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Party Shoes Finally, I decide it’s time to organize my

closet. For months I have just been throwing
The room is cold my cloth, books, and bags in there. It is a
Dark, quiet, good representation of my life. Not sure what
is going on in there or where to start in order
Clothes hanging to fix it. I open the door, turn the light on and
Clothes piling find myself confronted by a pile as tall as I am
of cloth. It smells of dust and sweat and a
Memories of past, couple minutes in I already want to close the
The laughs, door and forget about it. “No” I tell myself.
The cries, Today is the day I get my life together. I grab
an armful of cloth and start separating them.
Long nights,
Darks on one side, lights on the other. I grab
Rude awakenings, my jacket and put them back on their
hangers. Grab my school bag which has
Worn out soles found itself useless this semester and throw it
Stains, marks on the top shelf along with my suitcases.
Stories I hold,
Witness to new loves, Finally after what felt like hours of sorting the
pile of cloth I got to the bottom. Below all of it
A friend through broken hearts
were a couple pairs of shoes. My sperrys
which I never wear anymore because I don’t
Collecting dust like dressing preppy anymore. My dress
It pains to wonder, shoes which have had no occasion to be
Where did the good times go worn in since the quarantine started. And
finally my old, stained, smelly whitish vans.
Looking at them brings back so many
memories. Good ones from the best nights of
my life. Some of the worst moments too. I
should clean them but don’t want to erase the
memories. Hopefully the world goes back to
normal soon and I get to make more stories
with them.
Remix: ​Week 9 Collaborate: And in the end...
Reflection:

Over this year we read many pieces. From the book ​How To Do Nothing​, articles and
poems we always kept reading different genres of writing. This helped us learn about how an
author has a voice. Our main read this year was ​How To Do Nothing.​ From the beginning I
knew I would like this book. This book is going to teach me how to get even better at something
I already knew I figured. Reading it however I realized that it was quite the opposite. It was a
sort of guide on how to become more productive. The book helps you make the realization of
what matters and does not matter which allows you to become more productive. As well as
telling the reader to realize how beautiful the world around us really is when we spend time
looking at it. The book tells us how there are alternative ways of living other than the regular
path. I gave examples of how people chose to live off the grid in the 1960s and how some
people are doing the same in modern times. I really enjoyed this book and will attempt to apply
some of what I learned in it in my life.
I was not sure what to expect from this class when I first signed up. It just sounded better
than the other options. I know that I’m not the most creative person ever but I was hoping that
this class would help me. In the beginning I was not stepping out of my comfort zone much. I
was doing what I knew worked. However over the semester I saw my classmates trying new
types of writing and perfecting their poem writing. Due to that I decided to start writing poems. I
was never a fan of writing poems in high school. However this class allowed me a large amount
of freedom with the topics for my poems. I would not call myself a poem writer but I do believe I
am better able to understand and write them now compared to six months ago. I hope to keep
practicing with them and become able to write good sounding poems without taking too long like
some of my classmates are able to.