I think anyone who has just taken a glance at this blog since the first or second day could have realized where two out of the three words in the name come from; obviously, I've been following the alphabet, adding five numbers at the end to compensate for the number of days in March. The color was originally random, my main rationale being that I like oranges, but just after creating this blog I realized that this year's Slice of Life logo is what looks like a half orange, which was a nice coincidence.
|the 2014 Slice of Life logo by Two Writing Teachers|
March is the month of projects and homework, the height of science fair season, and the time when I apparently lose my ability to not procrastinate. This blog was just the icing on the cake, causing me to stay up later than I usually do, for more consecutive days than I ever have before. As I used to go to bed at nine in the evening, the progressively later timestamps on most of my posts evidence my drastic changes in sleep schedule.
While still a burden and a chore, this blogging challenge has not been as tedious as I had originally thought it would be. Perhaps it's just the constant activity of March, but enough has happened for me to make a somewhat meaningful blog post on most days.
Also part of the challenge is to write forty comments on other people's blogs in the space of these 31 days. I'm so glad that of all things, this is one assignment I didn't decide to horribly procrastinate on, spacing out my comments throughout the month and finishing them on Saturday the 29th. I'm rather amused at the comments that are showing up on all the blogs I've seen, as well as the significant increase in comments per post, lately, on my blog (from ~0.1 to ~1.1 comments per post, by my reckoning).
A muddy, halfway "reflection" on the past month is all that is forthcoming from my fingers, it seems. By now, I have finished my orange alphabet soup, garnished with a sprinkle of numbers, and found it to be mostly salty, with patches of bitter or sour and hints of sweet, and not entirely unpleasant. The month has now ended, but my week and work have just begun.
With that, I bid you farewell.