writing workshop

well during the past week i learned how much i need to improve my writing again and a feeling for the standards and how to go about planning and draing an essay , also i have been working on the esaay over the weeekend and i already feel stressed like im not gonna do good enough in college english , hopefuly she doesnt grade to hard!?

Not in the Swing of Things

I did absolutely nothing today.... or yesterday I mean. Well, I did a lot of things really, but nothing that I should have. I should have worked on that dang essay. Or memorized monologues. Or decorated a tree. Or decorated another tree. Or look up things on Genetic Counselors. Or finished my book. Or started 1984. Or actually finish my Christmas shopping. Or go for a run. Or get some sleep. Or work on that dang essay. Instead, I had a lovely day of shopping, guitar playing with the lovely trio of BLK MLD/ Clittens/ The Coconators, and not working on that dang essay. I dearly hope none of your Saturdays were nearly this fun. I hope that instead you all worked on your dumb essays like good little children.

Ahh How it's great to be back on blogger(:

So.. Oh me oh life.. I hate it, I hate IT, I HATE IT.  Not the poem itself, but the fact that it makes my head hurt.  First I thought maybe he was saying how he can't see his purpose in life and what's the point.  Then I started to really think, maybe he knows his purpose and others don't see theirs, or aren't living up to why they are here and then I couldn't make up my mind. Then I got a migraine.  Ohh goodness and not to mention my essay, what a load of crap.  It sucked so bad.  It was a sad attempt to explain that everyone has a purpose.  Everyone contributes their own chapter to this book called Life.  LAME.. But I can't wait until we start reading 1984(:

this is the beginning

In all honesty I really liked O me, O life. I feel like it set the tone for the class, the idea that we are going to be addressing issues (like purpose) that we often don't like talking about, especially in a classroom full of our peers. I feel like for a lot of us this class is going to end up being a blessing in disguise, one that we all act like we hate, but in secret, love it. I'm fully aware that this class is going to challenge not only my writing skills but my reading skills (?) as well, but I feel like the discussions and knowledge gained are going to be worth it. :)

#CollegeEnglishRocks

haha :)

I Wrote it Wrong

So instead of doing what we were supposed to do today I did something else, and it turned out kind of strange so I'm going to post it here so you all can laugh at me with me. (also I'm procrastinating doing other things I should be doing)

Why am I here? What is my purpose? Questions like these haunt me throughout my entire life time. Always coming back to the same unanswered questions. The busy world moves on in spite of this, shuffling along lost in the mundane tasks of everyday life. Foolish people merely living, breathing, existing without knowing a purpose for it.

I am more guilty of this than any other. I am easily trapped withing my own schedule moving from task to task without even a thought. I do not know why I am doing what I am doing, I simply am.

I search for something I do not know, and therefore I search in vain. I am swept away along with the crowd. Drowning in the sea of people who like me, search in vain for a purpose. I cry out to deaf ears, for no one listens. These questions are haunting me. What is it worth? Why does any action of reaction of mine matter? Does it have any meaning at all?

In my desperation I find the answer. I exist as a part of the larger whole that is the universe. I an a piece of the puzzle, holding things together. Occupying a space that only my unique shape can fill. There is a place in this life that I alone belong in. As the symphony of the world plays around me, I must take up my instrument and play. I contribute my own notes to the melody, becoming a part of the music. My purpose is to mark this world with my own identity. To be a part of something larger, greater than myself.

It was at this point that I looked at Sheamus' paper and realized I was doing it all wrong. I had just been kind of daydreaming in my own little world, absent mindedly writing. Haha.

Some essay huh?

[O]ME, [O]LIFE!

o, me .. o , life ; was a reallly goood poem because it really brought a lot of thoughts to my head about what to write about and how to write essays again and also the meaning of life or whatever , it was a good way to get the class started!

ESSAY (:

welll todays essay just kinda got me back into the swing of things and how the rest of college english is going to be and i neeed to strive to work really hard and keep concentrated from now to [g r a d u a t i o n], only 24 more weeeks of school so im going to try my best and hopefully i get the grades& education from this class and dont falll behind , im trying to be super ahead of everything, thats my goal so then i wont be last minute stressing i can have as much time as i need to make the best papers/projects (: