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My blog will be on anything that catches my interest at a time. It could be music I'm listening to, My views on current hits out right now. It will be a place that will hold my research and photos I've taken in class, etc.

who inspires me

It's not who inspires me, but it's who keeps me going when I'm feeling like I could give up at any time. I've always been a daddy's girl. There's not a lot of things that inspire me. It's more like if I see something that captures my interest and gives me ideas, I can extend and expand on those ideas- but they don't last. There's been times where I thought passing classes with flying colours was too far away. It was then that my dad would tell me to "keep going". I knew he'd be disappointed in high school when I got a low grade on a paper, but he'd never say anything to me- ever (which I felt was worse). 

When it came to little credits that I had gained through a science test, he would boast about it gleefully. When it comes to little things like that, it motivated me. Coming from a small rural town there is a subtle awareness in expecting a low success rate at the only high school with the population of 375 ranging from year 7 to year 13. Theres not much hope when it comes to my home town. To me it was akin to knowing our fate was to stay and live on the farm and not travel anywhere because there was no need. There were nights that I stayed up late doing projects/ homework etc, where the only light in the house shined on my workload. My dad would wonder into the kitchen seeing what I was up to. He'd ask "Daughter why are you still awake?". I would sweep my hand in front of me indicating the obvious. 

He would stare at it, then back and me, then finally offer help even though we both knew he wasn't much use. I say "I'm about to finish".

Placated, dad would make me a cup of tea, kiss my forehead and say "go hard my girl" before he went to bed. When he leaves I think about the moments like that that had happened before. I thank God for giving me the best supporting dad ever. He is my inspiration, my motivation, and my hero.

Raww Cassandra say what you see

When I walk into a room, At first glance I see a whole bunch of furniture. Looking closely, I start to see how each piece looks unusual. I see what should be a chair. It looks like a tree trunk sliced cleanly from a tree. A thick log then sliced at an 80 degree angle from top to bottom, with the diameter of 50cm.
It smells of freshly varnished wood with a slightly woodsy musky scent, like you know it was in the forest yesterday. I see another chair opposite it that looks like two chairs but connected together by the seat part you sit on. Angles slightly towards each other, it seems it's suited more for a large person, or two skinny people with very thin legs. The first chair looks like it was dipped in the sewers, then doused in varnish.It's like shiny shit paint (if there's such thing). I love the smell of varnish. To me it smells clean/ sterile. I like the look of aged wood, it has a depth of history for example; when your counting the rings at the base of a stump, the more rings, the older it is. Looking at the room full of wooden furniture, I can't help but think of how flammable it is.There's a fragile looking statue right up front. It looks to be made of toilet paper. I feel like it doesn't belong here- so to me, it sticks out, but then I thick maybe it was put there to confuse people. I think of this room overall as kindling. I see how resourceful and creative we are as humans. I see how how unique our ideas can be. It makes me appreciate art in general even more. Our creativeness is limitless.