HOW TO: CLASS WRITING ASSIGNMENT ( A.K.A PROJECT X PART 1 )

How to: turn a Class writing assignment into a

blog post

The Following is my rendition of saturating an otherwise dull writing prompt.

The directions were simple: Make a review article, move on and die (or more specifically, "Have a favorite band you love and want to give others the honest take on what makes the music great? Write that review!" Side note: most names and locations have been changed for privacy reasons.

But I've come to review something even better—or maybe worse—than that: EX's...

EX’S, WOULD NOT RECOMMEND ;

When faced with the letter ‘X’ we just don’t know what to do with it. nd.edu says “the letter ‘X’ is used 0.15% in the everyday English language” and The Collegiate says “The letter x is pointless, tedious, and is merely an obstacle in learning and using modern day English. X is completely replaceable.” How right they are… but in non-English situations the word ‘EX’ is the bane of human society: EX-Nazi, EX-Con, EX-tra fries—delicious for the lips but bad for the hips—and finally a relationship ‘EX’; the worst of all and the only ‘X’ that can turn the brave scared, the sane delusional, shatter confidence and set back months of glow-ups, therapy, work-outs, and ‘anti-men feminism’ in just one (maybe awkward) “hello” or long (probably judging) gaze…

–and here mine was; sitting down. Right in front of me. Not an ex-boyfriend by any means but an ex-crush, a question unanswered, a relationship that never was, and a cute outfit that suddenly was hideous...

...Walking from the science class from hell into the cleanest bathroom our school had to offer after the bell rung, I brought up the subject: “Why can’t they just disappear or spontaneously combust when you break-up, that way you’d never have to see them again and there’d be no accidental bumps into each other–” * Jessica Cinzell. 18, Beautiful, works at a fashion boutique, wants to be a designer when she gets older. * “Oh! Or the post break-up ‘Am I or am I not doing better than you?’ Look!” * Cambria Lexington. Also 18, works at an upscale shoe department and doesn't want to be a disappointment when she gets older. * “Exactly, and then there’d be room for single people who don’t cheat.” “Or make you feel like crap about yourself” finally I pitched in, “Or makes you think what if? Haha” But that statement sucked all of the air out of the room and we were silent, and all of a sudden here we were, ladies skipping luncheon and definitely single—but fabulous, with a large question mark.

(Side note: to make the short story even shorter—we did not get together, and the only thing that was left between us was a cold that I’m still trying to get over. The end?)