-Roman

I wrote this the day after i found out that the student at my school that died was the person I admired on my bus. That was 2 weeks ago but it still affects all of us.

Heres a story I wrote about my most prized possession, my typewriter. I call him Wallace.

Click Clack Ding

“Great! They’re open.” I thought to myself as I grabbed the antique shops’ door handle. Immediately I jumped to the back of the store where the periodicals were, I had been there the year before, and staring at me was the most astounding typewriter I’d ever seen. Without thinking twice I grabbed it and brought it to the front of the store where I found the original owner of the typewriter. He had told me that it was a 1953 Smith-Corona “Silent” that he had bought to type up papers in college and that for $20 it was as good as mine. As I was jumping for joy I grabbed the typewriter and started for home.

A casing of smooth tan steel and army green buttons don’t deserve to lye amongst other odds and ends that aren’t as prestigious as the “has been” typewriter. The spectacle of such an object is enough to entice everyone that passes by to reach out and press one of the keys to hear shear click of the lettered key hitting the roller. This superfluous jolt of excitement is enough to fill any individual with a pulse with glee and make said person wonder,” Why would anyone want to get rid of such a miraculous article of machinery?” Remembering almost instantly that they own a computer at home, ordinary people fall out of that trance and don’t want to take the entity home to rot in a dark closet never to be seen again.

Writing on an object of such splendor is one of the great joys of the world. From the time that the first sheet of paper is rolled into place to the chime of the petite, end of the line bell, a person can become hooked and never want to put the typewriter down. That is until they realize the harsh reality of not typing on Microsoft word, no backspace. The aggravation of not spelling a word correctly and either having to get out the correction tape or start all over again is enough to drive a person up the wall.  Perhaps that’s the reason not many individuals use them anymore and simply buy them to put atop a shelf or even, as some have done in the past, hang them on the wall as art.

Instantaneously after putting my new found treasure on the table everyone started talking about how they haven’t used a typewriter in years and all the great stories they had. Some said that they had learned on a typewriter just like it. Others, like my procrastinating mother, had to move into the basement to finish up their papers as to not disturb sleeping siblings and parents. One item was consistent with every, they couldn’t forget the signature click, clack, ding that myself and other typewriter owners love so deeply enough to rescue that one typewriter in between all the rubble.

Thats a new start. Well to start I’m supposed to be writing or should I say revising my english paper due tomorrow. But after doing my other homework and being sidetracked by Julie and Julia I decided to blog. Most recently I’ve come to the conclusion that I’d like to live out my life as a woman but not as any old woman, but as a Mrs. Clever or Julia Child. I don’t love anything more than elegant dresses, pearl necklaces, and heels. Especially my silver dangling earrings that I just so happen to be wearing now. Its not that i don’t like my life as a guy its that I feel as if I should be a girl and now with chest hair growing and a mustache popping out i couldn’t be more distressed. I will do everything in my power to stay happy and that means removing all hair and my new found goal, getting green and blue eyeliner. Hope all is well and if my family felt so inclined to read this blog. This is me and I don’t plan on changing for anyone.

Me wearing my party dress, white bead necklace, and favorite pair of earrings.