I learned from Security Awareness (besides finding a cure for insomnia) was that I could go viral (if not bacterial) on YouTube and make lots of money producing cat videos.
What I learned from Contemporary Literature is that a playful syllabus is indicative of a chill professor. (And a chill professor won’t take it personally if you kill him off in one of your stories. He just might laugh!)
What I learned from College Publications, Reporting, and working on the student newspaper is that I can make 24-hour deadlines. I learned that being a humor columnist would be my dream job (as I will never have a passion for reporting “ticker-tape news,” but for what comes after).
What I learned from medical coding classes what that I hate medical coding, but in learning that, I also learned that no education is ever wasted, for it took a wrong turn to get to the right one.
And what’s more, I learned that with a career and a family, it will take me longer to finish my education, but that’s okay, for as my college newspaper adviser says, “No one has ever asked me how long it took to get my Ph.D.”
There is time.
It seems like the prompts this year align perfectly with what I’m already writing in my ENC1102 class. This book left an impression on me, and had a tremendous and positive impact on the way horses were treated.
Both Beauty and Beast: His Life, His Work, His Story
“…Well done, good and faithful servant…” (Matthew 25:23)
He had a servant’s heart,
but was a master at his trade.
He was known by many names—
Jack and Black Auster,
Blackie, and Old Crony—
but Black Beauty was the one
he would be remembered by,
this English gentleman equine.
He was the son of Duchess,
never knowing his brother from the same mother.
He suffered for the drunkenness of men,
the vanity of women,
the ignorance of both.
He was a best friend to Ginger—
a chestnut who came out of her shell;
he was a companion to many others,
a listening ear for a tale to tell.
The heathery lea to which he retired,
was but the path where the marigolds grow,
for he blinks,
and in the glimmer of a star,
he is where all horses go.
Ginger is waiting for him,
infirm no more.
The vignettes that ran the episodes of his life
into one long-running season,
continue still into one everlasting life;
this ebony horse with the white star—
put there by the gentle hand of all creation—
left his beauty mark,
for it was his story that made history.