Blog group catch up

[allykatb]

Okay, so I’m finally catching up on all the blog group stuff.

 

The first topic I missed was about your dream job.

My dream job is, surprisingly, housewife. I know, you’re all probably going WTF? But it’s true. I think I would be quite happy staying home and being a housewife. I would enjoy taking care of a house and raising kids and all that. The cooking dinner thing I’d have to work on, but I don’t hate cooking. I just don’t enjoy it as much as some.

Now, I’m sure those who know me well are thinking, “But Allie, you hate cleaning.” Well, yes. But I hate mess and unorganization (is that a word?) more. If I was the one in charge of taking care of the house, everything could be how I like it. Why, yes. I am obsessive and controlling. I like having a place for everything and everything in its place. Sure, my room might not be all that neat, but by God the public areas are. At least, they are if I have my way.

Okay, so we’ve worked out the taking care of the house thing. Now what about the kids. Many of my friends would say, “Allie, you hate kids.” Again, not really. I hate kids I can’t control. When I don’t have the authority to discipline them and they act out, or when they just won’t stop screaming and I, again, don’t have the authority to do anything. When I’m allowed to interact with the kids, I love (most of) them. If I do ever have children, I would love to stay home with them and help them grow up. That way they would grow up the way I want them to. Again, controlling.

Being a housewife would also give me a chance to (maybe) pursue my other dream job. Author. Yeah, I know. Surprise, surprise. Of course, that would require me actually finishing a book, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

 

 

The next topic is favourite smell.

When I read this topic, I honestly had no idea what to write about. I don’t really think about smell all that often. I mean, sure, I might say “oh I love the smell of whatever”, but I don’t really think about it until I smell something. Right now, at this exact moment, I’d have to say my favourite smell is my laundry detergent. It’s the “Apple Mango Tango” stuff. It smells like Fruit Roll-Ups when it’s in the bottle and after I’ve washed the clothes they smell...I can’t really describe it. It’s not the same as in the bottle, but it doesn’t really smell like anything else I can think of. It does, however, make me think of clean. I guess that’s the only way to describe it. Clean.

It also takes me back to last summer, which is when I started using it. I was taking summer courses and living in rez and I had to run outside to do laundry. I would lug my bag through the halls, since I lived in the far end of the building, and down into the laundry room. Dump it into the machine, smell the detergent, and run back to my room in time for the next part of So You Think You Can Dance.

And now, the new topic.

 

Tell about one book that changed your life. Damn. I had no idea what to write until I talked to my dad. He suggested a book that was read to me as a kid, or the Bible, or Harry Potter. I told him that I couldn’t remember any books from when I was a kid and then it hit me. To Kill A Mockingbird. That’s the book that changed my life.

Now, I could go off here on a huge spiel about how the story of racism touched me and taught me a valuable lesson. Yeah. Or not.

I hate this book. Dear God I hate it! I have never read a book that I hated more. Now, that alone isn’t something that changed my life. Lots of people hate books. Big whoop. No, this book changed my life by marking the beginning of my hatred of English class. It was the first thing we read it in grade 10 and we had to so overanalyse it that I began to hate English, which had been my favourite class before then.

Things didn’t get any better as the year progressed, or the next year, or the next. I pretty much hated English all three years of high school. Even now, I have to take some English classes for my writing minor and I’m dreading them. I used to be in love with classic literature and essay writing and analyzing novels and now I can’t stand it. And all because of that book.

Seriously,  we had questions like “What does the passage ‘She taught them from the primer she had used’ mean?” I answered that it meant she taught them from the same book that she had learned from. Apparently that’s the wrong answer. No idea what the right one is, but it’s not that.

 

 

Phew! Done! I am now officially all caught up. Now I just have to finish the pieces for the creative writing group.