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The Art in Writing 

December 16, 2025 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

Feature Post under The Bird on Fire’s Art Live! theme

By 8th-Grade Blogger Soleil Antle

Art comes in many different forms: painting, sculpture, drawing, etc. The Oxford English Dictionary states it’s the “expression . . . of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power” (arthistoryproject.com). There are so many artistic outlets, but there is something special about the art of writing. Through writing you can express yourself, explain logical facts, connect with your readers. I interviewed family friend Nancy Pedri, the Head of the Memorial University English Department. She recently published her comic book Town: St. John’s in Comics. She has published past works such as A Concise Dictionary of Comics. I asked her about writing and art. These were her responses. 

Soleil: What does writing mean to you?

Nancy: I try to write about three hours every day because writing is an activity that helps me relax. Writing is a way to discover what excites me, allowing me to create as I learn about and explore my thinking. I am mostly an academic writer, but although most people think of academic writing as not being creative, I feel it is very much a creative writing practice. All manipulation of language is creative. Getting information of any kind across to a reader and holding their attention is a creative act. Writing is a joy for me. I have edited some creative projects, like Town: St. John’s in Comics. These projects bring people together to explore a shared interest. In these instances, writing builds community. Writing opens your mind, and if you find the courage to explore what is in your mind and put it on paper, you will come out of the experience a changed person. 

Soleil: How do you feel you connect your emotions to your writing? 

Nancy: I choose to write on topics that interest me and that I feel make a difference in people’s lives, such as displaced people, violence, mental and physical illness, and media. When I write about these and other topics, I tend to examine questions of truth and authenticity (which is all about belief and honesty and not facts), how emotions and mental states are expressed in writing (in the study of narrative this is called focalization), and how readers are made to experience empathy for the characters they are reading about. Emotional engagement is at the core of all of these questions. It is not that I am emotional – although sometimes I do get emotional about my writing. Rather, I explore the emotions in writing. 

Soleil: What inspired you to write your recently published book? What is the background behind it? 

Nancy: I have a few recently published books. My two academic books, Experiencing Visual Storyworlds: Focalization in Comics and A Concise Dictionary of Comics (both published in 2022), were inspired by different needs. The first is co-authored and responds to a claim that our shared postdoctoral supervisor made about visual narratology (visual storytelling). The other was inspired by a colleague and now friend who, with me, agreed that the language we use to write about comics required more standardization so that readers and writers could gain knowledge from the academic work they were reading. 

My most recent book, Town: St. John’s in Comics, grew out of my absolute love for my city, St. John’s. It is a collection of eight short comic stories, each one about a particular St. John’s neighbourhood. These stories draw readers into the vibe of our city, its old streets and crooked homes. It is a book that speaks of home and of place. A book that helps you gain access to the oldest settled city of North America. And, it’s a book that speaks to the people of this city and to those who come through it on cruise ships or on vacations. 

There are few books on St. John’s in particular, and making one in the comics medium made sense to me. . . . Those who read it won’t forget those beautiful images and those engaging stories. 

Soleil: What do you think the “art of writing” means?

Nancy: The art of writing is a misnomer for me. I approach writing as a skill that can be learned and that requires much practice to perfect. . . .

Soleil: How do you think emotions are best expressed in writing?

Nancy: I feel emotions are best expressed through characters. If you can get the character’s thinking and feelings onto the page, readers will experience emotions. It isn’t an easy thing to do. Some may think plot is key to writing, but I feel character is, precisely because they grant you access to mental states: feelings, emotions, desires. Characters are the heart and soul of every good story for me. 

After talking with Nancy, I can see that she is very passionate about writing, and it is a joy for her at the end of a long day. She expresses writing as more of a “skill” than an “art” which is a very unique perspective that I wouldn’t have thought of myself. It’s one of the wonderful things about the brain. People look at the same thing and see something different which is fascinating. Writing is something Nancy connects with, something she feels and I think that people should embrace their emotions through writing. 

Soleil and sister Cleo celebrate Christmas with Antle family friends Nancy and Marko in 2017.

Filed Under: Aesthetic, Art, Letters, Philosophy Tagged With: Soleil Antle, The Art in Writing

FIREBIRD Letter to Palm Valley Community by Charles Schnell

February 28, 2020 by szachik@pvs.org 3 Comments

“Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth. . . . O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?

O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.” 

— Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel

Dear Palm Valley Community, 

If someone asked you, “Who are you,” how would you respond? “I’m a. . .” Student? Parent? Teacher? Social worker? Musician? Politician? Doctor? Athlete? Farmer? Architect? Clown?

Then, if someone asked you, “What are you?” how would your response change? Would it change at all? What’s the difference between “who” and “what” you are? Which one makes you happy? Which limits you? Which obstructs you from being the happiest you can possibly be? 

These questions are all asked and answered in Firebird, the new musical dramedy premiering at Palm Valley School this March. This play marks the return of the highly-regarded playwriting team of Mr. Chris Griffin and Mr. Ken Sarkis at Palm Valley School. (If you are a fan of shows such as Home Sweet Homer and Shakespeare at Starlucks, this newest musical of theirs is right up your alley!)

The play takes place over the span of the life of one person, named Arruda, as he travels throughout the world, bound to the task of defining “who” he is. There are no antagonists, other than life itself and that obnoxious, deceiving question, “Who are you?” During his voyage, Arruda encounters and learns from a wide array of odd folk who have already defined “who” they are and are quite comfortable with their answers, including a family who sweeps, the U.S. Common Core education system, successful businessmen whose specific company’s name we had to take out of the script (for copyright reasons), Buddhists and yogos, spirits of the Amazon river, and—everyone’s favorite type of people—self-absorbed actors.  

This person’s journey to self-discovery will be accompanied by only the greatest composers of the 19th and 20th century, such as Maurice Ravel and Igor Stravinsky, with modern, original lyrics to tell our story. 

Almost all of the 23 drama students in the Upper School Theatre Department will be playing multiple roles, and you better believe every single one will be acting, singing, and dancing their way through this existential, musical romp of self-discovery. And, to top it all off, you certainly don’t want to miss the show that will be Mr. Sarkis’s “Last Hurrah!” as a theatre director and teacher. You can expect that he is giving it his all! (As usual.) 

If you would like to join us on this young person’s journey, Firebird will be running for six shows in the MPR: March 20, 21, 27, 28, 29 at 7:30 p.m. and on March 22 at 2:30 p.m. Tickets will start at $15 for general admission and will cost $20 for premium seats. (To purchase tickets, you can do so at the link below* or at the door.) The department is hard at work rehearsing and producing Firebird, and we hope to see you there as what you truly are. 

On behalf of the cast and crew of Firebird, 

Charles Schnell

Editor: Luke Langlois

*To buy tickets for Firebird, click here: https://www.eventbrite.com/o/the-palm-valley-school-9832789066

Filed Under: Entertainment, Letters, Performances, School Events Tagged With: Charles Schnell, FIREBIRD Letter to Palm Valley Community by Charles Schnell

我不喜欢这世界,我只喜欢你。–Jeremy Cheng on the memoir “I don’t have a crush on the world, only on you”

November 15, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

Fashion & Food Critic and Blog Poet Jeremy Cheng reacts to the novel I don’t have a crush on the world, only on you, by QiaoYi, published by Hunan Children Publishing Company.

QiaoYi is not a proper writer but a recorder of normal life. She had a brother named Guanchao, a dog named Dollar, and a lover named Mr. F. She had the best girlfriend named Hao WuYi.

 

This book follows Yi and her lover from school uniforms to wedding dresses. Although the writing technique used is not a traditional Chinese writing technique, she uses many Chinese characters and makes them into elegant words to narrate her story.

 

I like this book because of its graceful writing, which not only shows a desirable life but also shows the style of writing and intoxicating vignettes.

Why QiaoYi wanted to publish her story

Microblog, a Chinese Twitter, had posted the question, “How do you define your relationship with your boyfriend?” QiaoYi provided an answer which attracted many readers. People wanted to learn about her story.

Many readers went to her Microblog and found out she recorded fragments of her life with a Mr. F. Many people said that her life was so sweet and adorable but the articles were too short. In that period, she only wrote three pages of her life.

The day after the influencer re-posted, her post was mentioned by many other influencers. More and more people said, “Please don’t stop posting about your lovely life. It is so sweet.”

See, I wasn’t alone. I was so moved by the pursuit of pure, warm, loving and beautiful love. In this chaotic and complicated world, how precious it is to get a simple and deep feeling of I don’t have a crush on the world, only on you. This is the warmest and most adorable love story I’ve ever seen.

I don’t have a crush on the world, only on you is a loving memoir of a couple, which records the warm and budding love story between two lovers. In a light-hearted and humorous style, the author truly records all the problems a girl encounters in her youth, gradually becoming strong, and independent. From the naive times of students to the sweet and interesting things after marriage, it is ordinary but not plain. It draws the love and vitality from the drip of life, and makes the readers smile. It is understood that love can be really sweet and life can be really warm.

Warm! Adorable! Sweet! Almost every paragraph can make readers laugh, but there are also tears.

Some people wonder that why QiaoYi called his lover Mr. F. QiaoYi said F is instead of Fu Jun which is a more endearing way to say “husband.”

Elegant Sentences

*When Mr. F was young, he asked his father where he came from. His father was different from other fathers who said kids were picked up from the rubbish dump. His father said,

     “You are the angel from heaven. The God thinks your mom is the most beautiful woman in this world; therefore, God sends you to protect her.”  

     “What about you?” Mr. F asked.

     “When you grow up, you will leave her. So I will stay with your mom until we get old.” -Mr. F

*He said that he stands in front of the emergency room, and thinks really hard. If I had gone, he will change his name to mine and continue to live for me. -GuanChao.

*Life is too long, so we need to stay with an interesting person.–QiaoYi

*The most regrettable part of growing up is that we always meet the best person in the most naive years, but we don’t know it. –QiaoYi

*In front of me, you do not need to be strong. –QiaoYi

*Some people are full of anger and malice because they have never been treated with gentleness. I believe I can always be gentle because I met a good person when I was young. –QiaoYi

 

Editor: Holden Hartle

Filed Under: Advice, Culture, Fiction, Letters, Review, The World Tagged With: I don't have a crush on the world, Jeremy Cheng, only on you

Teachers and Students

November 1, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org 4 Comments

By Charles Schnell, Self-Proclaimed King of Mediocrity, Controversy, and Unavailability

 

Is it better to be the teacher or the student? Neither, if you still do not have a significant other.

When all is said and done, there is not much of a difference between teachers and students. We are all human, and that means on our best days, we are all imperfect. (Albeit, some more than others.)

Teachers and students are more similar than the teachers would like to admit. For one thing, we all fall in love. Teachers fall in love with Lincoln, the Ti-84, the government, and the College Board. And students, well, we fall in love with each other–for better or worse.

Additionally, we all have favorite foods. I am sure all my teachers are craving an In-N-Out burger as much as I am. The difference here is students have the metabolism to handle the burger, the shakes, and the fries that find themselves tossed around in the bag.

Sure, metabolism is great, but being a student certainly is not free of its own disadvantages; teachers have a “leg-up” on us in many things. They cannot be grounded by their parents, only the law; they get to correct the homework instead of doing it; they can drink. As a lover of freedoms like these, I would rather be a teacher than a student. However, if you were to ask teachers, I’m sure they’d rather be students again.

To sum it up, teachers and students have one key similarity trumping all other similarities: our humanity. We are all human, so maybe we can reach an understanding and compromise. Teachers, if you stop giving us homework, we will stop giving you homework to grade. Imagine how many outings to Applebee’s we could make.

 

Editor: Luke Langlois

Filed Under: Humor, Letters, Op-Ed Tagged With: Charles Schnell, Teachers and Students

a thought

October 4, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org 3 Comments

A prose poem by Poet Blogger Makena Behnke

 

does human nature like to be trapped? do you, specifically, like to be trapped? you always go on about liberation and being free. but, you were the one who trapped yourself in that stupid box in the first place. i think you wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t looking for a way out. you’re always griping about how everything sucks and how your life is terrible. if you unleash yourself from your own restraints, you would be so much happier, you would enjoy life. what would you do if you were content? how would you handle yourself? who would you be if you weren’t stuck in that box?

 

Editor: Luke Langlois

Filed Under: Letters, Poetry Tagged With: a thought, Makena Behnke, prose poem

Without

September 12, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

Take a moment with Blogger Makena Behnke

too many people go through life blindly. they don’t notice the colors in the innermost part of their friend’s eyes. they don’t notice the many colors that are born in the mountains. they don’t notice the way the light bounces off their best friend’s smile.

too many people go through life without feeling. they don’t feel the way the warm water engulfs their body when they swim. they don’t feel the way their friend’s hand brushes against theirs. they don’t feel the way their hand feels when they first run it through their hair in the morning.

too many people go through life without appreciating the little things. they don’t care about the way their favorite candle gives a certain glow to the room. they don’t care about the little doodles their friends leave on their notes. they don’t care about the scuff marks that appear on their favorite pair of shoes.

Editor: Bella Bier

Filed Under: Advice, Letters, Poetry Tagged With: Makena Behnke, Within

STOP

September 6, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org 2 Comments

By Jay Walker

 

STOP.

Slow down;

take a deep breath.

Do not enter

that sad place.

Don’t go that way

for it is a

Dead end.

This

Street is closed.

Find another way.

There may be a

Bump

or two,

but there is only

One way

now.

Slow down.

Acknowledge your

Limits.

 

These

are your

Signs.

 

Editor: Luke Langlois

Filed Under: Letters, Poetry Tagged With: Jay Walker, Stop, Street Signs

Death is Sexy

September 6, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

A One-Act by Charles Schnell, former Blog Staffer, now freelancer who aspires to write and publish the book A Hundred Ways to Ruin a Date and Two Hundred Ways to Fix It.

(SAM, a teenage boy, is in his bedroom lying on his bed, preoccupied with his phone. He’s wearing a yarmulke. There’s not much to his room: a bed, a dresser, a desk with a chair, a TV, and a video game console. Then, DEATH—a sexy, flirtatious young lady in her 20s—crawls through the window in nothing but her black undergarments, which have skull designs plastered all over. She’s also boasting a skull-plastered small black backpack. She tumbles onto SAM’s carpeted floor.)

SAM. Holy smoke! What’re you doing?

DEATH. (brushing herself off) Hello, Sam.

SAM. Who are you? Jennifer Aniston?

DEATH. No, I’m Death.

SAM. Is that your supermodel name or….?

DEATH. My real name. Listen, can I sit down? Climbing up here really took a lot out of me. (sits next to him on his bed)

SAM. (looking with eyes full of amazement) Okay, well, what do you want, Death?

DEATH. Do you have any Sprite? I could really use a refreshment.

SAM. Only Sierra Mist.

DEATH. Damn mortals.

SAM. What’re you doing here? You wouldn’t have come all this way just for a Sprite, Death. My parents would kill me if they found a girl like you in my room.

DEATH. (surveying him) Or they would pinch themselves out of disbelief. I’ve come to take you to the afterlife.

SAM. Okay….

DEATH. Your time has come.

SAM. Okay….

DEATH. Now all I need you to do is kiss me.

SAM. (does a double take, acknowledges audience) Okay! (leans in toward her)

(He shuts his eyes and goes in for the kiss. DEATH smiles devilishly and leans in. Just as their lips are about to touch, DEATH burps. Loudly. DEATH jumps up, flustered and embarrassed.)

DEATH. Oh, I’m so embarrassed! I thought I had finished digesting all the others!

SAM. Others?

DEATH. My apologies.

SAM. You mean you…

(Death and Sam speak simultaneously.) DEATH. Would’ve sent your soul to the afterlife and eaten your body?          SAM. Go to other guys houses and kiss them?

DEATH. Yes.          SAM. What!?

DEATH. That is the idea. How else are people supposed to go when it’s their time?

SAM. What do you mean?

DEATH. I’ve already told you, silly. I’m Death!

SAM. So when you said my time was up….

DEATH. Yep!

SAM. Wait, hold on! I don’t want to go yet.

DEATH. Oh, oh, what am I supposed to say here!? Sorry, forgive me it’s my first day on the job. Hold on, let me look at the handbook.

(DEATH pulls out the “BEGINNER’S GUIDE TO TAKING SOULS” out of her small black backpack.)

SAM. Job? Handbook?

DEATH. Ah, yes. Here we go. Ahem…. “We sincerely apologize that you don’t want to go yet. But unfortunately, your time has come. In life, we all must undergo things we do not want to. Nor are those things often ever under our control. For example, one time a man booked a ticket on American Airlines and got stuck next to a corporate lawyer for the entire flight.”

SAM. How’s that supposed to make me feel better?

DEATH. “The irony of this story is that after the flight, the guy wanted his time to come. Sometimes it can be a blessing!”

SAM. Look, I have no idea who you are or what crazy organization you belong to or how much red meat you’ve consumed recently. All I know is that you are very hot and I really want to kiss you. But, you ain’t worth going to the afterlife for!

DEATH. C’mon, kiss me!

SAM. No! If I kiss you, my soul will be sent to the afterlife, right?

DEATH. Yep!

SAM. What if I don’t kiss you?

DEATH. Then I’ll just have to take you normally.

SAM. Normally?

DEATH. Like all the other Deaths.

SAM. So you don’t have to kiss me? Then why do you? Not that I’m complaining.

DEATH. Oh, don’t get so fret up. They assign me to people who haven’t had their first kiss yet. That’s my position. I kiss them out of pity.

SAM. Hey, I’ve had my first kiss!

DEATH. Oh, don’t try to lie to me. In the afterlife, we know all. Besides, your cousin doesn’t count.

(SAM opens his mouth, but can’t think of anything to say to defend himself. He turns to hide his shame, notices his game console, and gets an idea.)

DEATH. Well, are you ready? I’m on a tight schedule. Kiss me already!

SAM. Wait! How about we make a deal? Let’s play a game of Madden. If you win, you get to take me. You don’t even need to kiss me! But if I win, you don’t take my soul and let me keep living.

DEATH. What’s in it for me?

SAM. What? You scared you’re going to lose?

DEATH. Scared!? I’m Death! I’ll have you know that at the office, we all play Madden on our time off! You’re on!

(SAM turns on the console, the TV. SAM sits on the bed while DEATH sits in the desk chair as they face the TV. They start playing.)

SAM: So what’s it like in the after life?

DEATH. Way better than here.

SAM. Really?

DEATH. Yeah! We’ve got Madden, cupcakes, blankets, quality plumbing, almost no bugs, quite profitable crop yields, a true democracy (as opposed to the American system), Dunkin’ Donuts. Plus the stock market is soaring right now.

SAM. Wow, it seems as if the afterlife has no downsides.

DEATH. Well, I wouldn’t say that. You’ve gotta die, and that’s a one-way trip. And, as much as reality sucks, it’s really the only place you can take a nice, hot shower.

SAM. Well, you can’t have everything.

DEATH. And the worst part—we’ve still got serial killers, rapists, and insurance salesmen.

(They focus on the game for a beat.)

DEATH. Ha! Interception!

SAM. I’m still up by 7…. So, how long have you been doing this death gig?

DEATH. About three days.

SAM. A newbie?

DEATH. Yep!

SAM. How many people have you kissed so far?

DEATH. 240.

SAM. Were you human before this or….?

DEATH. Nope. I was created three days ago.

SAM. By who?

DEATH. Death! My brothers and sisters and I are all extensions of Death.

SAM. Do you have any allergies?

DEATH. Nuts. Death is VERY allergic to nuts.

SAM. Really? Nuts are the weakness, huh? Nuts: the key to immortality.

DEATH. Oops. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. Ah!

SAM. And another touchdown for me! Halftime show!

(SAM gets up and dances. He pulls out his phone and blasts “Get Down Tonight” by KC and the Sunshine Band.)

DEATH. What are you doing?

SAM. I’m winning. I’m cheating Death. This calls for a celebration!

DEATH. Not so fast. Look, half time’s over. Here comes my comeback!

SAM. You’re down by 21….

DEATH. Zip it.

(Sam stops the music and returns to the game, and thus the conversation.)

SAM. So, Death, I guess you know everything about the universe, right?

DEATH. Yes.

SAM. Can I ask you some questions that plague my existentialist mind?

DEATH. Sure.

SAM. Are there any restaurants in the afterlife? If so, how late are they open and what are their Yelp scores?

DEATH. Well, to put things simply, have you ever tried the KFC breakfast specials on a Tuesday morning?

SAM. Yeah.

DEATH. Afterlife food is worse.

SAM. Well, that’s great. At least I can finally lose some weight.

DEATH. Better late than never.

SAM. You know, a bunch of people think that the creation story is a myth, but is evolution really real?

DEATH. This is still quite a heated debate in the afterlife. However, let me put it this way: Evolution is the idea that we’re evolving, or, in other words, getting better as a species, and looking at you, clearly that’s not the case.

SAM. We sure are getting better at Madden though.

DEATH. Yeah, yeah…. You say as I tie up the game!

SAM. Marvelous.  

DEATH. One minute left!

SAM. (attains a serious tone, while still focusing on the game) Hey, Death….

DEATH. (still focused on the game) What!?

SAM. (glances at her, but his priorities are still clearly the game) You’re… really sexy.

DEATH. I know.

SAM. I think… I want to take you up on that kiss.

DEATH. (drops attention to game) You know what’ll happen right?

SAM. (glances at her more, but still pressing buttons occasionally) Yeah, and after hearing about how great the afterlife is, how could I not kiss you?

DEATH. Come here, Sam. Kiss me as if your death depends on it.

(He inches his lips closer and closer to hers. Just as the lips are about to touch….)

SAM. And touchdown! (he celebrates) I ran out the clock and scored at the last second, look!

DEATH. You mischievous midget, I’m gonna kill you!

SAM. Nuh-uh. A deal’s a deal. I’ve won my life! I never lose!

DEATH. (giving him one last glance over) Clearly.

SAM. Buh-bye Death!

DEATH. I don’t get paid enough for this. My brothers and sisters are never gonna let this up! Agh! Farewell, kid. I’ve got other prepubescent boys who need their dreams fulfilled.

SAM. Are you referring to the kissing or dying?

DEATH. Exactly.

(She runs and dives through the window and crashes through the glass, forgetting she closed it earlier)

DEATH. (from outside and below) Ow! My pelvis!

MOTHER. (offstage) Sam! What was that?

FATHER. (offstage) I told you to stop throwing the controller when you lose, damn it!

(BLACKOUT)

Editor: Luke Langlois

Filed Under: Fiction, Humor, Letters, Uncategorized Tagged With: Charles Schnell, Death is Sexy, One-Act

Espejo

May 23, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Renée

 

Our names

Are us.

They’re poetic in meaning.

Some common,

Some unique.

Sometimes we choose them;

Sometimes they’re chosen for us:

A family heirloom,

A memorial,

An aspiration,

An inspiration.

Our nicknames we give to those we know.

A name becomes beautiful when it belongs to someone we love.

We present ourselves through our names.

We are behind our signatures.

Us: complex and ever changing beings

Represented by our names.

 

Editor: Claire Jenkins

Filed Under: Letters, Poetry Tagged With: Espejo, Renée

First Words–Revisited

May 7, 2018 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Claire Jenkins

According to Psychology Today, “If the eyes are the window to the soul, then words are the gateway to the mind.” The words people choose to define things often reveal a lot about the person. When we think, we only think in verbs and nouns (Psychology Today). Other words such as adjectives and adverbs are added in when we form our thoughts into spoken words. The words others use when speaking or writing provide a way to observe the characteristics and the emotions of these individuals.

A while back I listed off words to a select pool of Palm Valley students and recorded their first-word reactions. Then, I came back and listed the same words to the same people, but this time they had a chance to think about their responses, and the word they felt fit the best was recorded. Here are their reflected-upon responses:

Female

transformative, complex, lips, human, children, woman, rights, Iron Man (think about it: the sign for iron is Fe)

Male

surprising, tiring, leaves, human, female, man, blue, mailman

Smart

overrated, determination, you, understanding, well-informed, brain, books, wise

Dumb

disregarded, growth, me, speaking, stupid, brick, mud, silent

Future

complicated, far, blue, bleak, work, time-machine, gifts, Star Wars

Past

dependent, ignorance, unsuccessful, civilization, history, dinosaur, emptiness, history

Present

confusing, wasted, Claire, existence, now, Santa, thoughts, 2018

Alone

peace, rest, white, sensitive, pondering, corner, pillow, wilderness

Community

bond, love, people, people, family, homes, garden, civilization

 

What would psychologists say about these eight people? What do you say?

 

Editor: Brennan Nick

Filed Under: Culture, Interview, Letters, Science Tagged With: Claire Jenkins, First Words--Revisited

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