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Course Review

2004-12-06T09:16:00.000-05:00

Well...i havent posted on my blog for awhile. I just might get some ambition in the next two days and post quicker then a speed walking mailman.
This course...it was interesting. It was by far the best english course i have ever taken because i think the teacher actually knew we had english in are background. I know I know its wierd to have grown up in the US and know english, but we do. So we spent little time on the gramatical stuff and more on developing ourselves as writers and scribes. It was cool at the least to express my stories, my ways with out the cold hand of a high school teacher deciding that this is not your style to write, do it again or you FAIL, muuhhahahaa. Well ok i never had it like that i just never wrote like this in high school. This developed me not to be a better writer, but to write. Its fun, i enjoyed it, sometimes i would have rather shot myself in the foot then re-do one of my essays. Not because i thought it was good enough, no i knew it was bad, I just couldnt fix something. The majority of the time I would just take the same idea i had, not even look at the first draft and do a whole new one. AND SOMETIMES that would suck too, so i would do it all over again. Did that matter...no, the last and final one was good, and as long as it took me was as long as the teacher gave me. That was awesome, theres nothing like making someone work on something when there just throwing it together like no bake cookies. Anyways all in all with an pinch of all, it was an awesome class i had a good semester.

Classification

2004-10-27T09:19:00.000-04:00

Classification essay, man that was another hard one. It took me some brain cracking pain staking finger stretching hours to have it turned back. Oh but it needed to be, it wasnt what I could do, I could do better. I was in complete aggrement with that. It wasnt that I needed to re-write the whole thing but just clean it up. Yeah I pretty much re-wrote the whole thing. It was just a little easier for me. This one too probably needs a little bit of cleaning up, but hey, thats what learning is all about.

post on sample contrast

2004-10-27T09:01:00.000-04:00

The contrast essay that I read made alot of sense. The topics they were on I thought were very good and interesting topics to read about. They wernt diffrent topics, almost anyone could have wrote about them. Just not anyone could have written that well about them.

Post on Classification Essays

2004-10-08T09:05:00.000-04:00

OK, it was writted nice, easy to understand, but the concept. The concept killed me, that there are certain kind of men, and hard core sports men arent the ones to have. Well, im no hardcore sports fan but i do like them, and ill tell you one thing right now, the only reason.....only reason i am watching the red sox this season is because if i happen to be bored, my roomates and i only have one tv to share....and well....the three other roomates win, they watch the red sox. Oh, should i mention my roomates are all girls. Id rather be watching comedy central or cartoons or like i usually do, go to bed early.

Paragraph on Five Paragraph

2004-09-29T09:16:00.000-04:00

I have never had so many problems writing an introduction. It was unbelievable, I dont know what was getting me but something just wouldnt click for me. With the help of Mr. Goldfine he convinced me I needed to bring it more to me. I was too brod and out there with my intro, it wasnt engouh about me, it was just what I was thinking not whats happened. I wrote more in my intro then I thought I should, it was a small story, but it worked better. Through the pain of frustration I did suffer, I got it done, I did it. I wrote the intro and it was much better. Im not saying that this will make any other intro any easier, but hey, at least I know if I dont give up on it ill get it correct at some point.

intro3

2004-09-26T21:33:00.000-04:00

Nature is a beautiful thing. It houses the chirping birds while you are hiking, the moose eating in the pond and the deer leaping through the field. Having to think that everytime you step into the woods could be the last time you smell the sweet air, feel the warmth of the sun spilling itself across your face, or know that when you told you mother you would be safe, could have been a lie. With all this and more, respect is something I always show for nature. I understand that nature changes its looks morep then I change my clothes, so the probability of getting lost is diffrent on a daily basis. I also understand, that the animals in nature have more moods then most women during "that time of the month." So there apt to do something stupid and use you as the beating pole. Its not a good feeling, but you never have that feeling when you are sixteen years old going out hunting partridge behind your house. That is, you never have the feeling untill you meet something or end up in a situation in those woods in that is uncomfortable and out right scary. It teaches you a lesson, it makes you think. Here are the reasons you should have fear of nature, so you can respect nature for all its "glorys" and for the reason it is beautiful.

intro2

2004-09-24T08:56:00.000-04:00

Nature is a beautiful thing. It houses the chirping birds while you are hiking, the moose eating in the pond and the deer leaping through the field. With all this and more, respect is something I always show for nature. I respect it because I know that nature has its days when it doesnt seem so beautiful. I understand that nature changes its looks more then I change my clothes, so the probability of getting lost is diffrent on a daily basis. I also understand, that the animals in nature have more moods then most women during "that time of the month." So there apt to do something stupid and use you as the beating pole. I also always pay a close attetion to natures tears and angers, that can strike down on you quiker then a flood in Florida. I respect nature for all its "glorys" and for that reason its beautiful.

intro

2004-09-21T21:35:00.000-04:00

Fear, is it something that holds us back or something that drives us. Having to think that everytime you step into the woods could be the last time you smell the sweet air, feel the warmth of the sun spilling itself across your face, or know that when you told you mother you would be safe, could have been a lie. Its not a good feeling, but you never have that feeling when you are sixteen years old going out hunting partridge behind your house. That is, you never have the feeling untill you meet something in those woods in a position that is uncomfortable and out right scary. It teaches you a lesson, it makes you think.

new chairs, screw them

2004-09-17T08:53:00.000-04:00

This is my second complaint peice in about 2 mins! HAHA i dont care you dont have to read it if you dont want too. This is about the freggin chair im sitting in. Mr. Goldfine got us new chairs, crappy chairs, its not his fault the school is the one who buys them. There cheasy and cheap. We are suppost to be getting some new spinny ones like we had, but I think I have a better chance of seeing a cow fall out of the sky before I see this school buy something nice! But these chairs here, they suck! You cant do anything with them, gees half the reason I come to the class is to spin around in the chairs!! Its the only class I could do it!

HELP!

2004-09-17T08:48:00.000-04:00

I have this freggin cold, well not a cold but a stuff nose. Its unbelievable, ive had it for about 3 weeks. Everything ive tried hasnt work, if it goes away its only for mabye half a day. I have even gone as far as my moms blessing! ISNT THAT ALWAYS SUPPOST TO WORK! Well, if any doctor or medical person, or shrink reads this, give me some ideas! Ill do anything! thanks

fallout

2004-09-17T08:44:00.000-04:00

I liked this essay, it was very well written and easy to understand. The writer brought up a point even if they did not want too, that the english language has to many meanings for one word. I mean fallout shelter and depression fallout are two completly diffrent things. In each case fallout means something completly diffrent. I like how they still made them seem the same, it made for a very interesting peice.

My Thing

2004-09-12T19:50:00.000-04:00

They were a set of shoes with blades, better known as skates, that grew and changed as I did throughout the years. It started when I could barely walk. The frustration of walking is hard enough but gliding on a single blade across a vast arena of frozen water is even harder. It was a constant battle of balance and will, to conqoeur a mobility that many at my age could not.
I did it and at 5 I added balance to the skates with the use of a stick. This was only the begining of a many years of slap happy puck hittin. Well it was a little more controled then that! So as the years changed as did the size of my feet, ankles, and weight. With that change the skates had to change too. They did, and a much better pair they were. I went a few more years and it all happened again. Then came the change of position. I once played as a skater but many times tried the life between the bars. I enjoyed it and soon made it my priorty. Well, the skates had to go again, but now not in size but in shape, design, and protection. I started wearing a pair of goaltender skates. They also had to change in size and quality again as the years aged.
So your saying to yourself, yeah I know what skates are and that if your feet dont fit you need bigger ones. Well if you had the experiences you would see it as more. It was a life, a skill a hobby. It all started and continued with the use of skates. There was much sweat, tears, and bruises that came from making a life on skates. It was my life and for 17 years I played it. I loved it and still do, it was my anti-drug, haha not really, but mabye ill get on a commercial if someone important reads this! There is way to much accomplished that skates that I can talk about, that would be a paper in itself. I feel like a diffrent person on skates, its were I relaxe and enjoy myself.

Eskimo or Mexican?

2004-09-10T09:42:00.000-04:00

Have you ever seen an eskimo? All they are is a cold mexican, but who would go from warm to cold?Ahhh, yes thats right I am saying mexicans are warm eskimos. Why is there no trace of a long journy from the cold of Alaska to the warmth of Mexico? Answer I shall.
We will start are little friend in Alaska just after crossing the barin straight, we will also name him Frerico Freezing. Poor little Frerico has had enough of this weather, he cant feel his hands, food is scarse and building iglos is just annoying. It would get so cold that Frerico, no matter how bad, would never use the ravine late at night. Not because he might fall in and freeze, just that he might expose and freeze. As you can see Frerico is a smart eskimo. He is no fool, he was the first in the tribe to use a polar bear as a throw rug, then cuddling on it one night found out it worked great as a blanket too.
So as you can tell Frerico was a bright fellow, he understood things many of his friends did not. Like, when the ball is on fire its warmer then it is when its not, also it is much brighter and easier to see. So as Frerico gets more and more frustrated with this cold weather he sits down and thinks to himself. "The futher south we go the warmer it gets." This is enough for Frerico to jump on, so he gathers a few of his friends and his wife Meydalikchaca, knicknamed May and prepares to leave. Not to completly disband his tribe Frerico trys despritly to convince the cheif to come with him. The cheif tells Frerico he is crazy, that, "this ice goes forever, we are much to tired to travel futher for nothing." This angers Frerico and so his journy starts.
The begining of the journy is much like they have travled, ice, snow, and hardly any food or water. They soon make it into what is now Canada and was known then as Land of Idiots. Frerico, wife and friends at first like this place, its nice and tame, and warmer. They are about to set up camp when all of a sudden from the hills near by!! "EHh, EHh!" What is it Frerico wonders, as the EHhs send a spine numbing sesation into everyone. Then emerges a man in designs of red and black squares. Frerico confronts this man, soon relizing running would have saved him from alot ot confusion. Then man introduces himself, then asks "You frm arond hera, EHh?" "No,"Frerico states. "Wel mke orself at hoom, EHh." Frerico senses a gaynes much like the sense he got when a tribal member once told him that he looked good in whale. He didnt like it.
So not hanging around in the Land of Idoits they pack up and start southern bound again.
OK, this is were it gets quick and crazy. Frerico is right is his understanding that the further south you go the warmer it gets. He is estatic as he makes it into what is now California, and finds warmth and food, and especially this green stuff that makes great tobaco. They are happy all seems good, until!!! Another cry from the hills, OHHWA WA WAAA, and here comes men of feathers running and screaming towards them.
Frerico screams "RUN!" and off the tribe goes. The men chase, Frerico hears someone shout, "HOW, can you be so slow, QuickasWind, ConqueororofCliffs, Swimliketrout, and JumpertoClouds, after them!!" Frerico thinks that the man who gave the order must be there cheif. The men in now 4 men in feathers are gaining, so Frerico screams, "Faster!" and faster they go. QuickasWind states, "I will catch them I am as quick as wind"....2 mins go by, QuickasWind colapes as he is out of wind. Frerico and freinds as still running and without out even missing a beat jump a gourge of emense proportions, much like they were used to jumping ravines. So JumpertoClouds steps to the plate only to be stared down as he can not make the leap and falls into the river below. The other two men in feathers play it smart and use the nearby bridge. So the chase goes on, then up ahead Frerico and his freinds are scalling a cliff that only the gods can conqueor. Not to be afraid ConquoerofCliffs starts his climb, only to find in his frustration he left his gear at home. So, its left only to SwimlikeTrout and he uses the cave that strategically is a direct route to the other side. Run as he did, SwimlikeTrout is still far behind, but Frerico and friends enter the ocean. SwimlikeTrout thinks this is a foolish move I am fast in water. So he starts swimming only to watch Frerico and friends swim futher and further away till there out of sight. Frerico and friends make it to dry land, tired out of breathe, they all start screaming freedom!! There warm, there is much to eat and noone is bothering them. It is great they are happy, and live a long life of partying and partying more. They are in Mexico!
So why did we not ever here of this journy. Well, many of Frericos belongings were lost in the trip, the fellow in squares was to much of an idiot to remember talking to them and the men in feathers did not want to let anyone know that they were out smarted and out run by such a human, so they kept it a secret. However, experts, me being the only, beleive this is how mexicans came to be. They were just poor shivering eskimos looking for a place to better themselves. Making it through thick and thin they soon accomplished that. And now we also know why mexicans as such quick little people.

GAAAA

2004-09-09T21:58:00.000-04:00

Yes, GAAAA, thats what im thinking, its raining, im bored! My freggin back hurts! Im to freggin young for my BACK to be hurting. Oh and im broke, that just sucks. I mean ive been broke before, but i usually have a job! but now i have no job, im going to be volunteering, key word, volunteers dont get paid!! GAAA thanks for sally mae, shes my hero becuase shes giving me a loan! LOAN gaaa that means i have to pay it back. Oh, well, life goes on.

HMMMM UNIQUE

2004-09-09T21:20:00.000-04:00

So it starts. I have a dream, that everyone is created uniquely. So as said is done. We are all unique, in one way or the other. However, I have spent the last couple of days trying to figure out. How am I diffrent, how am I unique? I think, ive played hockey for 17 years, but so has many of my teamates I grew up with. So thats more of an accoplishment. I grew up in the county, though in most of my classes that seems to be unique, once again its not, many people have grown up in the county. Mabye its that as of right now my gpa is a 3.9, unique no, awesome to have, yes. Could I be unique becuase I dont have any brothers, just sisters, no many people dont have brothers and only sisters, god help them too.
Well this is to difficult, Im nice to everyone, or at least give them a chance. Once a again unique, no, a good way to make friends, yes. I live with three other girls in a house in old town. Unique, no, I have a friend that lives with three in an apartment, thats unique and insane. I was disqualified from the coast guard becuase I said I was lactose intolerant, unique, kind of, but thats more of just bad luck! I feel like writing this was more of what a date website would probably have you write to publish on there site. Hey, that could be unique, I might be the only one who feels that way. Theres no way of telling, so im not counting that. Mabye its my way of coming up with things of the top of my head, no matter how mush sense it doesnt make. Neh, thats not really unique either, thats called a comedian, or worse a politition. Personally I dont want to be labled with that second one, people like me.
I was the only person in the demolitoin derby to hit someone hard enough to knock there helmet off. Unique, hey I got one! I mean there were alot of hard hits, but I stopped the derby becuase I knocked someones helmet off. How cool is that!! Ok, so thats not like a huge unique thing, but the definition is what it states, and that makes this unique. For the most part, im only unique in what other people see in me. Im not one to ever sit down and say ive done something, brag brag brag. So thats probably why this assignment was so difficult for me. So you the reader, if you know me, mabye you know something unique about me, and thank you if you noticed. If you dont know me mabye youll read something in this that you say is unique, so thank you too.
I however, enjoy being unique about just not caring about being unique. I am who I am, like it or punch me in the face, ill be the same either way. Done is over, finished is that start of something more to come. Im finished.

The list

2004-09-08T09:39:00.000-04:00

This is the list of my vehicle....my car.

-dust on the dash
-dog hair on the seat
-dirt on the floor
-some tissues
-some more tissues(used)
-two sleeping bags
-a few college books, some from nmcc
-a golf bag
-paintball gun
-tool box in trunk full or sheet metal tools
-also in trunk, bell housing from straight 6 258
-the occasional in and out of many other things.

Its not a very big list. Thats becuase the car was recently cleaned. It sounds like this human is dirty, yes very dirty. Is it no not that this human is dirty or that this human needs a truck. That sounds better then being dirty. If this person had a truck then I wouldnt be calling them dirty. Oh and lets hope they dont have a date anytime soon becuase theyll probably have to clean alot.

course reaction

2004-09-08T09:21:00.000-04:00

Its a reaction of sorts. You know diffrent feelings. These are all diffrent feelings on the course I am taking in my first semester of college. Its english 101, its fun, it can be alot of work. Notice the diffrences. In short becuase I didnt feel like writing alot...its going to be an awesome class, but I cant wait till im done!!

drunk

2004-09-04T01:04:00.001-04:00

Im so drunk right now, I dont know why I am even writing this. I went to a kegger tonight. It was awesome!! At this point I have already gone back and made 5 corrections, make that 6. It was a short walk, ohh how great that we only had to walk, becuase otherwise we would have had to drive...that would have sucked. I dont like riding or even thinking about driving with any type of intoxicaton. Thats just retarded!! Anyways, I should be passed out by now, I dont really know if this makes any sense, but i remember my instrutor mr. goldfine said to remember your audience. Well...dear audience...if your drunk you understand me and if your not you...then well, your just not my audience sorry come again!! I write better for you sober!

The Guy Next Door.

2004-09-03T13:14:00.000-04:00

Oh what a beautiful view it is. The tan house with the everglade green trim, solid gray shutters, and white railing across the porch. It doesnt compare at all to the view of tall trees breezing in the wind, a field blooming with potato buds, or a lonely cloud being touched by nothing but itself. No, not a comaprison in the world to looking at this guys house. Dont call me a spy or stalker but when this is the only veiw you get, then its nice when people come outside. Especially when they do something, well slightly humerous. For example, they have this little dog, I love dogs, but I have never seen a dog piss in one spot so many times that there is a brown spot in the lawn. This isnt just any little brown spot of dead grass, but its like a 1' by 2' spot, its huge! For the size of this dog its massive. The guy will leave his house every once in awhile, only for mabye 10mins. He always walks out, cranks and cranks and cranks on his gmc, only to have it start and puff out a color mist of blue smoke. All I can say about that is, the bug population seems alot less around here! Is this bad, I have have only been living here a week. My boredum is engulfing me into a nothingness of enjoying little humors. Wait, I have always enjoyed little humors, nevermind.

MORNING!

2004-09-03T09:34:00.000-04:00

Its an insane pain that strikes without warning. You know its coming all of us do. Morning, ok ok, not morning, but waking up!! Why! I love the cool air in the morning, the chripping of the birds, and the smell of the fall sweeping in. Its absolutly gorgeous, well from my bed it is! Who said you if you are a morning person you had to actually get up. Its not that I cant get up and not that I dont feel good or am hung over. It just must be the air that surrounds you being much cooler then the air trapped with you beneath your blanky. Yes indeed I do believe it is that air, its cold, the floor is cold, the walk to the shower gives your nipples the abilty to cut glass. So the shower ohh so warm and steamy, pain! Lots of pain, that first intial step into the new atmosphere is like the oppisite of falling through the ice on an 80degree day. Its a sharp needle feeling of all your cells screaming, "You, yes you, you rotten bastard that hurts!" Well yes after about a whole 2seconds the screaming is over and its all said and done. You stand there for whatever lenght of time and feel slightly refreshed and ready to go. Well, let me ask you this, is it worth all that pain, when all this could have been easily avoided by, just staying in bed!!

Worst Teacher

2004-09-02T11:00:00.000-04:00

What do you call an underpaid math professor? The answer to that is a high school math instructor. At young confused age of 15 and a sophmore in high school, the last thing you want is a instuctor who teaches like your a class of 500 at Harvord. Instead your a class C school barely filling the room with a whomping 17 kids. Sitting in this atmosphere you expect the teaching to be very, how do I put it, learnable. In my case it wasnt, it was the oppisite. Going to this class was like sitting through a reading of the webster dictionary, oh and lets use the words youve never heard and not explain them to your understanding. Thats something you can figure out on your own. Well it was the same way with my geometry class, a whole pile of math definitions, exquations, and graphing. Everday began the same, go in and sit at your desk, not just any desk, but your desk. After you were seated correctly, you know becuase there were SO many of you that this was the only way to keep track, it was time to ask questions about the homework. Oh wait I forgot a part, we graded them first! Yes, I can understand in high school its good to grade homework, because no one would do it, but shouldnt we understand it first, ahhhh! Getting one questoin correct was a relativly good day for me, so now that I failed I can ask were I went wrong. Question #1-25 please, no i got #26 correct, and yes I did look it up in back of the book, so now starts the answering to nearly every problem. Let me rephrase that, now comes the teacher doing nearly every problem. I should give the teacher a little credit, they were doing it with the understanding we knew were we went wrong. Haha, yeah i knew exatly were I went wrong, I signed up for this class, thats were I went wrong. I didnt know what the hell was going on, nor did the other 16 kids, with the acception of those who were just damn smart. After everything was drawn out with marker on that freakin over head projector, that gives you a migrane for satins aunt loweezy, you had a chance to ask anymore questions. It was like a spell, you were confused, irritate and with that damn headache, of course you didnt have anymore questions! At this point if I tried to tie my shoelace, instead I would braid my hair, ohh but it always would come out in such a beautiful bowtie! HELL, I was so confused I couldnt take it! Hours apon hours I spent at home thinking, trying, and occasionally crying in pain of confusion. "Well if your confused you have an hour for lunch, come in then and will discuss it." Ha! You get my 80mins of class time becuase I have to be here, there is now way your going to get my hour of lunch, nah uh not going to happen. My mom thought otherwise, so during lunch one on one. I lose, its no diffrent, im still confused, but I have made it to the point that I can bluff my way through a few problems and convince the teacher and myself that I know what im doing. I dont know how, but with one miracle after the other, many good friends who didnt mind me comparing notes, ones of which I didnt have yet, I passed. I didnt pass exceptionaly well but I passed. It had to be the worst teaching experiance that I have ever had in my life. At least next time ill be prepared, their is a much longer drop peroid in college!

Hands Graf

2004-08-31T19:22:00.000-04:00

Dirt, sweat, the inconsistancy of cleanliness, years of what has stained my hands. Its not that i dont shower, clean, groom, with my mother forever begging me to scrub harder. Growing up inches from a swamp surrounded by potato fields produces what every child dreams of...mud and lots of it. It is a call of pleasure that soon comes to work as age grows by years. Work doesnt start at 16 it starts at 12 when your hands are no longer playing in that, oh so sweet mix of dirt and water. Instead your standing over a convayor belt that has the unforgiving promise, to do with your hands what it wants, if you are not quick enough to choose that bruised, rotten, or unhealthy looking potato. Its called experience, I saw it more as child labor, but green got the best of me and when 16 came as did my first job. Stained, as they were already, change in the use of my hands did come. Not to let them stray far from dirt and soil, the grease and gas of a local petroleum service caught my eye and stained my hands. The constant motion of cleaning windshields that looked better before i started and the grip of that oily gas hose gave me only one choice. The local water company hires summer help at 18, that worked great, I just turned 18, graduated and had a summer off. Getting the job, I imagined easy days of watching hydrants flow water freely into the road and driving around looking for little water gates in peoples' lawn that could cause a catastrophy if it dinged a blade on gramp's lawnmower. The days did come in the three summers and one winter I worked there, but they also came with the carrying of a sewer steal, that was from 1950, and would do much like the convayor belt and have its way with you if you lacked concentration. Inbewteen the summers and winter I spent working in more sewage and mud, I enter the life of a college student. NMCC gave my the break of mud but engulfed me in knicks, bruises, burns and abrasions of being a welding/sheetmetal student. I look at the stain of dirt, sweat, and incontistency of cleanliness, not thinking I went wrong but of the experince I have derived and what my hands are lacking. That of which I am lacking has sent me back to school to soon leave a mark of its own in the way of human suffering, and my part to stop it.