Right now I should be typing my rough draft for English class, but I do not seem to be so intrigued by my subject. My teacher gave us the option to write about anything we wanted, anything at all. One girl is writing about sex, another about why the Pillsbury Doughboy is white, etc. I chose to write about Sesame Street, but it seems that I would of preferred that my teacher would had just chosen the topic for me. I do not know why it so difficult for me to write about something I choose on my own, what about having the freedom to write about what I want is so difficult? I truly don't know. In my process of opening up my word document to hopefully start on this rough draft, I noticed I have a new email from the FastWeb. There goes another distraction for me. I just began skimming through scholarships, maybe kill two birds with one stone and write an essay for a scholarship instead of Sesame Street. Seriously, why was the best choice for the title of the show, the magic words from Ali Baby or whomever? Couldn't they come up with something like Alphabeasts, the adventures of little monsters on their search for the missing letters of the alphabet. I just don't understand. Well, I was looking through scholarships and you better believe I was more excited about writing about my struggles and accomplishments much more than oh Sesame Street. I don't have anything against it, I mean I grew up with the show and love it to this very day, but I am just so frustrated with having to decide on what exactly to write about it. Good thing this email distracted me though because I came across this blog contest, and well who doesn't like to blog instead of writing an essay, right?
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You could write about how cookies have turned into a sometimes food, or the differences between Sesame Street now and 10 years ago, in general.
You could write about how frustrated Cookie Monster must have always felt--shoving all those cookies and plates and letter "C"s into his mouth to chew into tiny pieces, only to have them all fall out again because he has no esophagus, just a cloth lining.
I always felt bad for Cookie Monster as a child.
http://www.progressiveu.org/blog/sawaboof
"...There is a crushing guilt that comes with being a Catholic. Whether things are good or bad or you're simply... eating tacos in the park, there is always the crushing guilt."
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