Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Homeschooling Experience: As an Adult, Looking Back
Oh, the irony! He didn't even like school. Nothing about school was enjoyable and he definitely didn't like being homeschooled. Maybe, he was just embarrassed that it wasn’t cool enough. I don't know what it was. He always seemed like he wanted something different. I could tell that Mom and Dad got frustrated with my brother at times. Even though I was a good bit younger. I felt some of his distaste and disdain for some of the life choices that our parents had made. I saw the sacrifice that our parents made, but I wondered if he did as much growing up. Why couldn’t he just be okay with what Mom and Dad felt like was the best form of education for us?
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Education
How I Became A Coffee Drinker
I was at work, sitting at my desk, wishing the hours would go faster. All that I could think about was enjoying the weekend. I looked over at the front counter and I saw this ancient lady who was hardly tall enough to reach her head above the student services counter. She had an oxygen machine in hand. “Would you be kind enough to get me some coffee... coffee with ice.”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Where the Treasure Clings
My mind feels like a ship on a sea, always moving, sailing somewhere, maybe towards a storm, maybe towards solace. The masts are strong but they are starting to get more tattered with age, rage and vulnerabilities. How much longer? How much longer? Will I sleep in a ship port of peace with other ships that just rest there? The ship bottom is plastered in barnacles and old hopes that were hidden like treasure on the ship. You mean to tell me that the treasure wasn’t at the bottom of the sea tucked away in a chest, but the treasure was attached to the bottom of me?
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
It’s Not So Black and White
Do you ever feel like some people treat problems as if the solution is black and white? In reality the solution feels gray - just plain gray. As in there is not necessarily a right or wrong way to go about solving the problem. I get a bit aggravated when people make it seem like any given problem in life is as simple as solving a basic math equation. There have been many people that look at me and I can tell they’re confused by me in general. Why am I not used to this yet? I’m not sure. Maybe another thirty years of life will help me have some wisdom about this. In this writing prompt write a piece about an experience you had where you were in a situation that felt gray. Maybe someone in your life made it seem like there was a black and white solution to your problem but you didn’t feel like it was so clear cut. How did they make you feel in this position you were in? Did this experience help you grow?
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Writers
