By NV Perez
In our creative writing class our instructor challenged us to seek, discover and explore the creative potentials of ourselves through imagination and expressed in writing.
So far in my 16th year this is the first time I get into this extraordinary class that encourage and inspire us to be imaginative or wish to pursue or change for imagination’s sake, after all this class, as our kind instructor said, is our pathway to harness us as elevated beings and not just ordinary. Average minded humans thinking like robots because we want to belong and be part of the unthinking crowd.
As a small gathering of neophyte writers wanting to learn creative writing we accepted the challenge first by talking about it and write about it to confirm and cement what was on our mind. It was fun, we all found out to explore and conquer possibilities of imagination and openly share it. Like a fantasy slowly into a reality. We agreed it was a good initiation, like landing on the surface of the moon. Yes, the possibilities are wide and far-reaching.
One of us wrote through poetry in English and Visayan, another in a song, just like a song writer with perfect lyrics, and one explored in a one-act play complete with dialogues as guided by our instructor. As for me, I wrote in essay in a letter form sent to my father and father working separately abroad for a short while. They are contract workers and will be back when I reached 20 years old.
I wrote them and asked if there is a chance if I change my name. They named me Nicole Victoria and I know it’s a nice name but I said I wish they could have find a more original and authentic name for me. You see I find it too common an American name and pretentious for me and does not reflect my true Malayan race.
I wish they were original and creative themselves who rose above the colonial mentality stuff-or is it garbage of following the bandwagon? I have black hair, black eyes and a flat nose and proud of who I am. What you see is what you get. Not of someone or even my parents idea of me.
I never mean to offend or disgrace them but I am old enough to know what is right and not. I wish my name is something like Amihan or Diwa/Diwata. Isn’t that proudly original Pinoy? At least I’m one of a kind of a name and not cliché and cheap. I have read somewhere that Manila and Olongapo bar girls as young as my age put up alias like Nicole, Candy, Britney and heaven knows what. I wonder when this copycatting mentality stop?
Yes please can we put the world to a halt and I be a new person when it evolves again. By that time call me Panganod or White Sky. Now that is creativity at work.
Editor’s note: The young author dreams of becoming a doctor who wants to write a column too. She has so much promise as a creative writer.
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