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My name is Bekah and I am a sophomore here at Butler. I am an Art + Design major and love sewing and being creative. I also love dancing (I'm on dance team!), eating cereal, and shopping at Target.

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NEW BLOG!

Hi friends. As I did last summer, I’m going to start posting on a blog other than this one for the summer time. Since school is not in session for the next few months, my blog posts are currently not needed here. I have more thoughts I want to express, and I hope you still want to read them. If that’s the case, check out my summer blog!

3 pictures of my face? It's gotta be great!

3 pictures of my face? It’s gotta be great!

Here’s the link. Click me. Bekah’s summer blog. Ooooh, so fun!

There’s currently no updated posts on there, so use your time wisely and catch up on all my posts from last summer.

Have a wonderful summer, and I look forward to sharing my thoughts with you :)

Let’s Read a Poem, Shall We?

Happy Thursday friends! I was in a poetry class this semester, and we turned in our final poetry collection the other day. I am really proud of it and excited about what I wrote this past semester, and I wanted to share a poem with you, especially since it’s totally different than what I usually post on here. Enjoy!

 

my smile takes up my whole face, but I have clouds on my hands so I can’t touch it

by: Bekah Pollard

 

I sit in a freshly opened jar of marshmallow fluff,

tilting back ever-so-slightly.

The tips of my toes peeking out

from atop the mound.

 

A miniature man in overalls stands on my shoulders and pours

a tin bucket of luke-warm water

down my back, igniting my senses.

 

My lips tingle from a kiss.

My fingertips twitch from a touch.

The very tip of my right ring-finger toe tells me,

“Hey, this is fun.”

 

The waterfall feels numb and present

as droplets dance and dart

across my back.

The man with the bucket takes a break

and opens a trap door above my left ear,

blowing the fog from the cracks in my brain.

 

I wrap myself in a blanket as

the tip of my right ring-finger toe

kisses the floor.

I fall asleep lying on my back

in a tub of warm water,

covering my ears halfway.

 

Whoop, there it is.

Whoop, there it is.

 

Keep doing work on those finals, and thanks for reading :)

Eavesdropping in Starbucks

Happy Thursday everyone! Yesterday afternoon whilst studying in Starbucks, I overheard an intriguing conversation between two businessmen sitting behind me. They were discussing some sort of art-related event coming up. Here’s what I recorded as they sat behind me:

There are two business men wearing chunky knit navy blue sweaters sitting behind me. They are discussing some sort of arty, businessy type event. I am sitting in a corner table, having the two men meet my table in the corner. I imagine the one closest to me to be named Clark, while I imagine his companion to be Beau. (Please note: I totally made up their names. They just felt right.)

Clark has a long pea coat as well as a striped scarf hanging from his chair. He has brown hair and a scruffy beard. He seems to be the younger of the two. Beau faces me and has short blonde hair and a bit of a sour expression on his face. He has a pea coat as well, but it’s not nearly as stylish or long as Clark’s. He also lacks a sweater and facial hair. Maybe that’s why he looks so ticked. After trying to record details of the two’s appearances, I begin eavesdropping.

“If they don’t come through on those we can think of some others. I can think of some clients,” Clark says, reassuring his partner.

“They will easily sell. It doesn’t matter how many arts packages we have. I can package them together if we have too many. We always sell them,” Beau answers confidently.

“I’m trying to spend less money,” Clark adds.

“Good luck,” chuckles his companion.

I become paranoid that they see me typing their conversation and float in and out of listening. Over the next few minutes I gather they are having some sort of silent auction to benefit some artistic organization in the area. It’s perhaps a choir because they mention having a student from Fishers talk about his experience signing with “them” during the auction. I’m not sure who “them” is, but I imagine it to be whatever organization these two men work for.

Beau has obviously worked for this company longer as he mentions how he moved to London for a bit, and also describes past silent auctions to Clark. After this description, I hear that Clark is going to email Nancy and get half off tuxedos for the event. Unfortunately, though, he has done nothing about Tim getting wine bottles.

Get it? Eavesdropping. Like me.

Get it? Eavesdropping. Like me.

“We could always use more liquor,” Beau says. By now I’ve deduced that Beau is a bit sassier and more opinionated than Clark. This silent auction isn’t his first time at the rodeo, so he expresses his confidence regarding the preparation.

A bit more time passes, they discuss the possibility of a February board meeting (can I come?), and one of the two points out, “They’re putting their asses on the line, too.” I wonder what that could be about. I need to pay more attention. But oh no, I feel paranoid again, so my interest fades out.

When I tune back in, Beau is passionately telling Clark they can’t play a certain piece at the event.

“It’s a fabulous piece,” Beau starts. “To me it’s ecstasy, but we’re not doing that piece.”

He reaches an all-time high for sassiness in this moment, and I am a little surprised by his tone. The conversation shifts to a preparation meeting before the event.

“Do you want Eric there?” Clark asks.

Beau takes a long pause before he answers, and I’m certain he sees me typing their words. Really, he’s just being sassy and finally answers that he doesn’t want Eric helping yet. Ouch. The two continue to plan things and Clark chimes in saying, “That’s classy.”

The last bit of dialogue I acknowledge is Beau emphatically saying, “Well, it has to be that way.” I smile to myself, the men say a bit more, then put on their fitted coats and leave. I stare at them as they walk out, and get excited to write this post.

Have a great end to the week, and thanks for reading :)

 

Stream of Consciousness

Happy Wednesday everyone! I only got about four hours of sleep last night, so my mind is extra strange today. Due to this strangeness, I think we should play a game where I write whatever the heck randomly pops into my head, and you come along for the ride. Let’s begin!

I, along with my friend Britt, keep thinking today is Thursday. My sweater is extremely staticy. My friend Sam just walked in the door. I’m at Starbucks. I am going to go say hello. I’ll be back shortly.

I’m back. Anyway, back to my sweater: I bought it at Value World, which if you don’t know, is the closest thing to Heaven on earth besides Target. It’s a really large thrift store with all kinds of great finds, and the one on 38th street happens to be the largest Thrift Store in Indianapolis. I just saw a kid from my English class walk by. He was wearing a black pea coat. If he were to ever read this, would that be creepy? Not sure. 2423339575_044c637a0c

I actually left there for a period of about six hours due to meetings and dance team practice. Isn’t that strange how the end of a sentence and a break in a line can either represent moving from one thought to another in one instant, or within several hours. CRAZY STUFF! I am eating some Baked Lays right now, and they are pretty tasty. My mom doesn’t like Baked Lays. She also doesn’t like my fanny packs, as I mention in this video. I have a Napoleon Dynamite pen. It actually talks, but the battery ran out, so it has been silenced. That was one of the dumbest thoughts I’ve had all day. I’m sorry I shared that with you. Actually, it probably wasn’t the dumbest thought. Thinking it was the dumbest thought was my dumbest thought.

K byeeeeee!

Have a great rest of the week and thanks for reading :)