Devin Straam
Tuesday, January 17th
15 minute Free-Write (morning)
Daily journal prompt: WHAT’S THE MOST INTERESTING THING ABOUT YOU?
When Mrs. Kalick does roll call, she pronounces my name like ‘tram’, except with an S in front. I’m here to inform everybody reading that this is not correct. Nor is the double A in my surname pronounced like that in ‘aardvark’ (I researched aardvarks on Wikipedia, and according to the least reliable site on the internet—besides YahooAnswers—they can live for up to 23 years in captivity. 23. That’s longer than I’d last in captivity, I guarantee you).
Contrary to Mr. Jay’s pronunciation, you don’t say the As like the ones in Aaron, either. According to Wikipedia, Aaron was Moses’s brother in the Bible. Moses had a speech impediment, so Aaron was assigned as his prophet. A prophet’s kind of like a spokesman. I couldn’t believe it when I read that. Being Moses’s brother must have been some big shoes to fill, especially since Moses kind of got all the credit for leading his people out of bondage. Aaron got the short end of the stick. He died in the desert on the way to the Promised Land.
I feel bad for Aaron. He’s like me in a lot of ways. Not that I plan on dying before I get to the Promised Land, but Aaron’s quiet coming and going is relatable. In a way, we both resemble shadows.
The story about Aaron brings me back to captivity. I think it would be kind of neat to get kidnapped. It would be like a game of Escape, except in real life. If you haven’t played Escape, it’s where you search for clues and solve puzzles to get out of one virtual room and into the next. I’ve never beaten the game, nor do I know if it can be beaten. Of course, in an authentic hostage situation, the kidnappers themselves would be challenging obstacles. I haven’t yet figured that part out.
I’ve been contemplating words associated with kidnapping. After dissecting my mental flow diagram, I researched ‘Stockholm Syndrome’ on the Internet. It’s basically equivalent to an abusive relationship. The captor ties up and likely harms the captive, and then the captive starts to develop sentiment or--in some cases--romantic feelings for their captor.
Personally, I think I’d develop some kind of policy against dating my kidnapper.
The As in my name are actually pronounced like ‘Salaam’, which is Arabic for ‘peace’. I learned that from Ender’s Game, not Wikipedia. The only person who can nail my name is you, Ms. Richmond. And Cassius Pink, but that’s only because he has similar name trouble.
I made an account on Ancestry.com to see if anybody else had the name ‘Straam’. I figured it was common in some country. The only person I could find was someone named Morris, who was born in Russia in the nineteenth century. That was news to me, because I could have sworn I was part Chinese.
It’s probably easy to have a name like ‘Kalick’ or ‘Jay’ because they sound themselves out. But when you have a name like ‘Straam’, people get their tongues tied. All they have to do is ask how to say it. But instead they pretend they're content with struggling, as if trial through error is better etiquette. I blame human tendency. It seems like we always take the hardest route, like we’re trying to prove ourselves or something.
Devin Straam
Tuesday, January 17th
15 minute Free-Write (afternoon)
Daily journal prompt: WHAT’S THE MOST INTERESTING THING ABOUT YOU?
I was thinking about what I read on Wikipedia earlier, and after a bit more research about the Old Testament, I’ve decided I’m more like Ishmael. Ishmael was the son of Abraham. He was exiled after the birth of his brother, Isaac, because Isaac’s mother Sarah (who was a different woman than the Egyptian who’d borne Ishmael) bid Abraham to send him away. For some reason, Abraham agreed. I think it’s because God told him that Ishmael would be okay. I still can’t quite figure that part out. Online, I found this quote from Genesis 16:12 about Ishmael: “And he will be a wild man; his hand will be against every man, and every man’s hand against him; and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brethren.”
Aaron had big shoes to fill, but he died doing something he believed in. Ishmael was an outcast. A pariah. Not even a shadow. He was left for dead and prophesied to become a wild animal. Aaron had huge expectations to amount to, but nobody really expected anything from Ishmael. After Isaac was born, and was declared the forebear of the Israelites, no one cared about Ishmael anymore. After he was cast out, Ishmael was dead to them.
Sometimes I feel like I’m dead to the world.
I still have ten minutes remaining, Ms. Richmond, but I think I’ll be done now.
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