WEEK 1
Mon, Mar 30
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Early 6 something -6:52- woke up, tried to ignore the
surprisingly loud munching in the corner of my room, groaned internally as I
wondered why I had ever agreed to babysit a ferret (oh by the way mom, I
babysat a ferret)
7 something- got up, took the ferret’s (whose name is
Noodle) food bowl out of the cage and slinked back into my bed, blissful
until I heard it, the sound of rain I sighed and braced myself
7 something (moments later)- there it was the soft whining
of my dog onyx, who for some strange reason is scared to death of
thunderstorms even though he used to love him when he was a puppy, I help him
get on my bed, the shivering mass of black fur tries to snuggle close to me.
He’s vibrating at a speed that is definitely not compatible with sleep and I
plop him softly on the foot of my bed. Murmuring “I’m sorry buddy, you’re ok”
I lay back down, I can still feel him shaking. I relocate him to the daybed
and try not to see the look of slight betrayal that shines through the dim
grey light
late 7 something-8- the thunder has stopped, I haven’t
been back to sleep since six, I watch vines and go downstairs, take my dog
out, or rather, watch him walk out onto the steps, feel a raindrop, and then
quickly come back inside
8-8:45 eat a bagel, some pineapple, charge my computer,
drink some water, tried to fiddle with my blog
8:45-8:59 changing my blog up, finally got all my
blog pages to show up however they are
on the bottom of the page
9:06-I have a dentist appointment at four, and I have a
paper to finish for another class due at the end of the school day, plus I
still have to put in my 8 hours, I make a quick mental checklist 1. Write
paper 2. Write book 3. remember to freaking floss
9:06-10:06- finished the outline for my school essay, put
butter on the counter to soften so I can have bread for a snack later.
10:07-12pm played with ferret, changed clothes, had a
quick lunch with friends at waffle house, saw a man who looked like a turkey,
was inspired to create a character
12:00-2:51- worked on essay
3:15-3:30 my dad picked me up to go to the dentist, my
nana was with him. We dropped her off at Cumberland to get shoes to match her
new purse.
3:3-4:30 at the dentist, they said I had really good
teeth, I don’t know how they expect you to answer their questions with a
sharp metal instrument in your mouth
4:30-5:00ish at Cumberland to pick nana back up, she
wandered off to mail something and the up escalator was broken so she took a
little while getting back. I was starving (note eat something before going to the dentist, cause
that half hour wait afterward will kill ya) ended up grabbing Chinese food
and eating for a few minutes
5:30-1:40 am- back at the house, ran around my room trying
to find my good notebook (it has really big pages, thick paper, doesn’t smudge)
and wrote, only got up to turn the lights on when it got dark. I realized as
I looked at my ideas and outlines that the world I created could not 1. Be
fully comprehended by 6 year olds in the amount of words I had to limit
myself too, and 2. Could not be drawn to justice. I had to limit myself on
what is physically possible for me to illustrate at least sort of decently
and all but one of my ideas had to be scraped. Keeping my ideas simple,
contained, manageable has always been hard and it matters now more than ever
that I don’t bite off more than I can chew.
Hours for Day:8
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Tues, Mar 31
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4:54-59-wake up for some reason, I don’t quite remember what
but I took a screenshot of both times the significance I assume will return to
me when I go back to that dream filled delirious state
6:53-8:05-woke up, had a scary dream about dogs- the senior
class was on a field trip and we went to a cafeteria, I opened the giant
commercial fridge and there was an apartment in there with all these little
weird looking dogs but they were nice, they looked like a cross between a
wiener dog and a pug, I explore the creepy apartment and see a Chihuahua
peeking its head out of a closet door, I open the door further and it’s a
Chihuahua’s head and front legs on like a mastiff’s lower body, I look further
into the closet and there is a dog made up of entirely of hind legs, no head,
just four hind legs, I woke up disturbed, but crawled out of bed to the sound
of my dog whining.
8:05-8:15- Took onyx out, back in bed, tried to back to
sleep
8:15-8:55- sleep didn’t really happen, but unfortunately I
have to get up for real now
8:55-9:05- gave onyx a belly rub and discovered that he had
a small cut on his back leg, I called my mom and she scheduled a vet
appointment for 10:30am
9:05-10:11- ate breakfast and got onyx’s stuff ready
10:11-10:30- threw a bagel under the broiler cause I was
still hungry, ran upstairs to change out of pjs, and then ran immediately back
downstairs as I realized that my bagel was burning
10:30-11:30- came home from vet, onyx is fine, ate pineapple
11:30-11:30- did stuff around the house, started to pack for
my trip to Miami, didn’t really write at all, will have to make up the hours on
Friday
Hours for Day:zero
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Wed, Apr 1
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7:33-8:54 I wake up, the sun cuts golden light into my room,
my skin glows, I take a couple selfies, I take my dog for a quick walk and
slink back under the covers.
9:01-10:03 I peruse social media, amidst the artfully
filtered Instas and blurry Snapchats of
people screaming for no reason I find an article about a math prodigy. She’s
ten years old, has a pretty brown skin, a big smile, and wears her hair in the
braided style I used to rock when I was younger. She reminds me of myself,
except that she’s already in college. Her name is Esther Okade. I no longer
worry about trying to “dumb down” my book, kids are smart.
10:05-11:01 Cleaned my room up, I am a very messy and
disorganized person by nature (you only have to peer at my dad’s tornado of an
office to see where I get it from) in order for me to be productive I need lots
of space (I write on my stomach and occasionally flop my legs about) and lots
of light. I’m kinda like a plant.
11:31-3:05 I draw, well doodle rather, since I have to
illustrate the book as well as write it I decided to work on making my stick
figures into something more substantial. Spoiler alert: I can’t draw. The
illustrations for this book are gonna be interesting…
3:07-4:58 someone please remind me to get a bigger trash can
for recycling because the one I have now simply cannot hold all of my crumpled
failures. But that’s good though right? Progress. My friend Levi calls me and
asks if I want to go to Waffle House. I say yes, not because I want Waffle
House but because Cami Creamery is across the street from it and I want ice cream. I bring my
notebook. We eat.
5:00-5:17 We stop at a gas station, I see a man with
vitiligo, his brown skin stops just under his nose and is replaced by creamy
white. He looks cool. I wonder to myself is I’ve ever seen a kid with vitiligo
in the media. I haven’t.
6:02-7:10 We decide to get an early dinner, this time at a
different Waffle House. Fact! Young adults are never full for more than 30
minutes. We talk about seeing a movie, I throw out Home. I’ve been wanting to
see it for a while and I think it’ll help me out with this project. In the
midst of deciding Levi gets a phone call from her mom. Apparently now were
taking some of her little siblings and cousins to the movies with us.
7:15-8:32 We drive to Levi’s Mom’s house and exchange Levi’s
car for a much bigger one. A parade of children flow from the front door; two
girls, four and maybe six, two boys, around six and eight, and two more girls,
tweens, around fourteen or fifteen. Levi’s cousin, a boy of nineteen, slips in
the front seat and casually puts in his headphones. I found out why as ten
seconds into the car ride the kids start screaming. SO-AND-SO IS TOUCHING ME!
SO-AND-SO IS HOGGING THE BOOK! SO-AND-SO CAN’T EVEN READ ANYWAY! Instantly camp
counselor mode clicks in; my soft but firm voice (“we can’t distract the driver
y’all”) is punctuated by Levi’s sharp
look that comes from the rearview. The kids settle. We make it to the movie.
8:35-10:10 We watch the movie, I’m using this as a possible
source of inspiration so I look at it with a critical eye, making mental notes.
The main character is a girl named Tip, which itself is unusual (her full name
is Gratuity) Her hair is an afro of bouncy curls and she has medium brown skin.
She also has a body type that is different from the norm, she’s curvy, shaped
like a pear; quite unlike the lithe, hour-glass shaped characters most of us
grew up on. Even her voice is different, she has an island accent.
From a
filmmaking standpoint the movie was cute but a lackluster, at least for the
adults anyway. The kids loved it and no wonder, it’s geared entirely towards
them. If you’ve ever seen Shrek or even some Spongebob episodes you’ll know
that the creators put some jokes in their specifically for the adults that just
fly over the kid’s head. This movie had none of those, but why should it? This
movie is made for children, not everything has to cater to us. At times I felt
like they broke the suspense too soon, you want the audience to be on the verge
of tears before pulling them back. I enjoyed it but it reminded me not to fall
upon the same old tropes and story arcs that dominate children’s media.
10:15-12:13am I write, research a little about Home and how
it was made. I’m just trying to get ideas out.
A movie about aliens called Boov was produced I can come up with
something.
Hours for Day
7
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Thu, Apr 2
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9:05-9:45am wake up and peruse social media, on Vices
Snapchat they are talking about “redefining beauty for the next generation”; a
model who wore her natural hair on the runway, a girl who changed herself to
look like a fairy. I am intrigued.
10:37-1:20pm I write.
1:30-1:51pm My older cousin Jerry (Mom’s age, not old, old)
is in town and he likes to read just
like I do. We drive to the used bookstore.
2:00-3:45pm I peruse the book store, petting random shop
cats and looking at vintage children’s books. The common theme back then was to
anthropomorphize everything and give anything with eyes mischievous eyebrows. I
buy so many books they give me a free t-shirt.
4-7pm I write. Nothing seems to be good. Perfectionism when
it comes to my writing has gotten me in trouble before and I need to realize
that things aren’t going to be perfect and that changing my mind and jumping
from idea to idea is only going to leave me with half-written stories and
heartbreak rather than the actual finished project I need to produce.
7:45-8:30 My mom and Jerry are going to dinner. I get
dressed and hop in the car because, hey, food.
8:30-11:15pm We have dinner at St. Cecilia (I recommend getting the Astral Plane if you go). I reach for a
piece of bread ( I love bread) and accidentally move the parchment paper into the
candle. I start a small fire. I learned that I can remain calm in mildly threatening situations. I also learned that parchment paper burns really fast,
and if you say “fire”, you will have to repeat it 2 more times before anyone actually
pays attention to you.
Hours for Day about 7
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Fri, Apr 3
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4:30-7:32 I have a flight to
Miami and I haven’t packed yet. I pack, we (my mom, Jerry, and I) climb into
the rental and ride, yawning, towards the sunrise
7:32-9:13 I’m on the plane. I
try to sleep but fail, try to write but fail, try to draw and… surprisingly
don’t fail my doodles are coming out like actual people instead of abstract
art. I think I might actually be able to illustrate this thing.
9:30-11:31 We go to a Cuban
restaurant for breakfast. I drink café con leche and eat scrambled eggs.
12:02-2:00 We get to the
hotel and change into shorts (even the thought
of jeans in Miami is sweat-inducing) and explore the hotel; my best friend Mia
arrives. The hotel is made out of white marble, so much that I doubt there’s
any left in nature. The sun bounces off of it and makes my eyes hurt.
2:00-4:41 We hit the pool and
by hit, I mean lay on pool chairs and look at the pool. If it’s less than five
feet deep is it even worth getting into? I like to jump in 6-year-old style.
I’d hurt myself if I tried that here. The grass is the softest I’ve ever felt.
I realize it’s fake. A blur of romance languages all around me. There are
European women walking around who are more tan than I am. We’re in Florida but
the only bugs I see are two ants trying desperately to climb up a palm. I touch
the tree to see if it’s fake; It’s not. It’s hot out here, I squint at the sun.
4:45-5:37 I take a nap or at
least try to
5:37-6:44 We get ready for
dinner
9:30-2:55am I stayed up and
worked; I realized that people had been texting me and briefly wondered what
time it was over there, then I realized that I was in Florida and that there
was no time zone change and that if I thought there was it was probably time
for me to go to bed. I slept well.
Hours:7
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WEEKEND/MAKE-UP HOURS?
TOTAL HOURS REQUIRED FOR WEEK:30
TOTAL HOURS COMPLETED FOR WEEK:29
WEEK 2
Mon, Apr 6
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(again, I did stuff anyway)
8:38 got up, said goodbye to
my friend
10:00 noticed that I was
covered in hives, between the sun and the salt my skin wasn’t having it. Eczema
wont let me be great, sighed, got breakfast
11:40 had one last piece of
bacon in front of the view
1:17 packed and on the way to
the airport, “Hit The Road, Jack” is playing in the Uber. Fitting.
3:15 I try to work on the
plane but then abandon the idea. I’m tired.
7:00 I’m settled at home and
I start working. Adventures in parasailing has made me want to write about a
quest (long story short we hiked/biked/walked over 10 miles, went to 3
different hotels, and we’re put into the harness by a guy who was vaping
something that smelled like cupcakes. Fun time overall). I write.
8:22 I see a cool picture of
a jewelry designer’s work and I’m intrigued by the dim water and flowing ink.
Maybe this could be the inspiration for the villain?
4:23am I see a hexagonal
quilt on insta and immediately think
dragon scales but I don’t want this to be the traditional “kill the dragon,
save the princess” type book. I write, trying to rework the classic.
5:40 I stop writing
5:44 I go on random people’s
singing vines, hoping that the music will help me fall asleep it kinda does.
Hours: just under 11
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Tues, Apr 7
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12:30 I finally get up
3:00-3:15 I take a break
3:16-7:20 I work; writing.
7:27-10:00 My friend is having her birthday dinner at Flip.
My Sprite comes out smoking from what, presumably is liquid nitrogen. I am both
slightly amused and vaguely concerned. I want some liquid nitrogen now.
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Wed, Apr 8
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8:45 I wake up
9:00-9:50 I work
9:53-10:15 My oven doesn’t explode, I eat my bagel
4:00-4:10 I take my dog out for a short walk
5:10-5:24 walk home
5:30-8:30 work
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Thu, Apr 9
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12:59-3:01 I walk to Five Guys and have lunch and then I
walk to Cami Creamery and then walk back to my house
3:15-4:20 I work
4:35-7:30 I finish the final outline for my book
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Fri, Apr 10
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5:43 I wake up
8 something- 3 I woke, I go
to chapel and watch Camille and Clemantine give their
talks and attend the lunch with Clemantine. I asked her a question and her response really struck with me
4 onward- I get ready to go to my
friends birthday party
hours 5
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WEEKEND/MAKE-UP HOURS?
TOTAL HOURS REQUIRED FOR WEEK:30
TOTAL HOURS COMPLETED FOR WEEK:41
WEEK 3
Mon, Apr 13
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10am-4pm alternated between working in the library for a few
hours and in the College Counseling room, grabbed sushi for lunch, had a
creative writing meeting, finished story I had started over the weekend
hours6
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Tues, Apr 14
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Wed, Apr 15
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10-4 worked on story, sent it to Mr. MB, got pizza, here’s a
pic of me in the CC conference room
lamenting about my stressful life
hours 6
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Thu, Apr 16
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8:15 I wake up
12-5 I attempt to clean my room and apply for a summer
internship
8-10 make and eat dinner
hours 0
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Fri, Apr 17
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4-5 got supplies
hours 7
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Sat, Apr 18
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5:57 wake up
9-3:30pm sketch
3:31-4:30 break for lunch
4:35-7:30 sketch
7:32-8:00 break for dinner
(ricotta on toast)
8:05-10:30 sketch
hours 12
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Sun, Apr 19
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5:49 wake up
8-3 sketch
3:10-3:45 go to Costcos,
resist the urge to buy a two pack of calculators (the cools ones that print
receipts)
4-12 finish sketching and
start painting (with a break in between for dinner) I give up and go to bed
when I realize I wont be able to finish. Struggle.
Hours 14
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WEEKEND/MAKE-UP HOURS? yep
TOTAL HOURS REQUIRED FOR WEEK:36
TOTAL HOURS COMPLETED FOR WEEK:52
WEEK 4
Mon, Apr 20
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9:30-10:50 finish painting
11:00-11:45 grab Mellow Mushroom w/ Sydney, watch The Office
during lunch
12:00-4:00 inked
4:30-7:30 went home, and FINISHED INKING
hours 8 |
Tues, Apr 21
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9:00-1:00 I scanned and edited my pictures before Karey
kicked me out so she could scan something
1:05-2:00 lunch
2:05- 5:00 I finished scanning, and uploaded and edited all
my pictures, experienced some trouble and a couple of pics don’t have text, but
I decided for once, to let it go
5:15-5:30 ate ice cream to celebrate my uploading even
though my book isn’t actually on its way to be finished yet
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Wed, Apr 22
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7:50-8:00 have some huge strawberries for breakfast
8:05-10:40 do all the last little annoying edits and
formatting things and ORDER MY BOOKS, they will be here Friday
Hours 2
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Thu, Apr 23
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8- 4 I go to school for the last day of uniforms and am too
busy running around with sharpies to get much work done, I eat lunch at the
picnic, I continue gathering my thoughts and pictures to make my blog, I wait
for my book to come
6-9:20 I work on writing blogs and I eat a really good salad
hours 5
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Fri, Apr 24
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8:20-10:30 I arrive at school
for dress up day and to do the offering, I go to Mrs. Spencer’s office and get
a doughnut that matches my dress, I retreat to the library until chapel
10:35-12 chapel, picture
taking, muffin buying
12:15-3:00 I go back to the
library but can’t really focus I watch Netflix and dance around, excited for my
book to come
3:00-4:00- I go to a
classroom and watch Netflix too keep me from freaking out about the
possibility of my book being late GET MY BOOKS!
5-9 write blogs
hours 4 |
Sat, Apr 25
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12 -5 Expanded on blogs,
hours:5
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Sun, Apr 26
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5pm -3:25 finished blogging
(sans final reflection and extra pictures )
hours 10
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WEEKEND/MAKE-UP HOURS? yep
TOTAL HOURS REQUIRED FOR WEEK:36
TOTAL HOURS COMPLETED FOR WEEK:43
FINAL LOG TALLY
Hours Required Per
Week _36_______
Week 1 Project Hours
Completed _29_____
Week 2 Project Hours
Completed _41_____
Week 3 Project Hours
Completed __52____
Week 4 Project Hours
Completed __43____
Total Hours Required
__132____
Total Hours
Completed__165___
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