Blog#10
Ivan Kapkov
IB Literature & Performance
Monday :
Today I woke up as usual at 7:00 in the morning, cooked my self-breakfast and then started looking at my high school album and dream about howdy life would change if I was a regular girl. Later today my mother came home she was very upset and angry. I had no idea why but when she ripped up the paper I understood that the reason she is angry is that of me, I figured out what she was ranting about. After she lectured me about how I should become a responsible and strong woman, I really did try to explain to her why I just could not go out and talk to people but I knew that would just make her mad, and I’m not the person who likes to argue. Late at night, Tom came back from work, as usual, he argued with mother and went to see a movie.
Tuesday :
Tonight I woke up from a scary dream about how someone who I like will manage to break my favourite glass figure a Unicorn. It was so real like it's something that already happened or going to. I couldn't go back to sleep after this and immediately went to the room where all of the glass menageries where to check if everything is alright, everything was on the same places as I left them yesterday. I waited for everyone to wake up and told them about my dream after my mother listened to my story I saw judgement in her eyes and I understood that my mother thinks I’m crazy. Later that day I talked to Tom and asked him why and what’s wrong with me, he is the only person who definitely can and will understand me.
Wednesday :
Tom came back from work and started writing, I like and enjoy reading Tom’s poetry and because it’s coming from his soul it makes it special. My mother was on the phone with her friends, and my mother likes to act selfishly so she was distracting Tom and he couldn't write so I tried to make her talk quieter but she didn't listen and continue doing her thing. Tom tried to come himself down but he couldn't stand that so he just walked out and left. Mom didn’t care so she just went to sleep after the long talk, after playing with glass menageries I did the same thing.
Thursday :
This morning I woke up and Tom still wasn’t at home and I was worried because yesterday he was raised and just left, movies? I don’t think so, I asked my mother if she saw him but she didn't so I got scared because I don’t know any of his friends or where he usually goes. I was waiting for him until the afternoon but he didn’t come. I decided to go to the movie place to check if he was there, I was so scared to go outside of the house and to ask people if they saw him but it was important. I went to the movie theatre and asked the worker but they didn't recognize the picture of Tom that I showed. I went back home and begin to think what might happen to him.
Friday:
Early morning I woke up from hearing someone coming through the front door, and it was Tom smelly and dirty. I was happy but at the same time scared of what might have happened to him, obviously, because he wasn’t at home for 2 days. The only thing he said is: Laura don’t worry I'm fine just go back to sleep we will talk tomorrow. In the morning the first thing I did is I went to check on Tom and make sure he was fine, I came to his room and he wasn't there then I thought maybe that was a dream and he never got back home. Then I went to the kitchen and he was there writing poems and acting like nothing ever happened,
Saturday:
This morning he told me that the reason he left was to find some kind of inspiration to write his poems, and he did. He founded a park that was really far from the place we live so he went there after his work and set there for hours thinking and making decisions. Later in the day he left and left me a letter that he will be back soon. I was surprised that he left again and couldn't resist his love to poetry. I continued playing the piano and think of when Tom will return.
Sunday:
I woke up with only one thing on my mind did Tom find something else that can inspire him, he wasn't at home; so I cooked myself breakfast and did my daily routine. It was the middle of the night I was playing with my menageries and he walked in telling me how great it is to find the new thing and observe places around us. He asked me if I would like to go with him tomorrow, and I do because I really want to see the things that Tom get inspired by because maybe I will change too.
IB Literature & Performance
Monday :
Today I woke up as usual at 7:00 in the morning, cooked my self-breakfast and then started looking at my high school album and dream about howdy life would change if I was a regular girl. Later today my mother came home she was very upset and angry. I had no idea why but when she ripped up the paper I understood that the reason she is angry is that of me, I figured out what she was ranting about. After she lectured me about how I should become a responsible and strong woman, I really did try to explain to her why I just could not go out and talk to people but I knew that would just make her mad, and I’m not the person who likes to argue. Late at night, Tom came back from work, as usual, he argued with mother and went to see a movie.
Tuesday :
Tonight I woke up from a scary dream about how someone who I like will manage to break my favourite glass figure a Unicorn. It was so real like it's something that already happened or going to. I couldn't go back to sleep after this and immediately went to the room where all of the glass menageries where to check if everything is alright, everything was on the same places as I left them yesterday. I waited for everyone to wake up and told them about my dream after my mother listened to my story I saw judgement in her eyes and I understood that my mother thinks I’m crazy. Later that day I talked to Tom and asked him why and what’s wrong with me, he is the only person who definitely can and will understand me.
Wednesday :
Tom came back from work and started writing, I like and enjoy reading Tom’s poetry and because it’s coming from his soul it makes it special. My mother was on the phone with her friends, and my mother likes to act selfishly so she was distracting Tom and he couldn't write so I tried to make her talk quieter but she didn't listen and continue doing her thing. Tom tried to come himself down but he couldn't stand that so he just walked out and left. Mom didn’t care so she just went to sleep after the long talk, after playing with glass menageries I did the same thing.
Thursday :
This morning I woke up and Tom still wasn’t at home and I was worried because yesterday he was raised and just left, movies? I don’t think so, I asked my mother if she saw him but she didn't so I got scared because I don’t know any of his friends or where he usually goes. I was waiting for him until the afternoon but he didn’t come. I decided to go to the movie place to check if he was there, I was so scared to go outside of the house and to ask people if they saw him but it was important. I went to the movie theatre and asked the worker but they didn't recognize the picture of Tom that I showed. I went back home and begin to think what might happen to him.
Friday:
Early morning I woke up from hearing someone coming through the front door, and it was Tom smelly and dirty. I was happy but at the same time scared of what might have happened to him, obviously, because he wasn’t at home for 2 days. The only thing he said is: Laura don’t worry I'm fine just go back to sleep we will talk tomorrow. In the morning the first thing I did is I went to check on Tom and make sure he was fine, I came to his room and he wasn't there then I thought maybe that was a dream and he never got back home. Then I went to the kitchen and he was there writing poems and acting like nothing ever happened,
Saturday:
This morning he told me that the reason he left was to find some kind of inspiration to write his poems, and he did. He founded a park that was really far from the place we live so he went there after his work and set there for hours thinking and making decisions. Later in the day he left and left me a letter that he will be back soon. I was surprised that he left again and couldn't resist his love to poetry. I continued playing the piano and think of when Tom will return.
Sunday:
I woke up with only one thing on my mind did Tom find something else that can inspire him, he wasn't at home; so I cooked myself breakfast and did my daily routine. It was the middle of the night I was playing with my menageries and he walked in telling me how great it is to find the new thing and observe places around us. He asked me if I would like to go with him tomorrow, and I do because I really want to see the things that Tom get inspired by because maybe I will change too.
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