Here is your blog post: Write at least 300 words in the style of Nabokov on pages
160-161, specifically where he has that whole anaphoric catalog reading “I saw…. I
saw…. I saw….”
Nabokov 300 words
By: Patrice Patrick
Wandering in through the Watterson Tower doors with three people by my side I stepped to a corner of the lounge area. I stepped into what seemed like a mini Halloween party all lined up together. No dancing just standing in line waiting. Waiting to get checked in to their rooms after midnight. I stepped aside so people could check in. I saw them in all types of costumes. Many of them looked drunk. I saw ankles bleeding and mud all over them. I saw people dressed up as Jesus, hookers, bumble bees, pirates, football players, referees, and many more. I saw them hand the night ops there ID. I saw many checking in guest. One line was for people that were checking in with guests I saw. I saw that the line that was for someone just checking in themselves was short. I saw that the line with a resident checking in a guest was extremely long. The line was out the door. I saw many people anxiously waiting to get in line or get out of line and into their rooms. I saw many things that night. Some things I will never forget and some things I want to forget. I saw a lot. A lot saw me. This is not where I live. I just want to get back to my room and finish my midnight snack but here I am trying to get rid of the problem that resides in my room. I saw many familiar faces. I saw the look in their eyes that told me all they wanted to do is get to their room safely without a hassle from the night ops people. I looked at her face searching for an answer. I saw her angrily slam down her cell phone and pick it up again. I saw her fingers poke at her cell phone keys. I saw the bewildered face turn in to a gloomy blank looking frown. Tired, Restless. Exhausted. Sleep deprived. Moody. Angry. Irratied. Annoyed. All words that described how I felt at that moment. I am not a baby sitter. I felt like one that night. Angered by her actions and her mistakes. The sorry has gotten old. JUST SHUT UP ALREADY! Why me I think to myself. I saw many others getting along. I walk through the halls and see many getting along with one that reside in there room. I saw pictures of the two that stay in a room together on their door. Look at their smiling faces. I saw those that don’t get along. I saw. I saw it in their eyes when there roommate was brought up. I saw her slump over in the corner. I saw the cop look at her in the corner wondering what she’s doing just sitting there and not getting in line. I saw the look on the faces of the two I was with . They looked angry. They looked hungry. They looked tired. I looked mad. I saw the anger in my eyes when I looked in my mirror when I finally got back to my room. They day was perfect before midnight. The night turned into hell as soon as I saw her coming down the hall as I was heating up my Spaghetti O’s. I saw her point at me and I saw her… Not tonight I sighed…
