Posted by: bribraxt | March 2, 2009

Learning to Love you More #11, #53, #60

Assignment #11
Photograph a scar and write about it.

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When I was 4 or 5 years old, my mom and I were walking to the post office along a rural gravel road. I held my mom’s hand as I skipped along. Suddenly I fell and cut my knee on a sharp rock. My knee began to gush blood everywhere. It ran down my leg and all over the ground. My mom quickly picked me up and rushed back to the house. We never got to the post office.

My mom and dad placed me on the dinner table like they were performing surgery. They cleaned out my knee, getting all the tiny bits of gravel and dirt from the cut, then bandaged it up. I still remember that I felt that if all my blood ran out of my body I would shrivel up like a deflated balloon.

I find my scar really cool because it looks like an eye. I never want it to go away.


Assignment #53
Give advice to yourself in the past.

To Brittney Age 6: Don’t bother trying to call Dad and wish him a Happy Father’s Day. He’s crazy and will just scare you for the next 14 years till he messages you online, which is even crazier. Tell mom it’s going to be okay while you’re in California, things will get better and be safer.


To Brittney Age 11: Being a 6th grader will be hard, and friends you will meet will blow you off. But in the future, you will be 200x cooler than them and doing better things with your life. DaNeesha will be pregnant, TaShawn will be pregnant and in jail, Maria becomes a crackhead, and the rest of the crew fades off into nothing. So even though they randomly ignore you after that slumber party, it’s okay. You should be friends with Carol and Julie instead, who are a lot smarter than those dumb girls.


To Brittney Age 12: Don’t go to that sorry excuse of a computer teacher’s house. Why would a computer teacher need help on her own computer? She just wants to use you to clean her house for $10. And she will knock on your door multiple times, just open the door and say, “Fuck off!” …Or maybe have mom say this.


To Brittney Age 17: When Nick breaks up with you, it’s not the end of the world. It sounds like a good idea to jokingly hire a “hitman” on him during lunch out of your confused emotions, but he could really get hurt. His parents will never really forgive you for that. Nick will come back after a few years of much needed growing up and you two will be great friends. Instead of mourning over the end of this relationship, the energy could be used to finishing all the unfinished art projects you start.

Assignment #60
Write a press release about an everyday event.

After pressing the snooze button twice in the morning, Brittney Braxton wakes up to get ready for the day. She slides on her fuzzy purple slippers, grabs her tote and a blue washcloth and heads down the hall to the women bathroom. Bimg_41111raxton rubs her eyes as she pops in her contacts. She turns on the water, her hand testing the temperature. When just right, she pulls out a yellow cup with her toothbrush and toothpaste. Braxton rinses out the cup and fills it halfway with water. Removing the toothbrush from the green toothbrush holder, she runs it under the water. Turning off the water, she gently applies the blimg_4112ue gel across the bristles.

Braxton put the toothbrush in her mouth, and made the magic work. 2 minutes, 120 seconds, one round of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. The foosha foosha foosha filled the cavernous room as she brushed her teeth. Braxton stared blankly into the mirror, one hand on her hip as the brush worked around each tooth. Whenever dribble ran down her chin, she quickly wiped it up with the blue washcloth. Spitting white foamy toothpaste into the sink, she turned the water on again. Quickly brushing her tongue and spitting into the sink again, she took a sip of water rinsing out her mouth. Cleaning off her toothbrush, Braxton replaces it into the holder and smiles, refreshed. “Time to start the day,” she declared excitedly.

She quickly scrubs her face with mint scented facial wash, cleaning it with the towel then hurries back to her room. The day has begun. img_4114



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