Amazing

I find it simply amazing, ironic, and odd that I love my English class this semester.  As I registered for the semester, my English class is the class I was least looking forward to.  I hated writing.  I never thought I was good at it.  I know I am not a professional at it.  My sister is by far more amazing (to see check out her blog: freshscribbles). I even voiced my concerns during the first week of class.  Throughout all the assignments we have done though, I have unexpectedly enjoyed myself immensely.

For the class, we have to go visit a Writing "tutor" at least twice during the semester.  Those visits are great.  I had no idea the writing center existed on campus.  As I sit down and do an assignment, it is really exciting.  During the day, I think how to improve the paper, or poem constantly.  It's beyond amazing!  Anyone who knows me knows how odd this truly is.  If I were given the option to write a poem or do a mathematical equation at the beginning of the semester, I would rather be given the algebraic equation and solve for "x".  But now all I want to do is write poetry. It's such a fun avenue of emotional release.  

My personal essay assignment was even thrilling to write.  Trying to find visual ways to write rather than just telling the reader was almost as exciting as trying to find a solution for an inverse sine function!

I will definitely continue writing poetry throughout my life.  It's just fun!  

It really is ironic that the class I am enjoying the most this semester is my English class.  My trigonometry and statistics class are right up at the top as well. My life science class is a totally different story.  But really this semester hasn't been very bad.  In different ways, I have found All my classes enjoyable and interesting.  (even learning about the nature of wheat has been somewhat thrilling...)  

But writing doesn't hold the same dislike as it did in January!! It's been great fun. This blog will most definitely be seeing more of my writing.  

Like An Unreachable Itch

Five minutes ago you 

awoke 

with your face plastered against your textbook
with ten minutes before the Final exam.

Your fingers involuntarily

tap
on the steering wheel as you 

glance
obsessive-compulsively t'wards the clock.

Reminiscent of a recovering addict's ache, you 

crave
taco bell. With the pressure of a dam, the 

tension 

within your bladder rapidly reaches the breaking point.

Your chest aches from your heart's

devil-beating
due to unrelenting 

thoughts 

of the imminent exam.

You have little Time to 

dilly-dally
  hesitate

shilly-shally

  vacillate
whiffle-waffle
  dawdle

BUT

the car
in Front of you
is going
 30
in a
 40
mph Zone!

Chivalriless

In age

of chivalry,

men protected woman.

Courage, valor

and love

shew through 

their deeds always.

Nothing more important,

their Lady was 

their Life.

Modern

times have changed.

Boys think they're in mom's womb

till death, with no

growth,

courage

and protecting

damsels in distress; so

women wander

amiss.

Poetry Unit

In my English class this semester I have been writing poetry for the past week or so.  It has been an interesting and unexpectedly exciting endeavor.  It was fun to write poetry. I didn't know how to write poetry, and then I realized, through my class, that I can choose how to write it.  It's so cool!!!

So  I decided to post a couple of my poems on my blog.  

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Completely Ridiculous

I am going to vent to space today.  I came across a really annoying bit of reality today.  My mom got an earful on her voicemail because of this reality (I needed someone to hear my frustration) - I am sorry for the long, loud voicemail mom!

I am trying to sell some of my DVDs.  I have too many.  I heard that this store buys used DVDs.  I thought, what I great idea!  My DVDs are in almost- new condition.  Most of them have only been viewed a couple of times.  So I went to this store with five of them ready to receive at least $15 dollars for all of them.  They wanted all of them for $7 dollars.  I was flabbergasted.  One of them was going to be bought for 25 cents.  Needless to say, I left the store with my DVDs to think about it for a little bit more.  True I bought 3 out of the 5 at an extremely discounted price, but 25 cents. Come on!!

So I was thinking about it all during the day today, and I decided that it would be okay to get $7 for the whole thing.  I only bought 3 of them, so it would be okay.  I wasn't going to take the time to find someone who would buy them for more.  I wouldn't take the time!  -it's not that important to me.  I just wanted to get rid of them.  I went back to the store today.  The new special clerk takes my DVDs and starts scanning them in.  She stops on the second one and sees my name written with black permanent marker in the case, and says she can't take it.  I was flabbergasted.  I told her that all of them have my name in them.  She's says I'm sorry.  I say, "I could take a black marker and cross it out and you couldn't even tell the difference."  She says, "They have to be in new condition."  So I leave the story before I explode all over her.  (My mom gets a call at this point in the story)  

New condition:  My DVDs have no scratches, they all play magnificently!  I put my name in them because I value my DVDs.  Everyone in their right mind writes there name in their personal belongings.  They were going to buy "the Holiday" for 25 cents ( a relatively new release), and they wouldn't because my name was written on the inside of the black case in black marker.  If they were going to buy it for the amount they were going to sell it (like 10 dollars), I'd understand it a little better.  BUT 25 cents!  -they had an issue with my name!!  I was giving them $60 dollars worth of movies for $7 dollars, and they had an issue with my name -- that can easily be covered up!!

I'm annoyed can ya tell!!!

But hey, maybe it's a blessing in disguise. Maybe I CAN find someone willing to spend $3 for a non-scratched DVD with my name written with black marker on the black case!!  Maybe.

(It's already showing blessings, i just sold 2 of the 5 for $10 dollars. ROCK ON!)

Ironic

"Isn't it ironic, don't ya think,

It's like rain on your wedding day,

It's a free ride when you've already paid.

It's the good advice that you just didn't take...."

It's buying 4 gallons of water because the water main breaks, 

then coming home and finding it fixed.

When you have no water for 3 hours, your mind is free to wonder about what would happen if I was truly out of water for days.  Would I be prepared?  Whenever I'm asked if I have a "72-hr kit" I think I'll be just fine.  I have plenty of Prego and such.  But I realized today that no matter how much Prego or how many spaghetti noodles I had, I would be nowhere without water!  So I finally decided to go purchase a few gallons of water.  So that 1.) if my water stayed off for a long time, I would have water; and 2.) If it ever happened again, I would be prepared.  (Also knowing that I didn't have water made me excessively thirsty!!)

It doesn't matter if people think that what I did was stupid.  "You should have waited it out."  -Or the looks that say, "Why did you just go buy water, are water is on now?",and so on.  I now have 4-gallons of water.  I will not feel so "threatened" the next time this happens.  I am a little better prepared.  You never know what will happened.  Water is a necessity of life, and I have it now.  The people around me who are thinking that I just wasted less than 4 dollars on water can go slap themselves silly.  Part of me feels like Noah and the building of the ark!  Noah was prepared, as I am.  

Bring it on!!!

Weird Phenomenon

I am excited to be writing my paper for english!  How odd is that?!?  I went to the Writing Center today.  It's a requirement for my class to go at least twice this semester.  The writing center is a place where we can take a paper, and have a tutor go over it with us.  It was a really good half hour.  It actually was one of the few moments when my head did not hurt today at school. (My head hurt, because my entire upper body hurts, because I shoveled piles and piles of snow of my parking lot yesterday to get my car out of the parking lot in order for the snow plow to come plow the snow I had already shoveled off. ) Anyways. 

So I was so excited to get back to my apartment and work on making my paper better.  I might have gone a little overkill in parts of it, but it'll smooth out nicely I think.  It's a lot better (at least I feel a lot better about it) then it was yesterday.  Reading it to my classmates wasn't even that bad!  What is going on here.  I am suppose to hate sharing my thoughts with others.  Agh, usually my palms are sweating and my heart beats wildly.  But no, it didn't happen.  Freaky!!  Am I getting more comfortable sharing with others?  NO, what will I do!!!

On a side note, I realized on Sunday that I have got to start looking at people when I'm talking to them.  Well maybe one person in particular.  I don't know what it is about talking to him, but I seriously have issues with looking in his piercing eyes, or even at his calm face when I am talking to him.  Grr...  I need to work on that little weakness.

But enough!  I must now go and graph trigonometric functions!!