East Tennessean
page 4 nov.
12, 2012
Kasey Jones
Scene Editor
Losing my imagination?
I’m sitting in my room ignoring a pile of homework, while
contemplating an oversized
dust bunny and wondering
whether or not it needs any
help hopping into the trash can....
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East Tennessean
page 4 nov.
12, 2012
Kasey Jones
Scene Editor
Losing my imagination?
I’m sitting in my room ignoring a pile of homework, while
contemplating an oversized
dust bunny and wondering
whether or not it needs any
help hopping into the trash can.
Sadly enough, this is how I
have to spend a lot of my nights
(well, minus the company of
the dust bunny).
I’m taking 19 hours this semester, on top of balancing
involvement on campus, social
life and a relationship.
There
rarely seems to be any time for
anything else.
I used to write a lot.
I used
to have an imagination.
Under
the excuse of not having time,
both my hobby and my creativity have suffered.
I’ve lost
a sense of wonder that allows
me to see the extraordinariness
of the world, and the vibrancy
that once colored the world has
settled into an ordinary grey.
It seems like this is a part
of the process of becoming an
adult.
As we grow older,we lose
a sense of wonder that allows
us to look, not just see.
When we’re chi
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