School’s Cool…

Being back in college has caused me to truly grasp how stupid I am.

No, not in the unintelligent way, although as of late, that has been a thought because learning Spanish is quite the Herculean task…

I mean more in the common sense department. As in, I really should have probably applied myself more in those days so that I wouldn’t have to apply myself so much right now.

But no… at 15, 16 and 17 I knew everything I needed to know about life, love and the pursuit of happiness and none of that had to do with high school or education. As a matter of fact, high school was nothing more than a place I went in order to see friends (what few I actually had who would claim me in public settings).

Come to think of it, I kind of hated high school. Somewhere along the road through middle school I got shoveled to the side of the road and was playing catch-up for the next few years, and as the cog of education seems to be, it just keeps churning, regardless of who it chews up in the process. Mind you, I don’t blame the system for my lack of participation in my own life, however it did play into it.

I loved math, I loved science, I kind of disliked English and I abhorred any P.E. class there was. With my love of math and science, you would assume that I would truly enjoy chemistry, and yet it was one of my worst classes. There was a concept that  just didn’t grasp that may have been due to me missing a few key classes that explained the whole process…oops. Phys ed classes were nothing more than jocks picking on geeks. This was in a time when geeks were not chic and I was one of the targets that the jocks zeroed in on. Might have been my love of D&D, my intense draw to all things computer related, or the fact that at 17 I was 6′ tall and weighed in at maybe 160 pounds. That’s a big maybe by the way.

Whatever it was, I was the dork (was… is…. semantics) that got bullied by any guy who cold lift things up and put them down.

Oddly enough, one of the guys who decided that he needed to exert his presence upon my life in high school looked a lot like this guy. But… that’s enough of that memory lane nightmare flashback…

So there you have it. From math and science geek extraordinaire to English major…

Weird how 20 plus years of your life can change the way you view things.

Cause math is hard these days…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Land of Confusion.”

School’s Cool…

Being back in college has caused me to truly grasp how stupid I am.

No, not in the unintelligent way, although as of late, that has been a thought because learning Spanish is quite the Herculean task…

I mean more in the common sense department. As in, I really should have probably applied myself more in those days so that I wouldn’t have to apply myself so much right now.

But no… at 15, 16 and 17 I knew everything I needed to know about life, love and the pursuit of happiness and none of that had to do with high school or education. As a matter of fact, high school was nothing more than a place I went in order to see friends (what few I actually had who would claim me in public settings).

Come to think of it, I kind of hated high school. Somewhere along the road through middle school I got shoveled to the side of the road and was playing catch-up for the next few years, and as the cog of education seems to be, it just keeps churning, regardless of who it chews up in the process. Mind you, I don’t blame the system for my lack of participation in my own life, however it did play into it.

I loved math, I loved science, I kind of disliked English and I abhorred any P.E. class there was. With my love of math and science, you would assume that I would truly enjoy chemistry, and yet it was one of my worst classes. There was a concept that  just didn’t grasp that may have been due to me missing a few key classes that explained the whole process…oops. Phys ed classes were nothing more than jocks picking on geeks. This was in a time when geeks were not chic and I was one of the targets that the jocks zeroed in on. Might have been my love of D&D, my intense draw to all things computer related, or the fact that at 17 I was 6′ tall and weighed in at maybe 160 pounds. That’s a big maybe by the way.

Whatever it was, I was the dork (was… is…. semantics) that got bullied by any guy who cold lift things up and put them down.

Oddly enough, one of the guys who decided that he needed to exert his presence upon my life in high school looked a lot like this guy. But… that’s enough of that memory lane nightmare flashback…

So there you have it. From math and science geek extraordinaire to English major…

Weird how 20 plus years of your life can change the way you view things.

Cause math is hard these days…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Land of Confusion.”

http://ift.tt/1cx17Bv

Here’s My Opinion…

Here’s My Opinion…

Writers Gonna Write…

Writers Gonna Write…

I Might Be A Cynic…

I Might Be A Cynic…

Let’s Do A Twist…

As some of you know, I have a fiction blog over at R. Todd Writes, and for those that don’t, I invite you to click the link and check out some of my writing.

Here’s why I’m saying that. Today’s daily prompt (which I am actually writing about a day late), is all about twist endings and what not. Well, that happens to be something I really enjoy including in many of my stories. I find that the twist endings or the surprises in the last lines is akin to eating your bowl of Lucky Charms cereal and saving all the marshmallow (are they really marshmallow?) bits til the end.

Yes, that is actually something I did (along with most of you, I am sure). Why? Because I think we all like that kind of ending. The sweet surprise at the end. It’s something we hope for, and even look for, in the stories we read. It’s a kind of sentimental expectation.

When stories don’t end that way, I feel that there is some kind of let down. It’s the conclusion with out the fusion. The ending without the bending. The climax without the… nope, that’s all I had.

A lot of the novels I enjoy have this aspect in them: Ender’s Game; Wizard’s First Rule; Armor: all have endings that are twisted. The same is true with short stories: “The Lottery”, “A Good Man is Hard to Find”, “Tell Tale Heart”… ok, so those are kind of dark too. But the point is that I like that they just don’t tell a story, but that they are almost hiding something in the telling that gets revealed in the end.

Maybe that’s why I like mysteries and puzzles so much. Or maybe it’s because I like these kind of stories that make me like mysteries and puzzles.. I’m sure they are connected. Somehow.

But, yeah, all that to say…

If you like twist endings, go check out my other page for some of the stories.

Again, that link is R. Todd Writes.

That’s R. Todd Writes.

(I totally wanted to sound like a radio commercial with those last two lines)

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “What a Twist!.”

http://ift.tt/1FaDhFo

Let’s Do A Twist…

As some of you know, I have a fiction blog over at R. Todd Writes, and for those that don’t, I invite you to click the link and check out some of my writing.

Here’s why I’m saying that. Today’s daily prompt (which I am actually writing about a day late), is all about twist endings and what not. Well, that happens to be something I really enjoy including in many of my stories. I find that the twist endings or the surprises in the last lines is akin to eating your bowl of Lucky Charms cereal and saving all the marshmallow (are they really marshmallow?) bits til the end.

Yes, that is actually something I did (along with most of you, I am sure). Why? Because I think we all like that kind of ending. The sweet surprise at the end. It’s something we hope for, and even look for, in the stories we read. It’s a kind of sentimental expectation.

When stories don’t end that way, I feel that there is some kind of let down. It’s the conclusion with out the fusion. The ending without the bending. The climax without the… nope, that’s all I had.

A lot of the novels I enjoy have this aspect in them: Ender’s Game; Wizard’s First Rule; Armor: all have endings that are twisted. The same is true with short stories: “The Lottery”, “A Good Man is Hard to Find”, “Tell Tale Heart”… ok, so those are kind of dark too. But the point is that I like that they just don’t tell a story, but that they are almost hiding something in the telling that gets revealed in the end.

Maybe that’s why I like mysteries and puzzles so much. Or maybe it’s because I like these kind of stories that make me like mysteries and puzzles.. I’m sure they are connected. Somehow.

But, yeah, all that to say…

If you like twist endings, go check out my other page for some of the stories.

Again, that link is R. Todd Writes.

That’s R. Todd Writes.

(I totally wanted to sound like a radio commercial with those last two lines)

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “What a Twist!.”

Honest…

Honest…

A Joke A Day…

I’m more of a zinger kind of guy when it comes to the humor I like. Zinger as in.. short.. sweet.. funny.. deep and sometimes (read that as.. most times) even provocative (Who? Me? Never!) To that end, I tend to take the ones I like (from others and thoughts of my own) and create Instagram covers for them. It’s almost like my Peaches record album covers from back in the 80’s..

So.. here you have it.. a collection of my (or someone else’s) jokes…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ha Ha Ha.”

http://ift.tt/1GqoxSu

A Joke A Day…

I’m more of a zinger kind of guy when it comes to the humor I like. Zinger as in.. short.. sweet.. funny.. deep and sometimes (read that as.. most times) even provocative (Who? Me? Never!) To that end, I tend to take the ones I like (from others and thoughts of my own) and create Instagram covers for them. It’s almost like my Peaches record album covers from back in the 80’s..

So.. here you have it.. a collection of my (or someone else’s) jokes…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ha Ha Ha.”