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.  

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!!

The Beginning

Well I finally did it!  I created my own blog.  This really will be just a random collection of my thoughts, ideas and dreams because there really is no other reason for the blog's existence other than I have always wanted to create one!  Like it says in "About Me," I love the sun!  I miss it terribly right now because it has been overcast for a few days, and dumping snow all over everything.  Winter has got to be the most depressing season of the year.  It's cold, gray, wet, and cold!  Did I say cold twice...  well it is freezing!  The sun is so warm and inviting. When it is sunny, I want to spend as much time outside as I possibly can and absorb as many UV rays as possible.  When it is grey and wet all I ever want to do is stay cuddled in bed with my robe on and my space heater cranked up.  I want to be a hibernating bear when winter rolls its ugly face into existence every year!  It's been snowing ever since I arrived back to school a few days ago, and my car is officially buried.  I just received a phone call telling me my contacts arrived at the eye doctor's office but I have no desire to go pick them up.  The sun is glorious and I wish that it would rush on out, come say hello, and stay out!!  (I'll stay inside until all the snow is melted and evaporated.)  

School is a very interesting use of one's time.  The first day of a new semester is always the worst because your imagination gets the better of you.  Your syllabus is handed out and you start thinking about how you'll never be able to figure it all out, and how you will fail miserably.  Then the next day isn't that bad, because you realize that just like the "little engine that could" you can also reach the top of the hill with just a little bit of faith in yourself.  If I don't believe in myself there really is no hope for myself.  If I don't believe in myself, who will? 

But when you think you have got everything sorted out for the long haul through the semester, your math teacher throws a curve ball at you.  He announces that your math final is at the same exact time as your stats final.  His attractiveness just went down a notch (just a notch of course), because of the bucket load of confusion he just dumped into your almost-put-together-life.  There are sometimes I wished that I could just press a button and speed through school, so that I didn't have to deal with the insanity of it all.  But then I guess I wouldn't be growing from all the interesting lessons life throws at one who is going through a college education.  

I think I will call it quits for now.  The talk of college reminded me that I am indeed at college, and procrastinating homework which is never good to do at the beginning of a semester!  Au revoir until later.