Post by Yasuko Kobayashi on Dec 11, 2016 15:37:42 GMT
Pen Pals!
+ Description: The student council has set up an exchange of anonymous letters with another student on your thoughts about dreams and passion, intended to get students to cheer each other on and help each other out! Write one yourself, or recruit some friends to write along with you.
+ Write about dreams and passion: +1 Guardians, +1 Faberge, -1 Roost
+ Write about finding your own path: +2 Roost, -1 Guardians
+ Write that it’s pointless to dream: -1 Guardians, -1 Roost, -2 Faberge
+ Requirements: None
+ Submitted by Hatta
+ Description: The student council has set up an exchange of anonymous letters with another student on your thoughts about dreams and passion, intended to get students to cheer each other on and help each other out! Write one yourself, or recruit some friends to write along with you.
+ Write about dreams and passion: +1 Guardians, +1 Faberge, -1 Roost
+ Write about finding your own path: +2 Roost, -1 Guardians
+ Write that it’s pointless to dream: -1 Guardians, -1 Roost, -2 Faberge
+ Requirements: None
+ Submitted by Hatta
Wow, they are really still going.
Yasuko paused as she stood outside the Student Council again, staring at the colourful poster up on the noticeboard. It was the same poster as ever that had been put up at the beginning of the year, depicting two cartoony students sending letters to each other. Yet she was far more surprised at the fact that it hadn't yet been taken down, despite the fact that all the other posters and notices rotated around on the board pretty frequently. That could only mean that the Pen-pal exchange had - and was still - very much alive.
Honestly, she had thought it would die out easily a few months ago. Instead, here she was, staring back at the poster for what seemed to be the fourth time, contemplating. Thinking if she should join. Once again.
She hadn't a clue why she had been considering it. In fact, she couldn't really remember much of the reasons why she wrote for the others either. She had always been using some form of excuse; it was Calli's idea; it was a great way to experiement with her writing - or something among those lines. Perhaps on some level...she had enjoyed them?
Though she didn't know if she really did enjoy writing them. But there was something about writing them that reminded her of the time when it was simpler; without eggs, without Guardian Characters, without having to think about it all. To live like a typical high school student (though to be frank, a pen-pal exchange wasn't exactly something she would consider as normal high school behaviour), only caring about exams and books and gossip - heck even some kind of interpersonal drama was far more appealing than the eggs right now. She look back up at the sign-up sheet, tacked next to the poster.
She picked up the pen.
It'll be nice to talk to someone on something that wasn't about eggs for a change.
Though she usually wrote her letter directly after school ended, for some reason she simply couldn't concentrate in the library today. Perhaps it was due to the loud noise that was particularly unusual for this time of the year. Perhaps it was because it had been a while since she last wrote a letter like this. Perhaps it was due to the chitter-chatter of all the students around her, obvious to the happenings that were plaguing the egg bearers.
She sighed. And quickly packed her stuff to head for the dorms.
Maybe a change of scenery (which was ironic, considering she was at the dorms every night) would help.
Unlocking the door, she placed her school bag just under her table, immediately rummaging through it first to grab her pencil box and a notepad. Poised over it, she paused, frowning as she tried to think of what to say.
Honestly, openings were hard.
Hello whomever that will be reading this,
It was a start. Yet, she wasn't really sure how to proceed. She tapped idly onto the notepad, her eyebrows furrowed, as she kept thinking of what to write.
Hello whomever that will be reading this,
I don't know who you are, but then again neither will you I suppose, so perhaps it's an equal exchange? I do hope that whomever you are, things are hopefully working out just fine. After all, it's been a few months since the school started d
This is my fourth time writing a letter to an anonymous pen-pal. I have to say that I do think of myself as a little bit of a seasoned veteran.
I don't know who you are, but then again neither will you I suppose, so perhaps it's an equal exchange? I do hope that whomever you are, things are hopefully working out just fine. After all, it's been a few months since the school started d
This is my fourth time writing a letter to an anonymous pen-pal. I have to say that I do think of myself as a little bit of a seasoned veteran.
Why was she being so honest here?
In her last pen-pal exchange she had been more careful, wondering if her letter was even going to end up on the lap of someone who would actually respond back. Yet this time, she didn't seem to care about that. Perhaps she had grown tired of trying to seem too formal. Of overthinking about things. Or perhaps she only wanted to write; not caring about who was on the other side; not caring whom that will read it. Either way she didn't stop herself this time, seemingly just writing whatever that came to mind.
This is my fourth time writing a letter to an anonymous pen-pal. I have to say that I do think of myself as a little bit of a seasoned veteran. But I guess it doesn't matter since you wouldn't know who I am anyway.
I feel like there's a lot I wanted to say, yet I'm not quite sure what to put in the letter. I suppose the prompt says to write about your dreams and aspirations - but I suppose I've begun to wonder if we really need to keep it constrained to such limits like that. Wouldn't it be nice if we could talk about all the other things? Like - how's school been lately? How are the teachers at your end? What kind of things do you like to do?
I feel like there's a lot I wanted to say, yet I'm not quite sure what to put in the letter. I suppose the prompt says to write about your dreams and aspirations - but I suppose I've begun to wonder if we really need to keep it constrained to such limits like that. Wouldn't it be nice if we could talk about all the other things? Like - how's school been lately? How are the teachers at your end? What kind of things do you like to do?
She was rambling. She needed to write about the prompt before this got too long.
But I suppose if we did, the letter would get too long wouldn't it? Haha.
My dream is pretty simple I suppose. I want
My dream is pretty simple I suppose. I want
She laid the pencil down.
Had she lost all passion?
Or was she simply confused?
She stared at the notepad.
My dream is pretty simple I suppose. I want to become a writer.
Sincerely,
Muse
Sincerely,
Muse
It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. Why is it that on this particular area that she couldn't really voice out what went on in her head? Maybe it was because she hadn't figured why she didn't feel so strongly about her dream. Was it because she was confused? Or her passion had become lukewarm? Or was it because of the events that had happened prior to this letter?
She shook her head. It wasn't something she wanted to think about right now.
Pulling out the drawer, she suddenly spotted the owl-patterned paper that she had used for her first pen-pal letter. To Emilia. For some reason, just looking at it brought a bit of a smile to her face. It had started badly but...it ended amicably enough, to a point which she could consider them kind of friends. She pulled out the stack of paper, which clearly not at all been opened after she ended her last letter with the blonde second-year.
Maybe if she used it, her letter might feel a little less...severe-looking.
There was a pause as she stared at her draft. Did she really wanted to write a letter like this to her pen-pal? Yet the more she stared at it, the more determined she became. At least, if she wrote a letter like this, she might enjoy a sense of normalcy. Something to take her mind away from the dreadful events of the past.
She rewrote everything onto the owl-patterned paper, and slipped it into a brown envelope, dropping it at the Student Council the next morning.
Would she receive a reply, she wondered?
Nakahara Miyu