9/1
I was once told that I was as cool as a cucumber. Initially, I took great pride in that comment, but now as I look ay my cucumber, all I feel is disdain. This is because this cucumber has no slickness, no style, and no flash. Instead it has a dull green exterior that pops out to no one. Even still it’s hard to feel bad for the cucumber as it posses one trait sought after by many. It is quite large and girthy.
9/5
Today my cucumber is quite wrinkly and seems to be sad. If I had never met this cucumber and had to guess what happened to it, I would say it was locked in a hot room with no sunlight for days, and that guess would be pretty much right as it has been sitting in my book bag which sits in my hot car for 75% of the day. In fact, the state of my cucumber was so bad that it helped me think and reflect on myself because I know that even when I may be sad, at least I’m not at rock bottom like my poor cucumber. Even though the cucumber had a pretty sad life that’s coming to end, there were some great moments that the cucumber and I shared when he came out of the bag and saw the real world.
This blog was kinda sad but funny in the right places. In this first blog you mentioned how people called you a “Cool Cucumber”. But it in reality you don’t think it’s what its hyped up to be. In your second blog, it was intresting how you compaired you sadness and reflexted it to a heat exhausted cucumber. What great moments did you and your cucumber share when you took it out of the bag?
I like how you came into your relationship with the cucumber with the assumption that it would share some traits with you (“cool as a cucumber”), and you end it by comparing yourself to the cucumber (“. . . even when I may be sad, at least I’m not at rock bottom like my poor cucumber . . .”). You have a good mix of description and self-conscious writing here, and it’s fun to read.