January 13

Journal 1: The Coin's Story - The Coin's Tail (perhaps)

This coin is slightly old and grimy due to time- fairly ordinary, except its flip is binding- similar to applying early decision to a college. There is no turning back- no retossing a "decision dime," making the coin in this short story (or "tail" if you will) unique and slightly whimsical, though I do not intend to world build a fantasy realm as I did for the dystopian society in my most recent SDA. I've realized I am much better and far more engrossed in writing about my experiences or a concept that hits close to home- howver self-absorbed that may sound. Thus, the decision to be made by the coin and main character in the story is going to reflect one that I have been contemplating myself during the highs and lows that have made up junior year; the choice of career. Though absurd, I find myself stuck between my interest in law/debate/public speaking and medicine/health/ophthalmology(as seen in my EMC project last year). I've been told by handfuls (yes, plural) of people (enough to fill Lord Garmadon's four hands) that these are extremely divergent fields, yet I see them more as two sides of the same coin. Perhaps my desire to be an interdisiplinary disciple at GHS has left me stuck at a four way junction that forms new routes by the second, but, to me, law and medicine are both connected in that they strive to aid, whether the coat worn be black or white. The coin in the story will hold the weighty significance of having to make this decision. 

3  ways the coin can influence the plot: (could end up being a combination)

• When the coin flips, as it is spinning in the air, the character could have a revelation of what it is she actually wants to do in life. Imagine if it were that simple...

• The coin's decision can make the character choose a path and finally commit to something, as it is far better to be the master of one/a few than a novice at many. 

• The coin could land in the middle, leading to the decision being ultimately made by the character.

Short Scene (introducing the coin): 

*Note: I'm trying to expand my vocabulary.*

Nothing looked current about the currency I held in my hand; the "decision dime" was battered as if it had been botched up by people- like me- who put their fate up to chance with a cockamamie coin flip. To add to this bizarre buffoonery I had gotten myself into- the decision made by tossing the dirty dime in front of me would be binding- as if I didn't have to worry about the other you-have-no-other-choice stuff in my life. Under further scrutiny, holding the dime up to the dome of my eye, I failed to note anything of unchampioned significance in the piece of metal. Then again, I can acknowledge that people- even the coin- tend to observe me the same way. Nothing's monumental about how I "match" my clothes in the morning, and there isn't a distinct disturbance consuming my daily thoughts, tripping me off my balance, except on especially dreary days- or, you know, when my shoelaces unravel undone. Yet, I can sense that I am special- unique in the universe in the same way I perceive the dime as a pertinent piece to reveal my preordained fate.