http://slow.writerscafe.org/SarraSedghi The original writings of author Sarra Sahara en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004984 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Partly about love, partly about arguing, and mostly about anxiety. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/1077681/ Sedghi1SarraSedghiDr.BabbENGL2400December7, 2010Behind the (Beat)            InDavid Henry Hwang’s M. Butterfly, aseries of drumbeats is employed in order to convey a dehumanizing perception ofwo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/644967/ not finished yet! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/572877/ another resource. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/538506/ this is definitely not finished yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/537291/ column http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/520864/ It’s another weeknight, and here I sit on my bed. I pull my tattered pink planner out of my bag and glance at the list of assignments. This is going to be tough, I think. No, I am not referring to completing my assignments; I am deciding which one to neglect. This is my last semester of high s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/512010/ a eulogy for my discontinued precalc class. unfinished. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/489982/ A juvenile and simple source of joy came to me on the Labor Day Weekend’s Sunday, and molded itself into my primary interests. It came to me without a name, and without a home, simply sitting on the front seat of my future stepfather’s truck. I saw it in the dark, and its side profile st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/452566/ oldie but goodie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/447243/ recovery is a slow process; finding a cure is an even slower one. my mission to escape negativity, the mission that i started two years ago, is, i feel, almost over. there isn't much room to expand into anymore. however, from my mission that has almost come to an end, a new mission, my quest to prev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/447222/ i don't know how i feel about the definition of the word "always." i feel like the word "always" is almost a lie. it's just that the word "always" isn't certain. more things seem like "nevers" than "alwayses." for example, my dad just said that he wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/447219/ august 19th, 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/445170/ August 18, 2009In order for you to understand my present, I feel that you need to know exactly how I operated in the past. So I found one of my journals from 10th grade and decided to post a few entries in here.  January 4, 2008. Oh I remember something. I am perpetually alone. And I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/444491/                                                               &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/443025/ Most of my regrets involve trusting others. I regret trusting people with my emotions so casually during my first two weeks at Harvard. I regret trusting the psychiatrists I met at the infirmary. I regret trusting my school counselors.  I regret trusting almost everyone. Trusting people leads t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/442261/ August 11, 2009Work will be the death of me. It almost was in 10th grade, so I don’t see why it can’t bother me Senior Year. 10th grade was an awful situation, though. During that year (Fifteendom, I call it), I was stressed out of my mind. There was too much work, and of course I was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/442222/ I forgot to mention that I found my favorite shoes on Friday. There they were, just sitting in my closet. And even though my grandmother was likely the one who technically found them, I chose to ignore that, because there they were, my favorite shoes, just sitting in my closet, waiting for me. You d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/441224/ August 8th, 2009Perhaps this will be on the first page of my book. Perhaps “perhaps” will be the first word that people read. Perhaps I’ll actually keep up with this project, and perhaps this book will actually exist. I’ve been a little off today. I drove to Walgre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/440733/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/440732/ essay for my lit class. i've been switching computers a lot lately. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/439017/ character piece due monday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/430327/ my worst story yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/427820/ this isn't finished yet, but it will be soon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/424895/ this is more of the opposite of t.s. elliot's version. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/412390/ comparing people to a photograph... i don't know why i didn't think of it before! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/395231/ this is another joke. if you get to know me, i'm a complete a*s, i really am. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/386642/ the final bell rings and i findsophomores crying in the hallway,and i don't know why,or what has happened to the world.and two minutes later in the parking lot,my sister tells me thatyour father is dead,and the whole world tilts and cringes. and it just can't be realon thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/386638/ this is a song i wrote about two of my friends. it is addressed to one friend, and written in the other friend's perspective. i think it is pretty f*****g hilarious. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/384152/ sometimes i get bored in social justice class. i did today, at least. and right before i wrote this, i was in history class learning about the 1920s, particularly the its social aspect. in the 1920s, the urban areas grew more advanced and secular, and ten http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/383272/ i wrote this when i hated my life. except i didn't hate this one person. and i remember i was angry when i wrote this, and i just wanted to get away from everything about the world that i hated. i created my own little heaven, complete with nice weather a http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/382829/ self-conciousness. actually it's more about drifting away from a friend. i felt like she was ditching me in order to be with people who were higher on the high school food chain, and she seemed so different than she had after i knew her for several years http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/382827/ cattle trucks make me sad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/382825/ i don't really know what this is. i was just writing whatever i thought of because i was bored, and somehow i got a story out of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/382824/ based on a true story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/382822/ part of this is exaggerated, but the parts about my life are real. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/382820/ high school confuses me so much. i wrote this because i was disillusioned, especially by alcohol. and the mannerisms of people my age, and the way i was thinking. we all strive for glory, no matter what we define it as. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/382816/ this isn't just about what happened. it's about truth and looking into people and motivation, and basically understanding. and high school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SarraSedghi/382812/