Identity Crisis

We started descriptive writing today in English class. The teacher gave us a couple of prompts and told us to write a few lines to describe them.

Create a Memory for any Object in the Room

There is a huge Panasonic television in our class room. It sits besides the teacher's desk and I can't recall us ever using it. Here is my ode to the TV:

Everyday, students walk past, march to their sleek plastic desks, and settle in for the lecture. They come in ignorant, but walkout with wisdom beyond their years. I watch as they gaze, admiringly, appreciatively, at the teacher; some do not gaze at all. But even those that do - they never notice me. Each day I stand strong, gallant, eagerly awaiting the moment I will finally become used, noticed anything. Each day, it never comes. Each day, I watch them watch him, and each day I feel a little more envy pervade my being.

In the next one I got a bit more carried away...

Pick any Color and Give it a Voice

I have often wondered what the color white thought of itself. Ok, I haven't, but didn't that make a good intro?

People wear me because they believe that I'm peaceful, calming, pure.
They sit outside and gaze at they sky, where I reside and imagine themselves wrapped up init me. But what if I was not peaceful? But what if I like fighting, blood, gore, and war? And what if I was a sadist, masochist...a dominatrix? What if I just wanted to be me? Free? Uninhibited? No longer will I stay bound by the expectations of society. No longer will I feel the need to act a certain was or fulfill a certain need. I will just be me.

What do you think of the color white?