20 Minutes
In an English class in high school in Vancouver, Washington, the class would have a five or so minute period to free write every day. I would use it as a journal of what I did over the weekend, what my boyfriend and I were going thru and the like. It was a time to express yourself without being judged, caring about punctuation or your handwriting. It was just for you. Little did I know that I was supposed to turn it in after awhile. I was so embarrassed and hoped my male teacher didn't actually read every line. But he did. And made comments! I was approached today by a popular job posting site about possibly writing a blog post about my first job and challenges I had to overcome. In a brief summary I submitted for my consideration, it brought me back to these free write sessions because it was a busy day and I was in denile that they would actually want me to write for them so prose was sent in. Regardless of what I wrote, it was the truth. And like my English teacher, the reci...