Rachel’s Diary

If you’re a frequent reader of Sightline, you may recall the diary entries accidentally posted by members of the staff. Well, it seems to have happened again! I have no idea how my diary was posted, but I figure I’ll leave it up- at least, for now. ~Rachel A. Schrock

Dear Mr. Tennant,

 

Screen Shot 2013-11-27 at 7.18.39 AMToday I was playing Snake on my laptop, as I often do, and I watched as my snake chased his tail. He went around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and a-

 

Sorry. Where was I?

 

Oh, yeah. Anyways, so as my snake chased his tail, I thought about how life is like a game of Snake.

 

Say, Mr. Tennant, that you have a goal. That goal is like a red square of… uh… success. And achievement. And awesomeness. This goal will contribute to your personal growth. It will help you gain blue blocks of… um… growth. Lots of growth.

 

But there are some obstacles. You can run into the edges of your own natural ability. You can get into your own way. Sometimes, you need to take the long way, or circle back around and around and around and around and ar- sorry, I’m at it again, Mr. Tennant- until you get in the right position to finally reach what you’ve been working for.

 

And it doesn’t stop when you’ve just reached one goal. That wouldn’t be any fun, Mr. Tennant! That would be one boring game of Snake! No, our lives are a series of little red goals, one after another, until we get in our own way again and have to start again from the bottom. Which is really frustrating, because that one time I almost beat my high score and then I accidentally looped my snake too tight and made it run into itself. I was in an absolutely rotten mood for the rest of the week! Do you remember those diary entries, Mr. Tennant? (By the way, I’m still sorry about all the terrible, mean-spirited words I said to you in those troubled times. Never again will I call you a doo-doo head, I promise!)

 

So that’s how life is like a game of Snake. I’m so glad I wrote this down, Mr. Tennant! This may just be the smartest thing I’ve ever thought!

 

Much love and kisses xoxo,

Rachel