21-02
Today, my English Teacher gave us a curious and amazing exercise. We've been reading and analysing a short story by Ali Smith, about words and eytmology. So, today, she asked us to chose a word from the text and write one or two paragraphs about that word. In those paragraphs we should invent the eymology of that word, writing whatever we like, but not changing the meaning of the word. So, here's mine.
I chose the word "forward":
The word forward was born in the XVI Century, by a woman who spent all her life in her room, consumed by her sadness. Her husband was always out of home or closed in his bureau, writting letters or looking at the window, waiting for something. He was a pessimist and taciturn man. She sometimes leant against the bedroom door and listining to her husband reading war books or talking to his friends about the french and other people she never heard or knew about. And the tone of his voice was a tone she never met before. Enthusiastic. Marvellous. And then, she start saying all the time, he is looking for war, he is looking for war...
(the Teacher really liked it, I'm kinda proud, I guess)
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