I'm Back: Featuring Thoughts & Harry Potter 6
What you’re about to see is a writing I did back in September for my English class. Our assignment was to create a pastiche (an imitation of someone’s writing style) of Alice Walker. This was when I was randomly obsessed with the sixth Harry Potter book/movie, for no reason at all, so that was my source of inspiration.
So without further ado, I present to you, the pastiche:
It started on Chapter 9: The Half-Blood Prince. I had randomly decided to bring my copy of the sixth Harry Potter book to school (to read, obviously). And I specifically started at chapter 9 because it's the first day of classes for the main characters. This year, Harry and his classmates (they don’t use that weird word: peers) decide which courses they will continue into the N.E.W.T., the most advanced level.
Flash forward to Chapter 11: Hermione’s Helping Hand, which begins with: “As Hermione had predicted...” and reading the words after was like seeing a reflection of my own thoughts.
For me, adjusting to senior year has felt very difficult. The first week, even though I returned last year four days, nothing could’ve prepared me for the shock of being back with everyone. It was the most stimulation my brain ever felt. After getting over that, classes had already begun kicking my butt. I know what I signed up for, but I am literally spending hours and hours (several times past midnight) trying to understand the sheer content and keep up with homework and be prepared for assessments. That’s why when Harry says, “Not only were they studying as though they had exams every day, but the lessons themselves had become more demanding than ever before. Harry barely understood half of what Professor McGonnagall said to them these days; even Hermione had had to ask her to repeat instructions once or twice,” it brought me comfort knowing that what I’m feeling is okay because everyone in Harry Potter is also feeling the same way. It was not only like seeing my thoughts through a mirror, but being able to completely relate.
I had always relied on books and television to escape from reality. They’re essentially my coping mechanisms. But there comes a point when you have to be able to function in the current situation. That’s what I’ve been working towards, and in a totally not cliche way, an answer came to me while writing.
It was an interaction with a fellow classmate. We somehow arrived on the subject of a recent quiz, and both of us admitted how we were unable to solve the second problem. The conversation went further and it turned out that like me, my classmate was also struggling to understand the content and keep up in general. This distinct memory made me realize this was not the only interaction I’d had along the same lines. Now that I’m thinking about it, many people have said similar things. So what does that mean? I need to talk to people more. But in seriousness, it means I’m not alone in my thoughts. I have friends sharing the same feelings, so the sooner I acknowledge that, then this whole situation will be a lot more fun, because now I have others who understand, and we can all help each other with our problems.
End Thoughts:
This was the first time in a long time that I was able to write without ripping my head off. It felt like a whole different voice and unrecognizable from my usual tone: heavy, dark, serious, just overall emo. I suppose that reflects where I was, but there’s definitely a change. And even now I still have this different writing style, which is interesting.
I think I want to start blogging again, so lookout. There’s stuff coming.
We are waiting.
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