I didn’t know leaving would be so complex, it was only two weeks.  The first day, Tyler, the head honcho, and Anna Duke Reach, the Queen, sought out to let us a leave with a new way of thinking.  A lifelong experience, something we can look back to as many times as possible.  Better yet, keep in the back of our minds, because if it wasn’t for my wonderful instructor, Tori, writing would always be a backslide, but now I see and understand the feeling to wake up and enter a classroom and that notion will always disappear, the pen to the paper will appear, and innovation will appear.

The week might have gone fine until the weekend came by.  “Stephen Paez lost his suitcase key,” will be the title of the Newspaper article because I took this very seriously.  I thought I placed it right next to my bag but suddenly the key just walks away. I hoped you like the personification there.

I also went to a party that was not just your typical New York party, but it went well.  Today, I only focused on what I was going to write on this blog, was it going to be interesting or is it just going to be boring.  I thought I’ll make it more interesting by saying that I thank all those who let me have this opportunity.  God bless you all.  Hope all of you have a goodnight.

My object was a marble; within that marble was nothing.  I can only see through it and see nothing, but as I sat in the class I thought that this marble is actually me.  It’s weird but I sort of expressed it in my poem.  Then the last few minutes of class, I got the sense that I’m actually improving slowly and I can only depend on God to help me in my writing.  The day ends with myself in my dorm getting ready for a little get together at an area named the Coffeehouse.

Today, the second meeting with the group seemed more fast paced.  Everything was going really well.The instructor asked us to write a poem and a story.  I basically wrote a poem about my grandfather, who I never met but I thought it would be a good idea to paint a picture of him in my head.  I painted this picture of him as being this hardworking individual, coming to the US from Puerto Rico with his mind set upon a dream.  It was quite interesting, but seemed a little peculiar because I did not know anything about him.  But at least I know I tried.  Then, in the middle of the day, I reflected on my writing, and compared it to what I am seeing in the book that we received, which is part of the program.  I noticed that in my writing I’m not so descriptive so that is something I need to work on.  The day came to an end, with me walking around, reading a passage from the book in this serene area and jotting down some notes.  I love it here.

The first day I entered I expected a more boring class where all we do is just write.  My teacher/instructor, Tori, made the class very entertaining.  She said, “Think of anything to write. Just write and  try to think outside the box a little – just have fun while writing.”  I thought this was pretty interesting because I never wrote without given a topic.  But it suit me best and now I’m more comfortable with it.

While in class, there was moment where we had to make a timeline.  This timeline must be creative; nothing historical but more about yourself and your family.  While making the timeline, she told us to choose something from the line and basically write about it.  I choose the year when N.Y.C underwent a blackout, I made it very interesting.

After class, the day went on, I met new friends and became very excited that each day I will approach such kind people.