‘Grapefruit is the bane of my existence”
If I were you I would surely be thinking, “Why the hell is grapefruit the bane of your existence?” I never have the patience to deal with metaphorical titles that connect to the narrator in some contrived way, but there is no other way to describe this point of my life. Middle School for most people is the most unbearable, horrifying, and lack for a better word, crappiest point of most their life in school.
We always have philosophical discussions about the media and how it distorts our self image. Whether it be in a class or with friends it usually goes like this, “ ‘Obviously that is not real’, ‘ Well someone should change the media’, ‘Those models are dangerously skinny’, ‘blab, blah, blah…’.” It is the same conversation over and over again and we discuss how disgusting we think the media is and how we need to change these images. I love how we all disagree with the media but we buy into it and help feed the monster our self image on a silver platter. To quote Sir-Mix-A-Lot, “ When it comes to females, Cosmo ain’t got nothin’ to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha, ha only if she’s 5’3”. All girls are hypocritical, we disagree with the image the media is feeding us but we stop feeding ourselves to meet that image.
I cannot use the epithet that would really greatly describe how my seventh grade was, to use the cleaner version, it was just simply bad. If 36-24-36 were the perfect measurements I was way too off!
I found the writing group to be extremely beneficial . Reading my essay out loud helped me see the flaws in my writinG. When you write you are in your head and you know what you are trying to say, since you know the story you cannot judge if your writing was effective in showing your story. Since my essay is not completed my group gave me great ideas of how to finish my essay.