Frozen

After a long summer and two full semesters without an English class, the composition compartment of my brain woke up from hibernation. Groggy and out of shape, I spent an entire week attempting to form cohesive thoughts together in a desperate effort to create a thesis. During my sleep I had, of course, written descriptive letters and journals; however, none of these activities maintained my high school conditioning. My experience this past week reminded me of an event that took place this summer.

My brother and his friends frequently take part in creative mischief. This summer they decided to use their man power to capture an innocent house fly in the name of science. John and his friend managed to hunt and successfully trap the fly. They then placed the creature in a Tupperware container and stowed it in the freezer. They hypothesized that the cold temperatures would greatly reduce the fly's energy levels; thus, leaving the fly in an incapacitated state. The fly then would be tied to a fishing line and given time to recuperate. Once stable the fly would be named and trained as a pet.

This past week I felt akin to the house fly. My writing skills had been stowed, persevered and frozen in the back of my mind. While compartmentalized, my legs were tied to a string. When I awoke, I not only suffered from and overwhelming brain freeze, but I soon discovered limitations to my writing ability. Mournful and distressed I belted out a mediocre essay. The good news is I am not a house fly but a student. A student, who with a good dose of coffee and effort, will break out of invisible bonds and write freely and gracefully.