Alan Cyprus Dale (todaysweather) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-10-08 21:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | october 2011 |
Who: Alan and Mary Ann
What: Homework help and general sibling bonding
When: Sometime during the week after his class
Where: Dale residence
Rating: Low
The candle in Alan's room was almost down to the wick. It was still lit though, still dancing and wiggling around in its ember-like way. Alan liked it, and when it ran out, he would take it to his mother so she could get him a replacement immediately. The Dale's had learned long ago to keep their pantry stocked up with candles for Alan. Whenever they ran out, so did Alan's good mood, it seemed. Lucky for them, this candle had a decent six hours or so left in its life, and their pantry still had about a dozen or so replacement candles just in case.
Alan wasn't watching his candle like he always did though. He wasn't sticking his thumb out the window to measure air currents or even solving complex mathematical equations in his diary. No, Alan wasn't doing any of these things. Alan was sitting at his desk trying to figure out what his professor meant by a comment left on his latest English assignment. The comment read: "Use your imagination. Show, don't tell. Keep practicing." Alan's forehead wrinkled with concentration. Anyone could tell that he was using every single one of his brain cells to try and understand what the professor meant.
Use his imagination? He had tried that. Apparently, he wasn't creative enough to come up with something that actually merited reading. Show, don't tell. This was the most confusing part of it all. How was he supposed to show what he was writing if he was just writing it? It wasn't like he could control the weather and make it like it was in the story. And then... Keep practicing. How could someone with a decent course load of classes, a part time job and a mild autistic condition find the time to keep practicing with writing? It was bewildering at best. Alan sighed and sat back in his chair. This was hopeless.