Kat Bonner, Editorial Assistant
So I have recently obtained a job at a gas station not far from my house. It's a very laid back and stress-free job. Everyone, employees and customers, is friendly, though I do have one ridiculous complaint.
I don't mind having to count through a baggie of sticky change from the floor boards of a car, or having to bag single packs of cigarettes. I don't even mind being a personal Mapquest and explaining directions several times to the same person, or having to punch in lotto ticket orders every few minutes when some guy with nothing better to do keeps playing them in the parking lot for an hour and a half.
What I do mind is when people have one penny as change, and they keep it. I know I do the same thing and it has no effect on my job at all, but it really bothers me for no real reason. I really do hate it. There is a take-a-penny dish right next to the register that people will pour change into, but yet one single lonely penny ends up in the mud-caked or impeccably ironed pocket of some guy that impatiently held out their hand for their change. I know that every penny counts when saving, but sometimes I imagine that penny jangling around in that pocket until it ends up in a washing machine to be picked out and pocketed by the next person to do laundry. In my brain, I imagine a vicious cycle that would end in a change jar with all the other saved pennies, if the penny got lucky. Saving that one lonely penny is a sign I have too much free time in my own mind.
Kat Bonner, Staff Artist
Recently, I've been toying with the idea of attending one of the many open-mic poetry slams held in various coffee shops in Columbus and reading some of my work. I have never been published, not even submitting any of my creative writing to Palmer Grove, and I am absolutely mortified of speaking in front of a group greater than six people. Even close friends and family are still too large and unfamiliar an audience to read in front of. My stomach churns, my heart thunders in the back of my head making it hard to hear myself think, and, without fail, I cry. I always end up feeling humiliated and judged, so I avoid public speaking like the plague. However, despite my almost debilitating fear, I want to put myself out there at least once, to say I've done it and so I can never wonder what might have happened. This would be a goal that I could foreseeably spend my whole summer on achieving. While the idea of devoting a chunk of my time to getting over my fear of public speaking isn't new to me, I am still very cautious. I have never sat down and worked through entire project that wasn't for school or Palmer Grove. Unfortunate as it may be, I have never done something just for me because I wanted to. I have always given up too early.
So, hopefully, by my next weekly page update, I will have some sort of plan, or I will have set my plan into action and submitted writing to Palmer Grove.
Kat Bonner, Staff Artist
So for this issue of Palmer Grove I am writing an article on my feelings about graduating this June. Writing this article is really strange to me because it is making me actually think about all of the things that will change when I move out and start college in the fall. I started to realize these impending changes when my already graduated friends wanted to hang out on school nights. The idea of being out until two in the morning on week nights is a freedom I am looking forward to, however work the next morning is something I am dreading. I think the biggest thing I will miss about high school is the lack of responsibility. Graduating high school means I'll have a stack of bills and a ramen noodle diet. Ramen noodles are going to get old quick. Now I'm hungry and sad.
On a completely unrelated topic, I just found out that there is a tiny country 1500 miles off the cost of New Zealand called Nuie. This country is so tiny that it's less than 100 sq. miles. In 2003, it became the first Wi-Fi country, meaning there's free Wi-Fi everywhere you go on the island. Why am I telling you all this? Because they put awesome things on the backs of their coins, like Pokémon and Snoopy from the Peanuts, just because they can. Look it up. It made my day.
Kat Bonner, Staff Artist
My homework for the weekend was to write a six word memoir. For those who have never heard of a six word memoir, the objective is to write a memoir about a pivotal time in your life, or your life as it is now, in exactly six words. Here are a few examples: "for sale: baby shoes, never worn," "after Harvard, had baby with crackhead," and "a good vinaigrette saved my life".
My only problem is that I have no idea what to write, nor do I like writing about myself in the first place. How do I sum my life up in a matter of words? I haven't had a blatant, pivotal point in my life other than moving; I'm only 17 after all. I also don't want my memoir to be another angst-ridden, "my life is so hard" teenage rant, because my life really isn't.
I have friends, a family, a wonderful home and I know where I'm going for college. What could I even rant about? If I was writing about my life right now, the memoir would be something along the lines of "eat food, do homework, now sleep", but that's kind of depressing, boring and only accurate on weekdays. I would write about what I want my future to be, but that isn't a memoir. Otherwise "will clean teeth for nice shoes" would be my first and only choice. So here I am, stuck with a six word head ache and an empty notebook page.