If you could paint your current mood onto a canvas, what would that painting look like? What would it depict?
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Tomorrow is the first day of a brand new year. Tomorrow you get to become anyone in the world that you wish. Who are you? You can choose to be anyone, alive today or someone gone long ago. If you decide to stay “you” share your rationale.
If I could be anybody in the world, I’d be a professional dancer.
I’d be one of those dancers that picks up a major world-wide tour like dancing for Beyonce or Madonna or Lady Gaga, or a Vegas residency with Britney or Cher.
I’d love to be able to travel the world, doing something that I love to do. It’s very punishing on the body, but when you love something that much, it’s part of the package. You just grit your teeth and push through it.
What’s the best idea you’ve ever had? Regale us with every detail of the idea — the idea itself, where it came to you, and the problem it solved.
…just kidding.
Sometimes I come up with suggestions at work regarding work-flow or data collection etc which to me just seems like common sense, but to others, comes across as though it’s some big revelation… but I’ve not had any great ideas worthy of noting.
…sad.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/30/daily-prompt-brainwave/
You get to redesign school as we know it from the ground up. Will you do away with reading, writing, and arithmetic? What skills and knowledge will your school focus on imparting to young minds?
I wasn’t a fan of school, probably because I was bullied and none of my teachers cared enough to step in or reprimand my tormentors.
If was able to completely redesign school, it would involve a complete overhaul.
I would make english, maths and health the only mandatory subjects, but I would structure it like my senior years in highschool whereby everybody had to pick enough subjects to make up 12 ‘units’. That way, all students would be free to choose the topics that they want to study throughout their high-school years. You wouldn’t be forced to study science, or geography, or history if it didn’t interest you.
There’d be better systems in place to deal with disruptive students and those with learning difficulties… basically I would take everything that was completely wrong with my high school and do the complete opposite so that it would actually function properly…
…and I wouldn’t end up sitting in the back on an English class full of dickheads who think it’s entertaining to throw a pot of glue and bananas at high-speed ceiling fans so they explode all over the class room, and everything, and everyone contained therein.
I wouldn’t force people to learn useless mathematical formulae that will be completely pointless for majority of students once they finish highschool… I’m looking at you trigonometry… You still never told me what x was…
I would have a zero-tolerance approach to bullying. I would have a school counsellor available every day, rather than just once or twice a week.
I would make P.E. mandatory and make it 3-4 times per week. Given that the world is talking about an obesity epidemic, and that it’s a major problem for children and teenagers, I’d be introducing major changes in an attempt to combat this problem. If the school had a tuck-shop / cafeteria, then it would only serve healthy and nutritional foods. There would be no sugar, and either natural sugars, or specific types of sweeteners would be used as subsitutes. We would have a smoothie bar, and nutrition would be a part of the health curriculum, as would healthy cooking classes, in order to give students a better idea of healthier meal choices they could be making and creating on their own.
I would introduce a system whereby every student can have three half-day study leave passes each month. Had a late night and didn’t finish your assingment that’s due tomorrow arvo? That’s okay, use a study leave pass, skip your classes for the morning, spend it in the library and finish your assignment, and pick up your homework from the morning at the same time.
All years would be able to have all homework tasks delivered via email, or school intranet, but all classwork would require to be handwritten. Only essays and assignments will be allowed to be typed, in order to provide a focus on creating humans with legible handwriting. For those with illegible handwriting, they would be required to make it part of their core English subjects.
There would be better behaviour management systems in place to remove disruptive, unsettled and delinquent students from the classroom to allow them more one-to-one attention, counselling and testing.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/29/prompt-new-school/
You’ve just won $1 billion dollars in the local lottery. You do not have to pay tax on your winnings. How will you spend the money?
$1billion??
One of the very first things I would do is buy my mum a house.
Then I’d go on one amazing holiday.
I’d invest a truck load of cash so that I could retain a steady income purely living off the interest it accrues. It would also mean I wouldn’t have to work any more, which would be lovely.
I would also invest in creating an amazing architecturally artistic house…
…you get the drift.
I would also donate a large chunk of it to various charities, and perhaps some performing arts projects.
I actually don’t know what else I would do with it. I’d also make sure that Hulk and I are completely debt free.
Oh, and I’d buy a French Bulldog, because they are so adorable.
Tell us about a time you’d been trying to solve a knotty problem — maybe it was an interpersonal problem, a life problem, a big ol’ problem — and you had a moment of clarity when the solution appeared to you, as though you were struck by lightning.
I remember when I was a teenager, I went through a puzzle phase. One in particular was a simple Rubiks Cube
And I remember for so many weeks I’d been at it for so long twisting and turning and getting so close to solving it, only to end up throwing it across the room in sheer frustration or smashing it on the floor in a rage.
It had been driving me crazy. I was obsessed with it. I had even started dreaming about it.
Anyway, this one day I was sitting at my desk studying or doing homework and I decided to take a break and there it was staring at me; taunting me. I sat there staring at it for what felt like ages, maybe ten or so minutes, and just out of curiosity I walked over to it, picked it up and studied each and every side, over and over.
I kept rolling it around in my hand trying to visualise each and every move in my mind and then suddenly started twisting it… it took a couple of attempts and a lot of back-tracking my moves, but about 20minutes later I stood there completely amazed with myself. I’d done it. I’d solved a Rubik’s Cube. I don’t know how, nor have I ever been able to do it again… I think it was a complete fluke; sheer luck that I managed to get it – and as I was home alone, there was nobody to share my achievement with. I kept it solved and sitting on the windowsill and couldn’t help but smile every time I saw it.
One day after having some friends over, I glanced across the room and saw the Cube.
Somebody had played with it. It was all mixed up again. I was devastated. I couldn’t handle the torment all over again, so I threw it out. And just like that, it was all over.
You are the first astronaut to arrive on a new, uncharted planet. Write the note that you leave to those who come after you.
If you find this note, then it means I have failed and Earth remains in danger of an invasion.
I am the sole survivor of an unprovoked attack on our exploration mission of this planets surface. What we thought was unchartered and uninhabited was actually far from accurate.
Our instruments and readings all came up blank. We were wrong.
We arrived here 27 days ago, and I headed a 6-man exploration team of a fifty kilometre radius of our landing site. We returned daily with countless samples of the planets surface and environment with inconclusive results. The surface of this planet is unlike anything we have ever experienced or even speculated.
One of the researchers discovered a living organism on the surface in a chasm approximately 38km south-west of here. The research team did extensive testing and couldn’t confirm what it was. It was foreign and unknown and classified ‘Alien’. These reports have been sent to NASA and Sec. Defence and are classified – Level 7.
After our initial discovery, the organisms started appearing closer and closer to the ship each day. Although they are minute, their genetic structures indicate they are attracted to either the carbon dioxide being expelled from our base station, or the ships heat signature. We were unable to confirm which one.
We thought their migration patterns were unique and never thought it would be a threat.
We were wrong.
Two nights ago we lost one of our team. They went out on a solo mission and never returned. NASA are receiving a direct feed from our helmet cams, and that’s being relayed to our station. At approximately 1300hrs, O’Reilly went out for a routine exploration. At precisely 1329hrs, O’Reilly went radio silent and lost video feed.
At 1341hrs we received an a directive to abort the mission and immediately return to the ISS for immediate return to Earth and we were to do so without O’Reilly. We were not told why, nor given any other information.
Departure was immediately scheduled for 1400hrs.
At 1350hrs we lost our direct feed to NASA and ISS and received O’Reilly’s video feed from his hemet cam. Our tech’s confirmed that the signal was not relayed from NASA satellites. Video feed origin remains unknown.
O’Reilly appeared to be alive. All we could hear was screaming. There was a blood spatter on the upper-right corner of the cam. He said his suit had been compromised and ‘they’ were everywhere. The light around him rapidly got darker. It then cut out.
We cancelled our departure to go rescue him. It was my decision. It was my mistake. I got our entire team killed. And now they’re coming for me.
If you find this, please tell my husband that I love him and I’m sorry and I love him. By no uncertain terms attempt a recovery mission of our bodies. It’ll be too late. You need to abort your mission immediately.
This planet needs to be destroyed by any means necessary… if you fail, they will come for you.
They’ve just breached the air lock. I don’t have much time left. We never anticipated they could….
You get to enjoy the best day ever — describe in detail what that means to you. Where are you? What will you do? What’s the weather like? What will you eat? Who will you see?
Best day ever??
It’ll involve being here:
With Hulk.
Having a couple of massages or one big 3-hour massage
Swimming with some turtles and / or dolphins
The sun will be nice and warm, I’ll actually be getting a tan, rather than just burning and peeling like I always do. I’ll be enjoying lots of fresh fruits and rain water – it will be absolutely perfect in my own little piece of heaven.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/25/prompt-best-day-ever/
Share a time when you were overcome with guilt. What were the circumstances? How did you overcome your guilt?
It was when I was still living at home with mum. I had met this guy who, back then, I thought was so hot. He was also a former dancer, and I’d met him several years prior, but only when we competed against each other.
It was purely by chance that we happened to bump into each other and this time we were both a bit older… he was only 2 years older than me, but back then, although I was 18, the thought of even seeing another guy freaked the shit out of me, let alone seeing a guy that was older than me. It was outrageous.
It was also a complete secret.
Because I was juggling so many different things during this time: studying full time, dancing at two separate studios, plus rehearsals for a musical theatre production; I literally felt as though I was doing 18-20hr days… Then I met B.
He turned up to one of our dance rehearsals as he was friends with one of the other guys in the show, and I remember being half-way through one of my routines in the show and I looked up and he was suddenly sitting right in my direct line of sight, and he was staring right at me. He smiled and I completely forgot what I was doing.
I was a bit infatuated with this guy. I was so in awe of him when we used to compete because he was such an amazing dancer, but he was so god damn full of himself and so arrogant. He knew he was incredible, and everybody was beneath him. If I met him now, I’d be so disgusted, but back then, I hated him, and I was jealous of him.
After that rehearsal, I just left straight away. I couldn’t think properly, I was so exhausted, I just went home and crashed.
The next night, he turned up again, and I coudn’t focus. Why was he even there in the first place? During our rehearsal break, G comes over to me and he’s like ‘Oh my god, so, that guy over there can’t stop talking about you. He wanted to come back tonight just to see you and talk to you. Girl, he’s so into you, and it’s fucking awesome. Go talk to him!’
I was too terrified. I said no and avoided eye contact for the rest of the night.
I had put my hand up to come in on the weekend to help construct and paint sets, and I was working away with a couple of other guys from the crew and B walked past the studio and saw me through the glass and came and said hi. It was one of the most uncomfortable conversations I’d had. I’d never had a boyfriend, let alone kissed anybody, hell, I hadn’t even come out to people – well, except for a couple of my closest friends in the show.
A couple of days later I found myself back at his place after rehearsals making out on his couch. Not long after that I regularly found myself sneaking out of his place in the middle of the night, cycling home through the thick fog, and sneaking into my house.
This went on for a couple of months. Nobody knew. It was such a big secret. I was constantly lying to mum about staying over at friends places during the week – she didn’t know who they were or have their numbers, so I know she couldn’t check up on me and call them. But I was more terrified of either
a) being caught sneaking in;
b) being confronted about it;
c) being ‘outed’ and / or
d) all the above
However, it got to a point where he was starting to pressure me into actually having sex with him. Just the thought of it terrified me. I knew it was going to hurt, and I’d heard so many horror stories about it – things like tearing and bleeding and incredible pain, and I’m thinking ahhh, no. There will be none of that.
Then it headed south, really quickly. I got too freaked out and just stopped replying to his messages. I stopped visiting him. He started calling and texting me all day long wanting to know what I was doing and when I’d be coming over again. He’d then start waiting for me after rehearsals… at that point I started getting lifts home with friends, just so I wouldn’t have to see him.
He then started following me. Waiting for me outside the library when I was there studying before dance class around the corner and then rehearsals straight afterwards.
Then one particular day he followed me home. And despite trying to keep a distance from him, it didn’t stop him from shouting out to me. Finally, I’d had enough and snapped.
I did a complete 180 and stormed up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt and told him to leave me the fuck alone or I’d put him on the ground in a mound of pain. I told him I couldn’t see him anymore and that he was being too intense and obsessive and his stalker behaviour was the icing on the cake and I couldn’t handle that.
He, in turn had a big emotional outburst right there on the footpath.
Sorry B, I’m done.
He told me he loved me. I told him I didn’t want to see him again and that he needed to stop contacting me.
I walked off, locked myself in my room and bawled my eyes out. What the hell was going on… did I just go through my first break-up?? I was an emotional wreck and worst of all, I had absolutely nobody that I could talk to about it.
it was horrible.
You get to design your own planet: tell us all about your planet — the weather, the seasons, the inhabitants. Go.
Conveniently, I’ve already covered part of this in a previous post.
As for the rest of it… Oh, how I would love for their to be no stupid people on that planet. If it was a planet that I was able to relocate humans to, then I’d be the sole person in charge of screening all applicants… normal people with common-sense would all be relocated to my fancy new planet, but that would then leave all the rest of the dumbasses to fend for themselves here on Earth.
Due to the strict regulations on energy and recycling, there would be such a significant reduction in pollution on the planet, which would result in a purer form of oxygen for the humans, flora and fauna.
This, in term, would mean that global warming wouldn’t be a problem, which, in turn, would create a healthier planet for us to live on.
The weather would be stable – we would still have a standard four seasons, however, droughts would be a thing of the past. Weather would actually be self-sensing and self-regulating… if it senses an area that is in drought, it would instantly create enough rain over the span of a week or two to replenish the environment without having it all happen at once and going to the extreme of flooding.
This would also work in reverse – if there is too much rain or moisture in the atmosphere, the sun and heat would regulate itself in order to dry things up just enough. Ideally there would generally be lots of greenery and sunshine, because modern society doesn’t get enough sunshine, or appreciate simple things in life, like grass and being able to walk on it barefoot.
I want the kind of weather that I love – warm and sunny. Not too hot, not too cold, just perfect every day. Oceans would all be gorgeous and clear with sparkling white sand. I’d still have specific climates in order to preserve specific wildlife ie: polar ice caps.
::SIDENOTE:: As soon as I read ‘Interplanet Janet’, my immediate thought was to the Rocky Horror Picture Show…
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/23/daily-prompt-interplanet-janet/
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