Writer's Corner

The following four articles and stories were produced out of an ongoing student writer’s group that meets once a week. Students were shown the picture here and told to write anything they wished.

Watching the Clock

by Mara Pennell, H.W.

Time flows or maybe it drips. The seconds melting like candle wax. This is the way time moves for me... at least sometimes. Other times it moves like an express train, with no station stops. Making me wonder if I will ever complete my projects.

The Truth is I know time isn’t real. It is a construct. We measure it in days, weeks, months and years or maybe we measure it in minutes, seconds and nanoseconds. However, really truly, there is only now. It is all we can ever live. Now.

When I was a child my experiences flowed one into another. I was unaware of the concept of time in the same way I experience it today. It often seems to go quickly and I wonder if this is because I am so much better at the Now? Two years ago seems like two minutes. Time loses its continuity. How is it my granddaughter is 17 when I remember when she was born like it was yesterday. It feels like yesterday. I feel the same.

The oldest I ever feel internally is 19 years old. I still feel 19 inside in my being-ness. Actually, that isn’t quite true. I assigned that number because inside my being-ness, I feel ageless. Yet, when I try to do something like when I was a 19 year old, I laugh and laugh because I can’t! There also seems to be a 10 year old boy who is my internal, humor curator. Then there is the platinum haired old lady I see in my mirror.

Who are all these people?