..after going back to school from summer break.
I remember spending my summers at home, watching television, hanging out, always trying to have “the best summer ever” (which always ended up being average for some reason), but I don’t remember ever picking up a pencil or a pen to do any form of writing because I didn’t have to!
Besides, after writing and reading about things that we’re not fully interested in for 9 months out of the year, who in the right mind would want to pick up a pen and write an essay?
After going back to school, we pull out our notebooks,
Whoa, that feels weird..
take out our pens,
How the heck do I hold this thing again?
and take good notes.
Oh, what?! That is NOT my writing. I can barely read that stuff.
And as we write, we notice that our hand is experiencing a major workout. Poor hand muscles have been deteriorating for the whole summer due to lack of practice. And now we have to get buff hands all over again. I just think that the feeling itself, of holding a writing tool after not using one for months, is just so strange . . . so weird. . . so . . . awkward.