ENC 1101-B3 & B4: Writing for Discovery

My grandmother just passed last week and I feel as if I have lost a part of me. Most kids aren’t close to their grandparents but my situation was completely different. I loved her so much and it’s been so hard for me that past couple of days.

This was my single and solitary motive for adopting the profession. I wondered where I might have been if perhaps governing factors were deviant. This begs the question: was there a steady paycheck to be had in the pursuit of women?

Absolutely Ridiculous!

Sitting and discussing our trip, Nataly comes to the decision that none of us should drive our own cars. Our cars were either in too bad of shape to make it that far of a distance or our parents spent a ridiculous amount of money on our cars and don’t want us to damage them in any way possible. Kristen thinks that a minivan is way “un-cool” and Andie says an SUV is too much of a man’s car. Instead, I get on the Nokia and call up Travelocity and rent a 2000 Volkswagen Beetle. C’mon, this isn’t necessarily the best car on the planet for a road trip, but it’s the only one they have available.

Every one is given a chance in life to do what they want with their lives. Some people make the right choice, some make the wrong choice. James knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life and he was determined to do anything to get what he wanted. James was 18 and worked for a living. He had a few friends who had a band and he really admired them. His girlfriend was always bugging him to get a band and pursue his dream.

My friends room mate discovered tabit today. He is the worst candidate for the job and he cant stop using it. I wish he would stop because he has no talent. Maybe in a few years but not now, not under these circumstances.

This semester has been a pretty interesting semester as far as writing goes. The narrative was a lot of fun to write and pretty cool to work though. I blogged a lot more the second half of the semester, whether it be adding extra journal entries or just comment on my classmates work. I understood and retained many different methods of evaluating and revising different kinds of drafts.

Well this semester is over and I just wanted to dedicate one of my journals saying goodbye to everyone in our English class. It has been real "blogging" with all of you. And getting to know each of you through your writing.

Today was a nice relaxing day. I had no classes because the only class I have today was cancelled! Yay! Anyway, all I had to do was wake up around noontime and take a math quiz and get my portfolio together and turn it in.

Living In The Past

“KAT!” “Wake up, you are going to be late!”
“Ugh I’m coming Mom”

For the longest time the only thing I’ve known was the feel of ballet shoes around my tired feet, and the smell of the wood from the dance floor. But today I am determined to trade in my point shoes for some cleats and some shin guards. This would only cause drama between Mom and I but I don’t care! I am going to skip this audition and go for soccer tryouts.

God I love this. This is why I’m alive, this is what life is all about. Screw that greedy family, screw that overbearing boss, screw that cubicle. “Screw that cubicle!” The echo of my scream made me proud that I was alone. This was the first time I had been truly alone, truly alone with my thoughts, with only my needs. This moment of clarity brought to my attention the sobering fact that I was unhappy. The weight of life had come down and grounded my free soaring spirit. Life had created a new me, one that I had grown to hate, one that I never thought I would see, a conformist. I couldn’t care about any of that now. Life was behind me, in a world that didn’t exist out here. Out here life is to real to notice anything else. I Surveyed my task.

This is it for my journal entries. I wish I can say it's been great writing them, but most of the time I'm writing one I'm usually complaining about something.

Like now I can complaing about how my check out sheet won't attach correctly to my email. Plus I also missing class to do this stupid thing, but you know I got to balance my priorities.

The cool breeze rushes by me, and the chilliness numbs my fingers. Autumn has arrived full force, and our high school is surrounded by fallen leaves of various shades. The bright lights currently flood the stadium, and the crowd is illuminated by the radiant glow. I look around me only to discover the wild enthusiasm of the fans, the intense concentration on each football player’s face, and the peppiness unleashed in every cheerleader.

This week has been really busy for me. I didn't think that i would have this much stuff to do, but it seems like I have not had one free minute. Today I am skipping math to wrap up my English stuff for the semester.

wow this semester really flew by in a hurry. I remember the begining just like it was yesterday. I started out as a little wet nose freshmen having no idea how to get where I needed to go. I got lost so many times in that first month of school that I had no idea what was going on. I would have to leave at least 30 minutes before each one of my classes started in order to make it on tome.