Ten Minute Writing #4

In class today, we watched an episode of How I Met Your Mother, I had never watched it before on television. I typically just skip over it and find something else to watch, but since it was playing in class, I figured I would give it a shot. The beginning started out with it random couple looking through the bedroom window at eight at night. The man was obsessed with trying to figure out why a blonde haired man walked seven paces out the apartment building across the street. He would walk seven paces from the door then smile. It was completely random, but really funny. I liked how the characters were having flashbacks to when they last watched the Star Wars Trilogy. During the flashbacks, they would wonder what their lives would be like three years from then. It would go into a day dream about what they hope it'll be like, then it would go into what it was really like. None of their predictions came true, except for Barney's. His prediction was the same for every three years. I thought the show was very comical and entertaining. I would probably watch it again when it would be on t.v. I might just not flip by it anymore.

Psychology

This is a class that I have on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 3:30 until 4:50pm. It is honestly one of the most boring classes that I have. I always try to go in with a good attitude, but I end up doodling all over my notebook because my professor repeats the same things over and over again. Sometimes, he gets completely off topic and tries to teach us something that has nothing to do with our lesson for the day. I don't understand what he says half the time, either. I was getting prepared to print notes off for our test today, but I had received an email that had stated he mixed up the dates and it wasn't until next week. I was somewhat upset by this because I had walked all the way across campus to print off these notes.

I don't understand why I'm even in psychology in the first place. I know it goes with what I am majoring in, but I took it in high school. Everything we're learning now, is the same thing I learned in high school. I even think it's the same book we used in high school. It's hard for me to pay attention if I'm getting taught the same things over again. We are currently learning about moods and how our brains can affect our moods and development. Same stuff I have learned before in high school. I guess I will just relearn the information and do good on the exams, hopefully. Well, cheers to a repeated class in college!

In Class Writings #2

The sharpie is a dark blue in color, with a black cap and end. It has the word Sharpie and Smear Guard Highlighter in black font. The pen is har on the outside and the tip of this writing pen is soft and feels somewhat damp. When I hit it on the esk, it makes a loud tapping noise. When in use, it doesn't really make a sound besides the cap coming off. When the cap is taken off, you hearr a loud "pop" noise. When closing the cap, you hear a slight click. That's when you know it is closed. I refuse to taste the actual Sharpie because everybody knows that it wouldn't taste very good. When smelling it, it reminds me of school, which is where any student will most likely use it. The scent is very strong and non-appeling to me.

This dark blue Sharpie Highlighter relates to my readings and writings by being able to use it to highlight key points in a story. I've used it to grade others papers in the past. I've even used it to highlight words in a writing that may be vocab words or words I'm uncertain of. I can highlight key-points in readings that could be important down the road. Highlighting words or phrases within a reading, help me know what I need to go over or look up so I know for the future. Everyone has used a Sharpie Highlighter at one point in time. It has become a very useful tool when it comes to reading and writing for any class I have, not just English. The smearguard on the Sharpie Highlighter makes it easy to underline or highlight things without making it look sloppy and messy.

Readers Response #2!

When reading the short piece, "The Canary-Colored Caravan of Death", I didn't quite understand it the first few times that I had read it. I had to reread it quite a few times in order to somewhat understand what was going on. The piece before the story began, it described some of Alison Bechdel life. Her parents were both high school English teachers and also ran a funeral home that doubled as their home.

Bechdel was a graduate of Oberlin College. She repeatedly applied to art schools but failed to get in, so she took various jobs in a publishing company. Bechdel is an award-winning cartoonist and that was the type of story that we read for homework. In this specific story, she begins with telling us about a dream she had before her father died. She also told us he absolutely loved to spend his time tanning outside. It says in the small passage before the story, that she wrote it because she was exploring her coming to understand her and her father's sexuality.

The story provides a lot of description so it gives you a visual in your head while reading. There were some words that I didn't quite understand and had to look up so I could better understand what I was reading. I didn't exactly like this passage as much as I did with the last one, but that could be because I didn't quite understand it at first.

Fair!

Just like any other county in Ohio, we have a summer fair. I am from Van Wert, so ours always starts at the end of August and the beginning of September, Ever since this past Wednesday, I've been going to the fair every single day with my boyfriend. It's been a pretty fun time, even though I haven't had any money to spend on food and games.

I remember when I was a little girl, I would go to the Demolation Derby with my family. The Demo Derby is always on the second to last day of the fair. We always have it and I don't think I can ever remember not having it because of any reason. Eveyone in town likes to go and watch the cars get all mashed up. I've only gone one time, but we couldn't stay very long because I had school the next day.

When I was in high school, we'd always be in school by the time fair comes around. We would have to go all week while other schools were able to have 'fair days'. It would start Wednesday and end a week from that day. We would always have to go to school on the first three days of fair but then was able to have the following weekend and the first three days of the week off, which was pretty nice.

I am going to the fair tonight with my boyfriend then tomorrow with my family, as long as it doesn't start pouring down rain. I absolutely love going to the fair and seeing all the people I use to hang out with; plus eating the salty french fries. It's one of my favorite times of the year!

Just a Memory

I've always been attached to my grandma. Maybe it was because she had come over to my house all the time when I was little to watch me and my younger sister. Or maybe it was because I use to stay the night with her on Saturday nights so I could go to church with her the next morning. Whatever the reason behind it, she was like my best friend.

I had always gone to my grandma for advice or whenever I was feeling down. She always knew how to cheer me up or what to say. I would go and stay the nights with her almost every night during the summer while I was in middle school. We would go to church together on Sunday and then go out to eat afterwards.

She had breast cancer years before I was born. They had to go in and remove the breast completely because of how bad the cancer was at the time. After that surgery was done and over with, she was cancer free; which must of been a huge relief for my dad at the time. I had always wondered about it, but she would just say she had surgery. As I grew older, I understood it a little more and knew it was breast cancer.

My grandma was cancer free for years, until she started getting sick while I was in my 8th grade year of school. The doctor said she had leukemia and lymphoma; that was the hardest thing at the time that I could hear. She had to have chemo therapy for awhile to help with the cancer. In all honesty, it didn't seem to be working, but I had to hang on to the hope that I still had for her.

There was a time where it had gotten so bad that she was hospitalized at St. Rita's for what seemed like forever. My dad would take us up there to see her every night, but it just had gotten harder and harder to see her sick in the hospital. Eventually, she was strong enough to be released and was able to go back home. I had went and stayed with her for awhile to help her out since she was still somewhat weak from the chemo and being sick for so long.

She had seemed to be getting better by the day; so I started spending more time with my friends. The one night where I was suppose to stay with her and go to church the next morning, I had stayed with a friend instead. The next day, my mother had picked me up from the bowling alley I was at with my friend. She told me she had something to tell me and I figured my dad was picking us up from her house early for his night with us. She told me, instead, my grandma had passed away that night in her sleep.

She didn't make it to church that day, so her friends were concerned and tried calling the house; there was no answer. She would normally call my dad after church to tell her she was on her way out to his house, but he never receieved a call from her. He had decided to go check up on her at her house. When he got there, he called for her, but there was no response. He had found her in her favorite chair, in her nightgown, unresponsive.

I was a miserable mess for months. I felt like if I would of been there that night like I was suppose to, I could of saved her. I felt at fault for her passing for the longest time. I had lost my best friend and grandma. I still get choked up about it whenever I think about it and it's been a little over four years now. I had actually started crying typing up this blog.

She is at peace now and no longer hurting. She had tought me many things in life that I still haven't forgotten. I always wonder what she'd think of me being all grown up and going to college. I just hope she is proud of the person I am today.