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THE BLANK PAGE
I sat there staring at the blank page, not knowing what to write. Not that I could really concentrate. Almost everyone was talking filling the room with a roar of conversation, all of which blending into each other making it almost impossible to tell one voice from each other. The noise gave me a headache, making it even harder to concentrate. My head felt heavy. The more I tried to ignore it, the louder it seemed to become, until I could barely even hear my own thoughts. Time dragged on and on, as the noise went on and on. And still the page stayed blank.
Time marched on, but the only thing I was aware of was the pain in my head, and the noise that surrounded me. My headache was getting worse, from a mix of the noise, and lack of sleep. Talking and laughter filled the room. The teacher called for silence with no effect. The students probably can't even hear him. And still the page stayed blank.
A few students from another class arrived with a message that they gave to the teacher, and then left again. I wished I could go with them just to get away from all the noise. The noise continues as the students ignore the teacher's requests for quiet. My eyes felt hot, my head felt like a drum playing to a rock song. I wished I could just go home and go to bed, but the period wasn't over, and there was still four more after it. And still the page stayed blank.
The more I tried to think of a topic, the more confused I got. I went through every idea I could think of, discarding one after another, certain that none of them would do. The more ideas I discarded, the less came to me, until it felt like the only thing remaining ion my head was the pain which was caused by the unrelenting noise. And still the page stayed blank.
People passed in the corridor, not coming in but pausing to look in the windows, no doubt wondering about all the noise. My head felt like it was going to explode, my eyes were burning hot. The teacher asked once again for silence, and once again the class ignored it. The roar of conversation fills the room from floor to ceiling. Everyone was talking louder and louder trying to be heard over the others until no one could really be heard. And still the page stayed blank.
The bell went for recess and all of the other students stampeded out of the classroom.
And still the page was blank.
That night, I sat at my desk at home, once again starring at the blank page. It was still blank, for I still did not know what to fill it with. All the ideas I'd had before seemed feeble before, and now they seemed even more so. But at least now I could think clearly. In my own home, in my own room, sitting at my own desk, it was quiet, and the quiet gave relief from my headache. But still, the page was blank.
I thought back over the day, of how no matter how hard I had tried that day, the page had stayed blank and I could think of nothing to fill it with, my struggle to think of a topic complicated even more by the noise that was in the classroom, and the pain that had been in my head. Now, after the first failed effort, I wanted my second attempt to not only succeed, but to succeed well. But the page was still as blank as ever.
It was then that it came to me. That blank piece of paper, that single, feeble piece of paper, had stayed blank for so long, and it had appeared to have defeated me. But now I would turn it's own attack on it's self.
It was then that I started to write about the blank page.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
This rather silly piece of writing is something I came up in high school, grade nine if I remember correctly, as part of a creative writing assignment. Yes, it is based on real events if not somewhat exaggerated. I came across it while looking through some old files on my computer, and was shocked to find that I still had it.