Stories

Blog I visited

2004-12-13T06:01:00.000-08:00

www.amandasstories.blogspot.com

Weekly post

2004-12-08T06:24:00.000-08:00

This morning I walked out the door at around 8:40. I thought I had plenty of time to get to class. When I almost slipped because the stairs had 2 inches of snow with an ice crusting, I realized something...the time of year has come when I'm going to have to clean my car off! Oh no! I got my windshield scraper out of my back seat and started scraping. I scuffed one of my knuckles pretty good on the ice. It still stings. When I was finally done, it was about 8:50, not so much time left now. I ended up being a few minutes late to class. Luckily, I wasn't the only one. I think I've learned my lesson. Time to get into winter mode...Get up 10 minutes earlier so if there's a storm I'll have time to clean my car off!

Course evaluation

2004-12-06T06:17:00.000-08:00

Throughout this semester I have learned what can make a great paper and what can make bad one. I've learned that details and putting yourself in the essay can make it more interesting. I think this course was worth my time, but I'm not sure where it will be of use in the future. There was nothing that really surprised me about the course except that I've never had such a laid back teacher (not a bad thing). I don't think there should be any changes for this course. It's very enjoyable for anybody that likes to write.

One essay I wrote that I liked was the Process essay. I wrote about grocery shopping and I felt that I was in that paper more than any others. It was very easy to write. It wasn't very long, but I think it had just enough details to keep the reader.

Cankers

2004-12-04T16:28:00.000-08:00

Ever had a canker? Wasn't it annoying? Suddenly foods that you eat every day become a nuisance because they make the thing hurt worse! It's like an annoying fly that won't leave you alone, except, if you're lucky, you can kill the fly! They can even effect the way you speak. You can't sleep on one side because your teeth rub against it. Brushing your teeth is even more of a chore because you can't let the backside of the brush hit it! You definitely can't enjoy a big bowl of spaghetti because the sauce just makes it burn! If you haven't guessed by now, I currently have a canker and it's all I can think about!

Christmas shopping

2004-12-03T06:07:00.000-08:00

I went shopping yesterday with my mother for Christmas presents. I got lots of clothes for my fiance, but time flew so fast that that's about all I got. We also had to get baby gifts for my cousin's baby shower on Saturday. Then my dad met us and I was supposed to pick out a tree for them to buy me, but I didn't like any of them and the ones that I did like wouldn't fit the ceilings of my apartment. So, that'll have to wait for another day.

Blogs I Visited

2004-12-01T06:17:00.000-08:00

http://redheadedlefty.blogspot.com/
Very interesting blog

http://cindynadeau.blogspot.com/

Practice Final Essay-Why I hate(d) my first job

2004-11-29T06:10:00.000-08:00

About a year ago, I started working at Dunkin' Donuts. When I applied, I didn't get called until almost a month later, even though I did follow up to see if they had read my application. I thought for sure my application had been thrown away or it was still sitting on someone's desk untouched. But when I got that call, I was so excited. Then panic washed over me. I have no people skills! How can I wait on customers? Will I have nice co-workers? Will I screw everything up? I was so unsure of myself when I got hired that I really felt sick to my stomach on my first day. Customers being rude, bitchy co-workers, and making food are just some of the reasons why I grew to hate working here.

Before my first day on the job, I went to the Dunkin' Donuts office for orientation. I filled out a bunch of paper work and then watched some videos on making coffee, customer service, safety, blah blah blah. It didn't seem too hard. Then the training began. I went to the Broadway DD and a big dark guy (my boss) brought me into the back to meet all my co-workers that were working that day. Then he showed me how to make everything from Coolattas and Iced Lattes to Bagels with Cream Cheese and Breakfast Sandwiches. The first thing he had me do was make a Kiddie sized Coolatta. If you've ever seen one, you know that they're tiny. The slush comes from a machine and there's a handle you pull to make it come out. I wasn't fast enough on pushing the handle back in, and dark brown slush went all over the floor. Luckily, my boss just laughed. Now I really hate making bagels with cream cheese and sandwiches. Everybody that comes in on Saturday mornings wants a toasted bagel with cream cheese on it or a sausage, egg, and cheese on a croissant. I forgot to mention that I absolutely hate cream cheese!

For the next week I shadowed other workers. Some nice girls trained me, but there was one that I will never forget. Her name was Lori and she was a bitch! So, so mean! I had to follow her everywhere she went so I could learn the job. I could tell the woman had major power issues. I remember one night I had an overring on my cash drawer and I was taping the receipts together. She came over to me screaming, "That's not the way you're supposed to tape them! It goes like this!" Then she proceeded to tape it her way. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, and she saw that. Oops. She brought me in the back and started screaming some more. "I am not your mother! Do not roll your eyes at me!" I just kind of looked at her thinking to myself, "If I had you for a mother I'd shoot myself!" Then the tears started rolling down my face. I was just trying to do my job, and this bitch was completely tearing me down. I almost quit my first job because of her but about two weeks after that, she was fired. I could breathe again. I really can't complain about any of my other co-workers.

Talking to the customers for me was one of my biggest fears at the time. To see them standing in front of the counter, knowing that I was waiting on them just made the blood drain from my face. I hated talking to someone I didn't know. I was as polite as I could be, and from watching other employees and how they talked to the customers, I soon learned how to talk to them. First I'd say hello and ask what I could get for them. After the I got the order, I'd ask if there was anything else, take the cash, give back change if necessary and then tell them to have a nice day. There were some regular customers that gave me a hard time because they knew that I was new. If I didn't know what their coffee was when all the other employees did they would be annoyed, and that really bothered me. Now I know most regular customers and what they order, so I feel more comfortable with them.

I am still working at Dunkin' Donuts today. The reasons that I hate the place have changed. Now it's mostly because I am sick of the routine day after day. I am so much more sure of myself and everything I do there pretty much comes naturally because I've done it so many times. I've also trained many people since I've been there and I always try to make them feel as comfortable as possible, especially if it's there first job because I know how they feel. It's not the best place in the world, but I'm glad I have gained so many skills from this first job. They will definitely be useful in future jobs.

Thanksgiving

2004-11-28T14:24:00.000-08:00

My Thanksgiving wasn't all that bad. I spent morning and early afternoon at my parents, and then late afternoon, my fiance and I went to Lincoln to see his best friend. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I actually had never met his best friend, even though we've been together for 2 1/2 years. Pretty sad if you ask me! Oh well. He seems like a cool guy and I can see why Randy is friends with him

Blogs I visited

2004-11-28T14:15:00.000-08:00

http://mikeythelegend.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-litlle-half-horse-guy.html

http://winden.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-own-too-much-music-for-my-own-good.html

Weekly post 2

2004-11-22T06:23:00.000-08:00

My friend and I went to Maine Tattoo this weekend to get piercings. I got my nose and navel and she got her tongue. I was really nervous, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Just a lot of pinching. I'd had my nose done before but I didn't like where they put it (wasn't professionally done) so I took it out. I went first and when my friend went I couldn't watch. I don't think piercings belong on the tongue. It's just gross. But that's ok. She liked it and I'm glad we went together!

Weekly post 1

2004-11-22T06:14:00.000-08:00

Last night I did homework for six hours. It was mostly for keyboarding. That class is pretty easy but the homework takes so long. I also did some Proofreading and Editing and then College Composition. But because I worked so hard all Sunday evening, I won't have to do much homework tonight after work.

Blogs I visited

2004-11-15T19:20:00.000-08:00

http://wwwaboutme.blogspot.com/
http://lyndseytmcgowan.blogspot.com/
http://lostpoe84t.blogspot.com/
http://cindynadeau.blogspot.com/ (a very funny and good writer!)
http://tedd2003.blogspot.com/

People

2004-11-15T19:09:00.000-08:00

Working with customers at Dunkin' Donuts can be a strange experience. One customer can be friendly and happy, and the next can be very bitter and have a horrible attitude, usually with a frown on their face. It makes me think about which kind of life each person lives. Did they have a rough life as a kid? Do they have an unhappy marriage? Are they rich? Are they in love? Do they have the "perfect life"? I always look up to the ones that have a smile on their face and look like they've been through it all. I stop and think a lot what other people think of me when they look at me. I know a lot of people think that I'm a snob, and I may be. I don't care. I'm just trying to be as happy as I can be and make my life into something that I can be proud of.

Next semester

2004-11-15T19:04:00.000-08:00

I'm starting to slack off a bit in my classes. That's when I know it's time for a new semester. I'm not even sure if I have any odd posts for last week. My schedule for next semester is similar to this one except the classes are packed into three days, and then one on Friday. I'll work four days straight (including the weekend) and then have three days off from work, but have classes. That's ok, it's only for the next year and a half, and then hopefully I'll have a normal life. Somewhat anyway...

Why me?

2004-11-15T18:58:00.000-08:00

Yes, I'm a whiny brat and I want every one to feel sorry for me, but this just wasn't fair! Last night I spent an hour writing, in my opinion, one damn good essay. I went to post it on my blog when I was done and the damn web site went nuts! My essay was gone! I was so frustrated that I cried for about another hour and then finally went to sleep. So I rewrote the essay today and it's just not the same as the first one. I can't remember all the juicyness that I used. It just pisses me off that it happened. And for what reason? The only conclusion I've come up with is that I should save my damn work. I F***ing hate this blogger thing and I swear when the semester is over I'm never using it again! (John, this is nothing against you. You're a great teacher and using the web site was a great idea, but it's just not for me!)

Division Essay

2004-11-15T04:37:00.000-08:00

Think of a really good movie that you've seen recently. What made it so good? Was it the cast? The plot? Maybe the action or drama? Or maybe you haven't seen any good movies lately. They probably didn't have what it takes to make them good in your book. I'm sure everyone has their own ideas of what makes up a good movie. To me, there are three components that will make a movie good including, the actors, humor and a little suspense.

An actor can either make or break a movie. If the actor is really bad it will distract you from the storyline. You will be focused on the over use of emotions, their horrible fake accent, or the way they pause mid-sentence. The worst is when you already know the characters, say from a book, but when you see the film, the actors have completely ruined their portrayals. On the other hand, if the acting is great, then you really get the feel of the character. They make you believe that the character is a real person. At the end of a movie you may feel sorry for the serial killer because the actor was just that good!

Humor is the second component that makes up a good movie. A good laugh is the best entertainment in my opinion. It can come in any form, whether it's irony, inuendos or just something that you can relate to that makes you chuckle. I'm not saying that every movie has to be funny, but even a horror or action film shouldn't be too serious. Producers these days are very creative and smart. They know what'll make an audience laugh and what won't.

Have you ever known what was going to happen at the end of a movie before it was half over? I have and I hate these kind of movies. If you already know that the princess is going to find her prince at the end and they live happily ever after, then what's the point in watching? But, if the prince dies, then what will happen? If a movie doesn't have any suspense, the audience will lose interest fast. The director must keep the audience guessing and to do this he'll throw in as many twists and turns as it takes to make sure you're not asleep mid-way through the movie.

A good movie has to have good acting, some humor and a little suspense. An actor can ruin what's a supposed to be a humorous film because they can't act. Or a movie could be so predictable that you already know the end result before the beginning credits are through. If a movie doesn't have at least these three components, it'll get an "F" from this critic.

I-search Search

2004-11-07T17:56:00.000-08:00

My decision to search about Childbirth and the pain involved was an easy one because it's something that I think about all the time. I also thought it would be good to get information on this topic because I plan on having children some day and want to be prepared.

I started my search right on the Internet. I figured that would be the best place to get information. Childbirth is a topic that has tons of information because so many women have gone through it. Naturally, I found lots of Web sites from what to expect for pain to a cesarean section, which were my two biggest concerns. The internet was very fast and I found my best answers there.

I also had an interview with a friend from work. She had lots of interesting things to say. On the internet, I really had no one specific person to tell me what it was like for them, but Rebecca was able to give me information from her experience, which was also helpful to my research and my possible future childbirths.

I found it very easy to find answers to most of my questions. The one question that probably is not going to get answered is "how much pain will there be" because I discovered that it varies from woman to woman. I will have to wait on that answer until I actually go through the process!

Process Essay

2004-11-04T11:57:00.000-08:00

The sliding glass doors open as I step in front of them. My fiance and I are on our 1st of two trips to the Wal-Mart Supercenter this month. We know that it's time to go grocery shopping when we snack on saltines and have water to drink. Maybe I'm just weird, but shopping for food excites me! The way we shop never changes. It's the same process that can be easily explained.

The first section of the grocery store has the produce. We usually get some fruit including bananas, apples, and grapes. Those go in the top because I hate having bruised fruit! We don't normally buy any vegetables, we like the frozen kind. The front of the store also has the deli. This time we arrived too late and the deli's closed. I keep walking and drool over the meat that I missed.

Next we go through the aisles where all the goodies are. I grab my usual: four or five 1-liter bottles of Fruit 2 0, 2 12-packs of Light Lemonade and two boxes of cereal. I always take my time walking up and down the aisles; there's always something that I think I need. Paper towels, tissues and shower cleaner also get thrown into the cart from this section. Another thing that I should add about these aisles is that my fiance and I aren't together. He usually has the cart because he can't wait for me to decide what I want. So I make 2 or 3 trips when my arms are full, looking in each aisle to find the damn cart!

Lastly, we go to the outsides of the store. Here we get three different kinds of cheese: a bag with colby jack cubes, shredded mozarella, and shredded cheddar. I grab some no-name brand turkey and then we head to the back for really expensive yogurt, light orange juice a dozen eggs, and a gallon of milk. After all this, we walk past the aisles we've been through and realize we forgot bread. That goes in front with the fruit so it doesn't get squished. My fiance also grabs a frozen pizza and his usual, a huge bucket of ice cream, usually strawberry swirl.

Then of course, there's the dreaded part...paying! Then wheel the groceries to the trunk, drive home, take them out of the trunk and put them away! I hate this whole process. I just like to shop!

Blogs I visited

2004-11-04T11:54:00.000-08:00

www.hayleyjb.blogspot.com
www.kspofford.blogspot.com
www.amandasstories.blogspot.com
www.whiterunner85.blogspot.com

Nightmare

2004-11-01T06:15:00.000-08:00

My cousin was kicked out of her house last Thursday. You'll never believe the reason. Her mother said that she couldn't witness her brother's wedding. She said that she had to choose between her brother or her mother. So, Kari chose her brother. I say good for her, but now I'm suffering the consequences. I don't think she appreciates what I'm doing for her. I haven't heard one thank you. By fiance is getting really upset with her because he can see that she doesn't appreciate what we're doing. She has no car, and she works 30 minutes away from where I live. So who do you think has to go pick her up? Her boyfriend usually brings her, but his headlights don't work at night (ya!), so I have to go get her. And I get no thank you!

Weekly post 2

2004-10-28T14:21:00.000-07:00

It was easy for me to come up with details for my contrast essay. I had many ideas but when it came time to write, I got stuck! I liked my topic. I think it's unique and I wrote about my high school and middle school, so it couldn't have been just anyone's paper. I had so many details, that it's the longest essay I've written in quite a while. I'm not sure if that's good or bad. I don't want it to be boring for the reader, but at the same time I think my paper needed lots of details. Now my only worry is if it meets John Goldfine's standards. I hope you like(d) it, John!

Contrast essay

2004-10-28T13:23:00.000-07:00

During the first week of high school all I could think about was how badly I wanted to be back at the middle school across the parking lot. There were many differences I observed very quickly between the two including rules and punishment, the curriculums, and the physical appearances.

The one rule that I can remember in Junior High that was actually enforced was that we were not allowed to chew gum. Ok, we weren't allowed to break each other's necks, but any human being with common sense knows better than to do that. There was a dress code, but no one followed it, and the teachers didn't care. Only the really bad kids got half-hour detentions, while others got demerits for minor things like yelling out in class, or getting caught cheating on a test. We were also given merits for good deeds. Teachers pets had piles of these. In high school, rules were more strict. The principal sent many girls home for wearing shirts that "revealed too much" or pants that were a little too low rise. Guys that wore shirts considered to be provocative, (beer advertisements, cuss words, etc.) were asked to wear their shirts inside out. Boy did they look like idiots. The high school had a strict attendance policy, whereas the middle school didn't. Missing ten days a semester would lead to loss of credits. Some teachers went as far as saying that if you didn't hand in homework within so many days you would get a detention. Detentions in high school upgraded to 1 hour. There were more suspensions in high school. I think most of them were from students swearing at teachers.

The options for classes in the middle school were very limited. Actually, you couldn't even pick your own schedule. There was a science class, english, social studies, reading, math, and an elective that was also not chosen by you. The electives were keyboarding, health, gym, and guidance. You had each for one quarter. I liked these classes because you really didn't have to do much to pass and they were fun. The high school's curriculum was quite different. You chose all your classes. There were required courses like english, math, and science. You could choose the level of difficulty you wanted though. There were more electives to choose from including psychology, creative foods, woodworking, film and drama, teen issues, child care and parenting, european history, and more.

The physical appearances of both schools is what really set them apart for me. I was always freezing in high school. The damn heaters were just too old to throw out any heat. The middle school, being newer, was always warm and toasty. The most annoying thing in the high school that I found was the bell system. The lowest level of the school had a bell that sounded like it had been hit a few times. It wasn't a steady buzz, but a ring that wavered up and down. The middle school's bell was just loud enough to hear, but not too long or annoying. Each bathroom in the middle school was clean and had not only quality, but quantity. That may sound strange, but each lock worked properly, every toilet flushed, and there was always at least one stall available when you had to go, because there were so many of them. The high school had a measly 2 or 3 stalls in each bathroom and some of the locks didn't work. The sinks never threw out hot water, and that really pissed me off. After using those germy toilets, I wanted clean hands! The cafeterias in each school were very distinct. In junior high, we had a nice place to eat lunch. There was plenty of room and the ceilings were tall so our voices seemed quiet, whereas in high school we were all packed into the cafe like pigs in a pen. The noise was unbearable, and you could never even hear yourself think, let alone hear what your buddy was saying across the table. The last physical thing I can remember about each school is the lockers. The middle school had nice wide lockers. The only downside was they were about 3 feet tall and were stacked on top of each other. I always tried to get the top one because I hated having someone standing over me while I was crouched on the floor. The high school lockers sucked! Books had to be piled on top of each other because they were less than a foot wide. They were tall, but had no shelves, so you had to kneel to get your books.

Adjusting to high school took a long time for me because it was so different from middle school. They each had their ups and downs. I had more fun in middle school and was more comfortable than I was during high school. High school was harder, but I had more choices. I learned a lot in each school, and I'm glad that they weren't the same because it taught me to not assume the way anything is and I was also pulled away from my "comfort zone". The experiences I had with both schools helped me become who I am today.

Weekly post 1

2004-10-26T15:38:00.000-07:00

Babying my fiance last week when he was sick led to me getting sick this week. I realized how much he really didn't need that babying. I'm not dying, and I don't feel so bad that I can't go to work. But he made it look like he was on his death bed. He didn't get out of bed for about 3 days. Every woman has always told me that guys make it seem like they're about to die when they're sick. Maybe not every guy does this, but I know mine does. It's rather funny because he just keeps saying to me, "Well, I don't think you're as sick as I was." It kind of makes me mad, but at the same time it's like he doesn't want to admit that he wasn't as sick as he wanted everyone to think.

Reaction to Contrast essays

2004-10-26T15:34:00.000-07:00

The first contrast essay that I read was very interesting. The dad was very easy to picture and so was the son. I found it odd that the son wasn't more like his father. In most families that I've seen, father and son are a lot alike. But then, my cousin is not like his father at all. He despises him.

Blogs I commented on

2004-10-21T16:44:00.000-07:00

www.amandasstories.blogspot.com
www.beaubedore.blogspot.com

Weekly post 2

2004-10-21T16:32:00.000-07:00

I am such a procrastinator. I have a medical terminology test tomorrow, and I haven't studied yet. I usually do ok, in the "B" range, so I'm not too worried about it. Pretty much at this point, it's either you know the words or you don't. There are just SO many of them. I took a two- and half- hour nap today and when I woke up I was very mad at myself. I just laid down, not really thinking I would actually fall asleep. I wanted to do dishes, get my homework done, etc. So that nap was a set back for me. As long as I get it done, I guess it really doesn't matter.

Fall = Sick

2004-10-21T16:27:00.000-07:00

What is it about fall and people being sick? My fiance is sick in bed right now, so I'm taking care of him, hoping and praying that I don't get it! Oh well if I do, I'm supposed to take care of him. He's ordering me around but in a nice way. He appreciates all the little things I'm doing. (Going to Wendy's for Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers, picking up cough medicine, getting him water, snacks, and whatever else he wants) I like taking care of him, it makes me feel like he needs me.

Reaction to Classification essay

2004-10-21T16:23:00.000-07:00

I thought writing a classification essay was easier to write than other essays. My topic was something that was very relative to me, so that also made it easy to write about. It was hard to tie it all together at the end, so I'm not too sure about my conclusion. I think I used enough detail for each part of the body.

Post comments

2004-10-19T18:05:00.000-07:00

I posted comments on these blogs:

www.smitha1.blogspot.com
www.dontb2serious.blogspot.com

Classification essay

2004-10-19T16:22:00.000-07:00

Children are very interesting. They're like little people that have a mind of their own, but yet they are so dependent on their parents. Their influences have an enormous effect on their personalities. I've done quite a lot of babysitting and have noticed that children's personality types fall under three major categories; spoiled, well-behaved and angry. The spoiled children are the ones that hand me their tissue when they're done with it or leave their plate on the table when they're done eating. They usually have enough respect to obey me though. Children I've babysat that are well-behaved have given me no trouble and are usually fun to be around. I can always tell when a kid has great parents or not. Finally, there are the angry children. I almost feel threatened by these ones. I walk around on egg shells afraid that I might upset them. I can't tell them to do anything because they'll hit me or throw things at me.
I have the most experience babysitting spoiled, rotten, brats! There's one in particular that comes to mind. He's an only child, around six years old. One evening, while his parents were out, I was watching T.V. while Michael was upstairs playing. He came downstairs and announced that I had to change what I was watching to "his" channels. I tried explaining that I was watching it, and that he was being rude. That didn't matter. He proceeded to whine until he got his way. Whatever. I tried not to let it bother me. Soon, he started to get hungry. "Go make supper for me. I'm hungry." My first thought was, "I feel sorry for whoever marries him." Then I just sat there, pretending like I didn't hear him. I was NOT going to take orders from a six year old. I thought maybe I could teach him a lesson. Was I stupid? There was some more whining and then I finally said, "I'm not answering you until you ask me nicely to make you something to eat." His reply was, "I'm not hungry anymore." The spoiled ones are actually quite good at manipulating.
The well-behaved children that I've babysat are easy to get along with and know not to take advantage of me. I don't have to yell at the top of my lungs to get their attention. Of course, they are still kids. They like to be loud and have fun, but they don't make my time with them a living hell. I used to babysit three sisters under the age of ten. The only thing that ever went wrong at their house was the time that I poured melted butter down their kitchen sink one night, not thinking about the fact that butter can re-solidify. That was pretty dumb. I think we poured vinegar or something down the sink and it worked. The parents never found out.
Ok. Last but certainly not least, we have the angry children. I remember one little girl who scowled so much that her forehead was permanently wrinkled. I don't know what her parents did or didn't do, but she was a real peach. I'd arrive at the house to babysit and wait for the time I dreaded most, the parents leaving. I'd try small talk, but she'd barely speak a word. I picked up one of her dolls lying on the floor and she screamed at me, "Put that down!! That's mine!" She was fine as long as I didn't look in her general direction, speak to her, or touch anything that belonged to her. Forget about telling her to do something. If I told her to go to bed, she would just stare at me. If I repeated myself, she'd scream and cry. Everytime I saw her parents pulling into the driveway, it was a huge relief.
Now that I look back on my experiences with children, I've realized how much I know about kids. Don't think that I judge every child that comes my way. I really do enjoy kids, and some day when I have kids, I'll make sure they're not spoiled or angry.

Weekly post 2

2004-10-15T06:06:00.000-07:00

Writing a classification intro was pretty fun. The topics I chose worked pretty well for me. I chose the topic I wanted to do the whole essay over and if I work with the intro a little more, I think it'll be a good essay.

Classification intro 2

2004-10-14T13:29:00.000-07:00

Of all the songs I've heard in my life, no matter what genre it has come from, I have an opinion about each of them. I either love it, don't mind it, or it annoys me so much that every time I hear it, I want to bang my head against the wall. If a song comes on the radio that I love I instantly get excited and turn it up loud! I enjoy the 3 or 4 minutes that it lasts. This type of song usually speaks to me in some way or is just fun to listen to. The songs that I don't mind are usually ones that have a nice beat with a good voice, but something's missing from them. I can't relate or the subject of the song doesn't interest me. The annoying songs have nothing good about them. The singer sucks, the music sucks, the lyrics suck. These are the kind that play over and over in my mind when I don't want them there.

Classification intro 1

2004-10-14T13:12:00.000-07:00

From my babysitting experiences, I've observed children and their behaviors. I've noticed that they seem to fall under three different categories; Spoiled, well-behaved and angry. The spoiled children are the ones that hand me their tissue when they're done with it or leave their plate on the table when they're done eating. They usually have enough respect for me to obey me though. Children I've babysat that are well-behaved have given me no trouble and are usually fun to be around. I can always tell when a kid has great parents or not. Finally, there are the angry children. I almost feel threatened by these ones. I walk around on egg shells afraid that I might upset them. I can't tell them to do anything because they'll hit me or throw things at me.

Weekly post 1

2004-10-13T06:33:00.000-07:00

I got in touch with the cousin that I haven't heard from in a while. She's been hanging out at my apartment and we've been catching up on everything from boyfriend stuff to school. She came over yesterday after my last class around 3 and we just chatted and had dinner. We were laughing just like when we were younger, carefree and happy. Then her boyfriend of one year called her up. I knew it was bad and that she didn't want me to hear their conversation when she went into my bedroom. All I kept hearing her say was "No, babe." and "Don't do this." I knew it wasn't good. She finally got off the phone and came out my bedroom crying. Adam broke up with her. What was I supposed to say to her? There really wasn't anything I could do. I tried to say that maybe it wasn't over yet and that they just needed a break from each other. I honestly didn't know what was going to happen because I wasn't in her situation. Her mother called and wanted her to come home. I really didn't want her driving, but she would not let me drive her. She lives 30 minutes away from me, so I was worried until I called her to see if she made it home ok. I hope that everything works out for her. She deserves happiness, and so far, she hasn't had much with the guys she's dated.

Reaction to my Isearch

2004-10-13T06:02:00.000-07:00

I thought the hardest section to write was the background. Childbirth isn't really something that you can give a lot of detail about, especially if you've never experienced it. All I could really say was what I have thought about it until now. In the why section, it was easy for me to come up with questions because there's a lot I want to know about childbirth. What I know about the questions was an interesting part because I discovered that I know more about childbirth than I thought I did. I may go back and edit my background; I'm not so sure I like it. I don't think it flows with the rest of what I have. I'm excited to get some research done on my topic.

Classification essays

2004-10-08T06:19:00.000-07:00

The two essays I liked most were "Snakes, snails and puppy dog tails" and the one about telemarketers. I think they were written by the same person. I like her style, especially in "snakes". It was to the point, but she used enough details to keep me interested. I'm sure a lot of girls can relate to it. "Telemarketers" was a little repetitive, but describing her emotions and the details of her phone calls was interesting.

History on Research

2004-10-07T15:54:00.000-07:00

As you may have already guessed, I had to do a few research papers in high school. Most of them were an assigned topic and I had no interest in them whatsoever. Some examples of topics I had were: History of women, Diseases, Climates of other countries, etc. Each teacher that assigned research papers required about 3 resources. One of those had to be from a book. I personally hate researching out of books because it's tedious. The internet is faster, and can be much more efficient. It also adds some fun to it! I've researched about many things on my own. Some of those topics are: pregnancy, singers, cars, cheat codes for The Sims, ingredients in products, upcoming presidential election, war on Iraq, etc. As you can see I can come up with a lot more that I've researched on my own, than for an assigned paper. It's hard to write a paper if you don't even like the topic. If I had to write a paper on "cheat codes for The Sims", I would probably learn and retain more from it than I would a paper about bugs or the human body.

What I Know

2004-10-07T15:28:00.000-07:00

-I have no idea how much pain will be involved
-I don't know if I'll have to have a c-section and I don't think I'm at risk
-I know there are medications to relieve pain, but I'm not sure of them and I don't know what effects they could have on the baby
-An epidural is shot into your spine, and it's supposed to relieve pain but I don't know what else it can do to your body
-I've heard of women being "cut" when they deliver, but I'm not sure if everyone has to be
-The normal position of the baby when women deliver is head first, but I'm not sure how safe any other position is
-I've never heard of a baby being stuck in a woman, but normally if it won't come out, a c-section must be done
-Lamaze classes are supposed to help you focus on something other than the pain you're experiencing. There's a lot of focused breathing involved. I don't know how helpful it is
-I know that contractions come and go, but I don't know what is happening during them and what they typically might feel like
-I've heard of a woman's "water breaking" but I don't know what is coming out

Blogs I visited

2004-10-07T14:50:00.000-07:00

http://jblazon19.blogspot.com/
http://xxmandiesxx.blogspot.com/
http://biggolblogger.blogspot.com/
http://ashleyray.blogspot.com/
http://hayleyjb.blogspot.com/

What I think of College so far

2004-10-07T14:36:00.000-07:00

I can say that I have learned a lot in college so far. I wasn't quite sure what to expect before I got here. It's not as hard as I thought it would be. There are a lot of cliques, like my high school, but everyone is pretty nice. I don't have a problem with any of my teachers. My worst class has been Medical Terminology. It's very boring and way too long. Human Relations is repetitive and all you really need for it is common sense. I think that'll be an easy "A". I love to meet people who are diverse and I've found quite a few here. I've already learned lots about myself, my career, and my surroundings. I have a gained a new perspective on life and I'm excited about my future. College is great so far!

My fiance

2004-10-07T14:08:00.000-07:00

I got an early birthday present from my fiance. He got me a huge computer desk and a new computer. I love them. It looks great in our apartment. He is the nicest guy I know. He's always been willing to do anything for me and that means a lot to me. It shows that he loves me more than himself. When I'm in a bad mood I take out my anger on him and I always feel really bad afterwards. I don't know why I do it. He usually keeps his cool and it really amazes me. Sometimes he yells back, and I deserve that. I'm trying really hard not to freak out so easily. I need more control of what I say because I can really hurt Randy. There's no reason why he should have to suffer through my bad moods.

Why I'm Writing

2004-10-03T18:35:00.000-07:00

I chose "childbirth" as my Isearch topic because it is something that I have not experienced, but I would like to someday. It's important for me to know what to expect and know what to do when I give birth. I've been worried about how bad the pain will be, and if I could get an idea from other women of what it's like, it won't be such a shock when I go into labor. Here are some questions I have that I hope to find answers for:

How much pain will there be?
Will I have to have a cesarean section?
Am I at risk of having one?
Is there anything I can do to relieve pain?
What exactly does an epidural do?
Will pain relievers work?
If they work, can they harm the baby?
Does every woman delivering have to be "cut"?
What fetal positions are dangerous for delivering?
Can the baby get stuck in me?
What can Lamaze classes do for me?
What are contractions and what do they feel like?
What happens when your "water breaks"?

Background for Isearch

2004-10-01T06:08:00.000-07:00

When I was younger, I knew that babies grow in a woman's stomach. I wasn't aware, however, of how the baby comes out. I really never even wondered about it. I'm not sure exactly when I learned of how a baby is born. All I remember thinking is, "that's so gross." When I found out there was pain involved, there was no way I was going to ever have children. Then I started observing parents with their babies or little toddlers. I envied the parents and thought it was so awesome that they created this human being. They had a special bond and were responsible for them. I realized then that I did want kids someday.
I used to watch "A Baby Story" on TLC and to see the look on all of the women's faces when they were delivering terrified me. Why does it have to hurt so much? How much pain is involved really? How long will it last? Questions like these would race through my mind as I watched television shows like this one.
I think I'm so scared about the pain of childbirth because I've never really experienced serious pain. The only pain I ever felt as I child was minor (scrapes, falls and punches from my big sister). And even now the only pain I can think of is needles and blood that I've had drawn. I've never broken a bone or even been stung by a bee.
I've wondered if I will have to have a cesarean section. I don't know of any family members that had to have a c-section. I've never had any surgery and I'm worried about what will happen if I do.
I know that it's a very natural process usually but I'm concerned that I won't know how to handle the pain. I want to know exactly what to expect and I want to know if I'm at risk for a cesarean section.

Writing a 5 graf essay

2004-09-29T06:31:00.000-07:00

Writing my essay was pretty easy. The topic was something I could easily talk about, so I had no trouble with explaining my reasons/feelings. If I had chosen a different topic, it may have been more interesting to me.

5 graf essay

2004-09-28T19:11:00.000-07:00

I stare into a medium sized white styrofoam cup as I pour the coffee into it. I place the lid onto it and walk back over to the customer I'm waiting on. I politely, and with a smile on my face ask, "Would you like anything else?" and he replies "No, thanks." Such a simple task but you wouldn't believe how hard it is for me to be nice to a complete stranger who I don't want anything to do with. Why so hard you ask? That's a question that I'm not sure how to answer. Customer service is definitely part of my job. (I emphasize job because that's exactly what it is. It's not a career that I would want to do for my lifetime.) Sometimes I get customers that are perfectly nice and polite to me. There are other times when I get these rude bitches that I have to wait on that I would love to just spit on. (Or spit in their coffee!) The point I'm trying to get across is that I have three main reasons why it's hard for me to be nice to customers. I feel like a slave most of the time, I'm not a people person, and finally, I hate my job.
I've worked at Dunkin' Donuts for the past year and the longer I work there, without a raise, the more I feel used. There is so much shit we have to do, as with any minimum wage job. The "extra cleaning" is what really ticks me off. If we're having a slow day, and I'm working with the bitchy night time supervisor, I'm guaranteed to a night of dusting ceilings, sweeping out the freezer (brrrr!), stocking stocking stocking, and other bitch work. There are many other reasons why I feel like a slave, and the main reason is customer service. Anyone who has to deal with a grump who wants whatever they want deserves way more than minimum wage. It's not exactly easy for me to be cheerful when I know I'll be bringing home a thin slice of bacon at the end of the week.
The second reason why I feel it's hard for me to be nice to customers is I'm just not a people person. I'm not a partier. I'm not very outgoing. I don't like big crowds. I'd be content to sit home for a week with some books, the internet, a television, and maybe my fiance. I am not one to go out of my way just to say hi to someone I don't know...unless of course, I'm at work.
My final excuse is that I just plain hate my job! If I were getting paid ten times more than what I make now to serve coffee, it'd probably be a hell of a lot easier for me. I don't have a problem with my co-workers. It's just Dunkin' Donuts in general. As stated above, I feel that I do too much for the small amount of money I make. I'm not saying that I am the only one that works hard, because we all do. I might as well stop bitching, because there's nothing I can do about greedy company owners.
Currently I am going to school preparing for a better future for myself. I definitely don't want to be stuck with a dead end job for the rest of my life. I'm still not completely sure of why it's hard for me to be nice to customers, but I think it's mostly just because I'm not happy with my job overall. There are many bad things about my job, but I have also learned a few good things. I know more about myself, and I know what I want for my life. I want to be a Medical Transcriptionist mostly because I plan to work at home someday. I won't have crabby people that I'll have to wait on. Instead I'll have to listen to doctors that yawn into my ear as they say big long medical words.

Blogs

2004-09-27T20:20:00.000-07:00

These are the blogs I looked at:

http://mikkirooney.blogspot.com/
http://ashleyray.blogspot.com/
http://amandasstories.blogspot.com/
http://noc13.blogspot.com/

Class blogs

2004-09-27T06:28:00.000-07:00

Outro

2004-09-26T19:27:00.000-07:00

Currently I am going to school preparing for a better future for myself. I definitely don't want to be stuck with a dead end job for the rest of my life. I'm still not completely sure of why it's hard for me to be nice to customers, but I think it's mostly just because I'm not happy with my job overall. There are many bad things about my job, but I have also learned a few good things. I know more about myself, and I know what I want for my life. I want to be a Medical Transcriptionist mostly because I plan to work at home someday. I won't have crabby people that I'll have to wait on. Instead I'll have to listen to doctors that yawn into my ear as they say big long medical words.

Reaction to "Becoming a better dad" Isearch

2004-09-25T18:51:00.000-07:00

I really liked the topic of this Isearch. I don't feel that he really researched enough, but the fact that it was something that could actually help him in life really inspired me. He did too much summarizing and not enough spewing of good info that he came across. Reading the Isearch papers definitely helped me see what I should and should not do in my paper. Another thing that I thought was great about his paper was that he got my attention pretty well. Although there was a little repetition.

Intro #2

2004-09-24T06:16:00.000-07:00

Post 15

2004-09-23T13:41:00.000-07:00

I want a Pontiac Vibe. Here is what it looks like ... I could probably afford it right now, but I think I'll wait until I'm making more than $7,000 a year. Haha. That is so pathetic. That's ok. I am only 17. Ideally I'd like to make around $40,000 a year. I figure if I'm married and he makes around that or more, we'll be pretty happy. But if the person I marry is going to be Randy, I'm not so sure how much money we'll have. The kid is so smart but I'm not sure how motivated he is to go to college. He spent one year at UMaine, but now he's just working. His excuse is that we can't afford it, but I've got plenty of money in my savings account that is just sitting there. With a loan, we'd have no problem. He also works on the UMaine campus full time, so he can get two free classes a semester. I really want him to sign up for classes for the Spring semester.

Post 14

2004-09-23T13:32:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I wonder if I'm meant to be with Randy. We've been fighting so much lately. He used to be so patient and kind with me. Now he just acts like I know nothing and never spends any time with me. He works all week until 7, I go pick him up, and he just plays his stupid Football Fantasy all night. Then on weekends I have to work. I don't know. Maybe when we're both done with school we'll have more time for each other. I've tried talking to him about spending more time with me, but I've had that talk before and it didn't work. It's like I'm practically living by myself. Another thing that's been bothering me is he leaves his clothes lying all over the place. Maybe I'm just being nit-picky. But I do still love him. I just hope that things will work out between us.

Post 13

2004-09-23T13:17:00.000-07:00

I'm so glad that I'm out of high school. I don't think I enjoyed anything about it except my friends, and I didn't have very many of those. There were too many cliques that made me want to puke, and just about everybody was involved in one. I think the best thing about high school was 11th grade English with Mrs. Girvan. She was very very nice and didn't make us do a lot of work. We basically just had a little grammar lesson at the beginning and then we'd listen to her talk about nothing...so it was a pretty easy class. There was just something about her that made us get along.

Post 12

2004-09-23T13:06:00.000-07:00

It's Happy Bunny! (sayings)

You suck and that's sad
It's all about me. deal with it
I just don't listen
cute but psycho. things even out
I hate everything
You smell like butt
Hey, You Made Me Throw Up A Little

These sayings can always put a smile on my face! I don't know why. He's just so sassy!!

Post 11

2004-09-23T11:57:00.000-07:00

My cousin has been my best friend since we were little girls. We loved to play with Barbies, play "house", or just talk. I love her so much. I truly feel closer to her than anyone in the world. We haven't talked for a few months now. I miss her a lot. I don't know why she hasn't called me, and at the same time, I don't know why I haven't called her. I called once but there was no answer. Her family life isn't so great right now. Her sister is pregnant, her brother's in Iraq and her parents are on the verge of divorce. I would love to call her, just to see what's up and let her know that I'm thinking of her.

Post 10

2004-09-23T11:46:00.000-07:00

I have a Medical Terminology quiz tomorrow over a bunch of words that I haven't even looked at yet. Luckily, I'm good at remembering words. The class is so boring. It's three hours long. I would like it a little better if it were twice a week for 1 1/2 hours. Another problem with the class is that we have too many breaks. Last week we had 2 breaks within one hour. Are we in kindergarten? We could have been out that much earlier, but no..when we were almost done she announced, "Go take another ten minute break." Please... I'm gonna need help through this semester

Post 9

2004-09-23T11:36:00.000-07:00

My fiance's lap top is being so stupid today! I can't check my mail, a tool bar is missing and when I download it again it just disappears! Also I couldn't use blogger, so I had to use Amanda's computer in her room. I'm sure next time I go to use it, I won't be able to turn the damn thing on! Why do computers have to be so difficult to use. You have to be a genius to figure out all there quirks.

Sleep (8)

2004-09-22T06:24:00.000-07:00

Sleeping is probably my favorite thing in the world to do. There's just something about curling up in a blanket and leaving the world behind. You can't control your thoughts, but it doesn't matter. Sometimes you don't even remember what you dreamt about, and that's what I like! There are so many things in life that I just want to get away from (med. terms, my apartment, my fiance, etc.).

I'm sick (7)

2004-09-22T06:15:00.000-07:00

I haven't told many people, because I'm afraid they won't want to be anywhere near me, but I have Mono. I'd been having a sore throat for about 2 weeks and was wondering what was up, so I went to the Doctor, and sure enough, Mono. He said there's no cure for it, and the symptoms could last up to a month. I've been wondering what I should do about work, but if I've been working for the past few weeks, so what would be the point in not going now. If anyone was going to catch it, they probably already did..which makes me feel really really bad. But the good news is...once you have it, you'll never get it again!

I hate money! (6)

2004-09-20T18:55:00.000-07:00

If money were a person, it wouldn't have any friends. Everyone would use it, take advantage of it, and steal it. Money is the number one cause of stress in my life. How much money am I going to make when I'm done with college? Why does my co worker insist on taking money from that damn register? Do I have enough money in my wallet for the weekend? Cuz the bank just closed. Is my sister ever going to pay me back?
It stresses me out just to think about how much money stresses me out! And I don't even know why it does. It's a powerful thing.

Committment (5)

2004-09-20T18:49:00.000-07:00

I just realized how little I have been posting blogs. I need to be more committed to spending some time a few days a week writing about SOMETHING. I'm sick of using the excuse "I don't have any time" or "I have nothing to write about." I could probably write about an old pair of shoes! Anyway, I have several committments....to my fiance, to my job, to Splenda (that's right, the artificial sweetener), to my friends, to my family, to my cats, to eating, to locking the door every night before I go to bed, etc. So why can't I add the very simple committment of writing to my list?

Intro

2004-09-20T18:14:00.000-07:00

I'm finally beginning to understand the old saying, "There's a thin line between love and hate." I always thought that they were two very strong feelings that couldn't be related to each other. Well, I had never had a relationship when I thought this, and didn't understand the concept of it. I say "I hate you" and "I love you" more times in one day to my fiance than I know. The reason for it boils down to this...I'm confused on whether I love him or hate him, or I have a really bad temper.

Childbirth

2004-09-20T18:10:00.000-07:00

Here's what I know about childbirth..

-Your "water breaks"
-Average dilation is 10cm (normal)
-lots of pain
-an epidural can reduce pain
-imb. cord is cut after the fetus is out
-sometimes a cesarean section is necessary if there are complications with the baby's position, size, timing, etc.
-I don't know much about childbirth!

Reaction blog to cause essay

2004-09-16T19:12:00.000-07:00

The essay that appealed to me most was the "why people fall out of love" essay. The author made some very interesting points and used details from her own experiences to make it realistic. I liked that she learned something from the cause. Her three reasons for why she thinks people fall out of love were: fear, dishonesty and selfishness. She made valid points as to why these were the reasons. I don't believe that love always ends badly, but it's definitely ok that she does. Cause essays work best when the author learned a lesson because of it. When I decide what to write about for my essay, I'll keep in mind a cause that taught me something.

Scratch all that! Writing about a lesson you learned is BORING! Doing something over and over even though you had a horrible consequence is way more fun!

Person graf

2004-09-13T06:22:00.000-07:00

Does someone who lies, steals and cheats sound appealing to you? Well to most of my co-workers, Sandra was cute and innocent. To me, she was a bitch! When I first started working at Dunkin' Donuts I was almost afraid of her. She was so mean to me! She'd snap at me when I asked her a question as though I were some idiot. Sometimes she'd say things like "You think you're so much better than everybody, but you're not. No one likes you." I'd almost be in tears and she'd say, "I'm just kidding!" Ya right. Like I believe you now.
I was nice to her face because I had to work with her, but I truly despised her. I'd even go out of my way to listen to her annoying voice and what she had to say. We were talking about closing the store at night time and she goes, "You wouldn't be able to close because it involves a lot of lifting and you have a 'bad back'." I could have killed her! How did she know that I didn't have a hurt back? Could she feel what I felt in MY body? I don't think so.
Sandra finally got what she deserved. Another co-worker caught her stealing money from the cash registers. She always made sure she got drive-thru so that customers couldn't see that the price was wrong on her screen. If someone had two coffees, she'd ring up only one and tell them the price of two. Pretty crafty. She even stooped as low as writing a fake doctor's note so that she'd get drive-thru and she could steal more money from the company. She was finally fired because of it. She has convinced every one that works there that she was covering for someone else that was stealing. Bull shit. I know the truth. She now works in an office and gets paid way more than what she was making at Dunkin' Donuts. Oh well. I hope her conscience eats at her for the rest of her life for what she did. Wait..who am I kidding? She doesn't have a conscience.

Things graf

2004-09-10T06:38:00.000-07:00

When I was one years old I was given a purple and white puffalump by my grandmother. I don't remember opening this gift or what my reaction was (probably not a huge reaction from a one year old) but I remember all the memories I've made of "Puffy." I used to walk around my house with a thumb in my mouth and my arm around her. My sister really hated Puffy and she was always hiding her or hurting her. One time she actually took a pair of scissors and tried to cut her tail off!! She failed, but the tail looked pretty sad just the same. The connection of the tail was ripped in half and it just kind of dangled like it didn't belong. Not to mention that all the stuffing came out of the tail too. I used to rub the end of her tail on my nose when I sucked my thumb and watch it flitter as I breathed in and out. It was so comforting, and strangely, it comforts me to even think about it. Puffy came with me everywhere. I went to my cousin's house a lot when I was younger and she also had a puffalump. Her's was yellow and white and always looked newer than mine. Her's had a perfect tail. I didn't care. My Puffy was so much better just because I loved her. I still have Puffy today and she's not in bad shape for her age. Instead of dealing with my sister, she now has to deal with my boyfriend. (My boyfriend also hates her.) He'll just have to get over it!

Big Brother 5 (4)

2004-09-09T16:19:00.000-07:00

I've been watching Big Brother 5 all summer. So far it's been pretty interesting. Right now I hope that Karen wins, although I'm quite sure her time is almost up. If she leaves I'd like to see Nakomis win. The only person I was extremely upset over leaving was Will. He was so funny and random. This is not the best season. They haven't had all the special opportunities that they used to have. They don't have any luxury competitions. (Not many food comps either.) Oh well. The evil twins are gone!! YAY!

Unique Graf

2004-09-09T15:52:00.000-07:00

I've lived in Maine my whole life. I'm not really sure if I ever want to leave it. I have an older sister who I don't see that often. I love cats. I grew up with an "orange striped" cat named Reese. He's the cutest thing in the world and he's the best pet I've ever had. He's at my parents house though. And I'm twenty miles away from there now. I live in Bangor in a 2nd story apartment with my boyfriend. We've been together for over two years now. I love him more than anything and we have a really close bond. I'm going to school to become a Medical Transcriptionist. I want to have a family some day and it's really important to me to be home with my kids. But I also feel that today working is crucial, and I don't want to be named a "house wife." That's why I chose Medical Transcription. At least for a while anyway. I have a strong interest in Nutrition. We'll see where that goes later though. I drive a black Geo Prizm. I love my car, even if it's not the greatest. I hated high school because I always felt like I had to be somebody that I wasn't, just to please other people. My senior year was when I just said "to hell with this" and I was truly a lot happier with myself. I work at Dunkin' Donuts. It's really not my favorite place to be, but it's a job and it gives me money. I've worked there for almost a year and I'm kinda proud of that. I have to deal with a lot of cranky people and it has helped me have a better attitude towards other people. I don't have a ton of friends, but the one's that I do have I am very close to. My favorite color is pink. I love lipgloss. It's my one addiction. It's an expensive addiction! I think I have close to one hundred of them.

Internet (3)

2004-09-08T18:38:00.000-07:00

Yay! I just got the internet. I'm so excited! I've been living in my apartment for 3 months now and I've been without it. When school started it sucked because I instantly needed access to it, so I'd have to go to the Bangor Public Library every time I needed it. Not anymore! Yay!!!

Blog Reaction to "Questions and Misconceptions"

2004-09-07T11:14:00.000-07:00

I just read someone's blog about their experiences in Japan. It was very interesting. She was asked by another blogger if she had seen any Ninjas yet and she replied "If a saw a ninja, they wouldn't be a very good ninja would they?" I thought that was funny. She also talked about how the Japanese eat EVERYTHING fried. The sushi is also very fresh, but priced pretty much the same as in the States. She lives across from a little old lady who mumbles and she scares her every time she sees her. She also said that the old people are all very short and her theory is that they bowl too much or they didn't get enough calcium as children. She's a very interesting writer and I'm gonna start reading her others. Happy blogging!

Course Reaction blog

2004-09-07T10:59:00.000-07:00

So far I'm really enjoying College Composition. It's not like any english class I've ever had. I find writing a lot easier when the topic interests me or has something to do with me. I find it close to impossible to write an essay over "Hamlet" or some other piece of work, when I don't even understand it. To me writing isn't about spewing out stuff you've already learned; it's about expressing yourself and discovering things about yourself. So far I have, which kind of freaks me out, but in a good way. Overall college is so different than high school. I find myself liking everyone! The age range is incredible and I'm not so worried about the way I look anymore, because I don't feel like anyone is judging me! Ok, this is a little off subject, but anyway... John Goldfine is a great teacher. There is no right or wrong way to write, and that's the way it should be. I know I'm not going to get a "D" because I didn't have a good enough thesis in my introduction. No format is a good format.

List and List Graf

2004-09-07T10:39:00.000-07:00

Inventory

Tan colored hand woven purse contains:

A wallet containing 3 dollars and some change
3 lipglosses
Whipped Silk hand lotion
a calculator
a Wal-Mart receipt
3 pieces of gum that look pretty nasty
a watch
a pen
a balance book for savings account
a Salesperson's card from Varney car dealership
a tampon

Judging from this list of items I would say this person spends money on useless things. I'm assuming that it's a girl because of the tampon. She doesn't like to wear watches, but carries one so she knows what time it is. She doesn't seem to have a lot of money, but must have enough to spare for the lip gloss. She cannot add large sums in her head and has to use her calculator to figure out how much money is in her Savings account. She may be looking to buy a new vehicle,
although I'm not sure how she can afford it.

I'm freezing! (2)

2004-09-01T17:50:00.000-07:00

What is it about the weather? No one is ever satisfied with it. In the summer time it's too hot and people miss winter. Then when winter comes along everyone's complaining that they want summer back. I'm having one of those moments right now. Well it's the end of the summer but I just wish that it was a little warmer right now. I'm never satisfied. You always want what you can't have. Weird the way our minds work. What exactly is satisfaction? Isn't it more like perfection? In my opinion there is no such thing as perfection. Does that also mean there is no satisfaction? Hmm..deep. Well to me anyway. Maybe I'm just rambling on about crap...

My Summer (1)

2004-09-01T06:38:00.000-07:00

I've been with my fiance for over two years now. We've had a long distance relationship until this summer, and it has sucked! The day of my high school graduation we moved in together. It's every thing I was expecting and it's every thing I wasn't expecting. MY bed is now OUR bed. I can't lay in the middle like I used to and sprawl out. I have what seems like 4 inches of space to sleep on. We bicker so much about meaningless things. He hates the way I drive; I hate the way he leaves his clothes EVERYWHERE! I think we've gotten over our differences, for the most part, and it's really not as bad as I make it seem. We have great times of laughing and playing games, or laying down and watching a movie together. Both of us have worked a great deal over the summer and we don't get to spend much time together...but I'm not complaining because this is better than seeing him once a month, or once every two weeks if I was lucky!

My Worst Teacher Graf

2004-09-01T06:34:00.000-07:00

Ok. 6th grade. I'm sitting near the middle of my math class, listening to Mr. Randall screech at a student yet again. What is this guy's problem? Gees! We're only in the 6th grade, does he expect us to know everything? Honestly, I don't even know what he's yelling about because all I can concentrate on is the way his head bobs back and forth, back and forth. Now he's taking the end of his glasses and digging in his ear with it....and there it goes back into his mouth as he starts chewing on it. I think I'm gonna be sick. Get me out of here. Please Lord, let me out!!! Something about him intimidates me, even though I'm about 5 inches taller than he is. A girl in the front row is trying desperately to come up with the right answer to his question, but she fails, as we all would have. All of a sudden we all jump 3 feet out of our seats! His yells scare the shit out of us! The yellow piece of chalk in his hand gets thrown to the other side of the room, hits the back chalk board, breaks in half and falls to the floor. Could it get any worse? Yes, of course..it always does. Because we're all "stupid and know nothing" Mr. Randall announces that we'll all be staying for a 1-hour detention this afternoon to go over the chapter. Yay. Rinnnnng. Thank God. Too bad I have to see his ugly face again tomorrow.

Hands Graf Sept. 1st

2004-08-30T09:43:00.000-07:00

When asked to do this assignment, I wasn't quite sure what I would write. I never really thought about my hands, and thought they were boring. But there are a few details about them that really reflect who I am and what my personality is like.
I have very long fingers, just as my arms and legs are. I don't wear a lot of rings, just one on the ring finger of my left hand. It's my engagment ring that my fiance gave me about one year ago. I have a freckle on that same finger. Right now my nails are quite short, but they're usually long. They're not painted, I think natural looks the best.
I don't have any scars on my hands at all, probably because I'm "prissy" as a lot of people think that. The palms of my hands have many many lines, though I'm not sure why they're there. Those are the only indents that come close to scars I guess.
Another thing I can tell you about my hands is that I have recently noticed that two freckles have appeared. One on my left palm and the other on the ring finger of my right hand. These are here now because of excessive time spent in the tanning bed. I think anyway!
I guess my hands aren't as boring as I thought they were.