In contrast to my first blog post, this one’s going to be quite a bit shorter. The following is the result of a short assignment I had to do in my English 101 class. The assignment was to write a paragraph describing what our happy place was without explicitly stating what it was. The point was to make the readers guess until it became more clear. Here’s what I wrote.
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Every day of the year for two hours or more each day, you’ll find me sitting there on a bench with the world tuned out and not a single worry or thought passing through my head except for where to place my fingers next. For a lot of people, having to know exactly which finger to place on which of the 88 possible options is too much, but after 13 years, the piano is my escape from reality. Whether it’s a piece from the past, a completely new one, or something I completely make up on my own, sitting there and letting the music flow from my brain, to my heart, to my fingers, and ultimately to the keys provides me with a sensual experience that not even a hypnotist can match. All too soon, however, it’s back to real life – homework, school, and work. The thing that keeps me going is those 2+ hours each day where nothing else matters.
-JA
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