C is for Classroom; for all the inspirational and thought-provoking moments I have experienced.
I find it odd that a generally unproductive and lazy person like myself could become inspired to write with the flip of a switch. Of course, I am referring to the classroom.
At home, regardless of how much time I have to write, I find my works are of a lower quality than they would be if I were to write in the classroom. When I write in my bedroom, which happens often because of my tardiness, my writing takes a noticeable drop in quality. In class, I can write, annotate, and speak on subjects I’m completely alienated on just as well as I could one I’m familiar with. Yet, at home, the story shifts completely!
For me, it’s quite odd, as the home should be a comfortable place to write freely. Not bound by any rubrics or time constraints. In my home, I can’t help but feel all the pressures of time constraints and quality being forced upon me tenfold.
I believe this is the result of distractions, which surround me everywhere I look. Perhaps I could look out the window and admire another wonderful day. Perhaps my cat needs something from me, as she does tend to flop onto her back outside my door and cry to let her in. In fact, it often happens at the most critical of times, like when I need to hand in something before midnight. What do I hear outside my door wanting all my attention? It’s Nala.
I digress; however, as this theory is also quite flawed. When I’m in the classroom, the opportunity to be distracted is just as simple as if it were to happen at home. The only difference being that I would need to be a little bit more cautious when I’m slacking off. Nonetheless, I write poetry and surprise myself with just how many thought-provoking arguments my mind can conjure on any given subject.
Admittingly, I don’t quite know the answer to such a paradox, but it keeps me wondering. It may just be my unquenchable curiosity and pursuit for more knowledge, which comes alive only in the afternoon on Mondays to Fridays. It could be the fact I’m surrounded by brilliant minds anytime I’m in the classroom, so my mind gains the will to become as smart as they are. This may just be the case, as when I’m home alone in my own room, the only influence I have is my imbecilic self and a really loving cat.