Marian Firke: Off the Cuff

On doing scary things…

by Marian on May 10, 2010

In other news: Per instructions from my endocrinologist, I am about to stop taking a thyroid medication that I’ve been taking for the last decade. He admits that it’s quite likely that I still need the med–a synthetic thyroid hormone that replaces one my body doesn’t produce enough of–but that I should try a 4-week test period, just to see.

I know I’m going to be looked after and taken care of, but this is still kind of scary to me. After all, a decade in the life of an eighteen-year-old is a long ass time. When I started taking this medicine, I hadn’t yet started puberty. I still played with dolls and breyer horses. The twin towers were still standing. I think I still had baby teeth!!

As strange as it sounds, that little purple pill–which produces no side effects, does not alter my mood, and has no bearing on my mental health or well-being–has become a huge part of my life over the last ten years. And while it’s extremely liberating to think that I may not need it any more, stepping out into this new territory is pretty strange.

Chronic thyroiditis is not really a condition that you “recover” from…hence the “chronic,” I’ve always assumed. I’ve always figured that I’ll be taking these meds–in varying doses–for the rest of my life.

Woohoo change and uncertainty! Bring it on!

In other changing and uncertain news: 27 (26 now that it’s after 12, I guess) days until graduation, approximately 2 months until we move to Virginia, and approximately 3 months until I begin at Swat.

No big deal. ;-)

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The “Key” To An Essay

by Marian on May 10, 2010

Imagine that you are sitting in an exam room at your school or university, your blank exam book sitting open before you on the table. You can hear the clock ticking stealthily behind you, and your palms begin to sweat as you look down at the outline you’ve prepared. You’ve reviewed your material, you’ve found your citations, and you’re ready to show the exam reader that you know your stuff. There’s just one problem: You have no idea how to start the essay.

The scenario I’ve just described is one that I saw many of my classmates face during our winter term senior english final. Having searched for quotations for hours the night before, many of them walked into the exam room confident about their ability to strut their stuff. But once they were faced with a blank page, they froze. All of the hard work that they had put into finding the quotations was undermined by bland openings, fuzzy phrasing, and other stylistic problems that creep in when a writer is panicked. Why is it that starting can be the hardest part of all? And how can you overcome that moment of panic and write an opening that demonstrates your mastery of the material?

The strategy that I developed to cope with this situation is what I like to call “The Key to an Essay.” I call it a key not because I believe it is essential, but because it helps you to “unlock” the rest of the essay. Typically, this is something I’ll only use in the situation I outlined above–a timed essay during an exam block (or an in-class essay) where outlines and other materials are permitted.

So what, pray tell, is a key?

A key is a descriptive passage or initial thought that helps you to jump into the material at hand. You create a key by imagining (or pre-writing) your opening in your head and then inserting notes into your outline. The goal is to leave yourself a road map that will help you to both re-create those thoughts in the exam room and make it easier to plow through the rest of the essay with confidence.

That sounds pretty vague–and it is!–because a vast range of things can serve as the key to your essay. Mostly, those fit into 3 categories:

  1. A description
  2. A quotation (typically to be used as an epigraph.)
  3. A well-constructed, strong sentence or question

For example: the passage that I used to start this post would count as a description. The way I might shorten that scene to fit into my notes could be fairly longhand, such as “Description: Exam room, booklet, clock ticking, sweaty palms, freezing in front of the test, what do you do?” Or it could be as simple as “exam room description.” (On my english final, one of my keys was “description english forest: vikings -> romantic poet,” which denoted a paragraph describing both a forest and the evolution of english storytellers from viking through romantic times.) Only you will know how much detail you’ll need in order to break through that moment of panic in the exam room–or, ideally, to avoid that moment of panic entirely.

For some people, getting started smoothly means having a perfect sentence–the sentence–to get them rolling. Sometimes that can be a great strategy if you tend to get anxious and are able to maintain a good flow once you begin writing. (I overall find that strategy a little too restrictive, because I begin to second-guess the sentence I’ve prepared once I’m in the exam room. Since the whole point of having the sentence is to avoid second-guessing, it seems sort of counter-productive for me! But to each their own.) It definitely takes some trial-and-error to determine how much you need to set down to avoid feeling anxious while still leaving yourself some freedom to actually write and create during the exam period.

To a lot of people, this strategy sounds very obvious. After all, outlines include main points, quotations, and thesis statements. Shouldn’t they also include your opening? (Yes, yes they should.) But oftentimes, elements that seem more like craft or artistry tend to get left out of outlines. The best essay openers are oftentimes the ones that seem off the beaten path. After all, a short description–of virtually anything!–is more interesting than the dreaded “In [author]‘s novel, [title], [protagonist] [verb]s.” But if you find that you tend to become less creative on the fly, maybe a little bit of outlined spice is just the ticket to getting your essay started with a bang. In my experience, confident beginnings tend to lead me to better-reasoned middles and more clearly-drawn conclusions. Why not do yourself the favor of making your success as easy as possible?

Last thought of the day:

Writing and sex have a great deal in common. Both require frequent practice to keep you in good condition, and your reception can change dramatically based on your audience.

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What do I want?

by Marian on February 14, 2010

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want. Not material things, although I will admit that I’ve bought three pairs of pants this week. (To be fair, I don’t own any, and it is COLD here!) When I say what I want, I mean what I want from my future. Or rather, what I want and expect from myself in the future.

This is a list that is probably going to change a lot in the future. I’m positive that my list looked nothing like this my freshman year, or last year, or two weeks ago, but right now, this is what my list looks like. And I think that considering how fluid life can be, knowing what I want now is the best I can do.

I want…

…to make the world a more peaceful place.
…to inspire others, as cheesy as it sounds.
…to have someone look at me the way I have looked at my teachers.
…to help people one by one, individually, with investment and sincerity, to become people they will be happy to see in the mirror each morning.
…to say, do, buy, wear, eat, make, discuss, promote, and enjoy things that I believe in.
…to be in love and to cherish it.

This is a lot more navel-gazing than I usually post here–and I post a lot of navel-gazing!!–but this is on my mind a lot right now. I’m very lucky to have been accepted to my dream college. I mean that in two ways: it was both my first choice school and a school that inspires me to dream about possibilities. I’m thinking a lot about the person that I want to be there, and what the next 4 years of my life are going to be like. (What? Senior-year angst? No way!)

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Our Paradox

by Marian on February 13, 2010

I tell you I don’t understand how we
can rub sin against sin and make
clean, rub skin against skin and calm
fires, run away to find
our home, or break
rules while I become
rosy, incandescent, innocent, and you just smile
and say, “That’s love.”

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You have cut my name on a tree

by Marian on February 13, 2010

a tree that could not think nor breathe nor bleed
a tree with broad green hands
and skin pulled tight like a drought

skin like sun on new clover
skin like milk and meat and bread

skin like the small sounds
late at night
that stir you from sleep for the necessary moment
to fall into something warm and green and bright

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