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Killer starfish where at the top of my list yesterday! As a child it seems that my wonderful sense of wonder was cut short by my sisters chasing me down the beach with puckered starfish. They told me that if they caught me, they would stick the starfish on my face and it would be stuck on me forever! And if that wasn't fun enough they had to add that it would soon start to suck my blood and I would shrivel up and turn into a starfish myself. Haha, so killer starfish indeed! But rather what happened on this trip was much more of a metaphorical matter. Unfortunately that's where I lead myself most often...And so I digress.
Today in English we where discussing "how to write a short story". The teacher described the moment in the story when the character meets his or her challenge. With running the risk of not using his exact words I'll explain what intrigued me so: We all use a mask to make it through the day. We all put on this different face to become manageable to the outside world; there is a way we are around our parents, our family and such. It's when we confuse our mask for our face that we are truly lost. The professor gives the wonderful image of a moment when the character is pulled into what he thinks is his or her normal routine only to be smashed into a setting what they don't understand and in which the mask is pulled away from their face and in one swift move, let go and as it smacks the character the story truly begins to unravel. The beach, the starfish, I have a very elaborate mask. What to do...What to do...