The Past Four Months

If someone were to ask me why exactly I took Writers craft, I don't exactly know what my response would be. I guess I took it thinking it would be a laid back class where we would be aloud to express our feelings and emotions through writing. To be completely honest, it wasn't exactly what I expected. Although, I really enjoyed it, I found it a lot harder than I had expected. Considering you ARE a English teacher, I guess I should've expected it. The amount of pencil corrections that appeared on my papers sometimes scared me, but hear me out when I say I did really enjoy this class. Despite the fact that I wasn't the most talented writer in the class, I am proud to say that I am extremely pleased with my work that I handed in. I feel like I have improved both as a writer and a performer.
My favourite activity that we did in this class was the memoir. I found it almost like a way of therapy. I lost my grand-maman when I was in grade 8, and I know that people say it isn't as big a deal when you lose a grandparent because they are already old- but I don't agree with that statement. She was a large part of my life, and influenced me on many choices and decisions I made. I wish that she were still here with me to see how much I've grown up and so I could hear her voice to tell me she was proud of me, like she always did. I found that activity was overall an easy write because I was writing about something that actually happened to me, making the memory so much easier to capture.
I also enjoyed the balance that we had between the units we studied. No doubt, there were some that I really didn't like. For example, the poetry unit- BUT I know that it has to be done, and I get that. I really enjoyed, The Glass Castle. It was an easy read and I loved the discussions we had in class.
Lastly, I want to thank you as a teacher for your effort that you put into this class. I'm not trying to suck up, trust me. I really do enjoy you as a teacher. I'm very lucky to have been taught by you for two classes this year. Thanks to this class, I will most likely be walking accross the stage receiving not only my diploma but my English certificate- thanks to yourself and this class.
Cheers bloggers!

ATTENTION TO MR. HENEKE

Check out my first ever blog entry... Valentine's Day Shalentine's Day... You may find it humorous or not. But PLEASE check it out. THIS IS THE ONE THAT  I WANT TO BE ASSESSED.

Patchwork Poetry

What Child?

My fingers feel bony, the skin worn through,

Useless.

"Thank God we don't have kids," he said.

He was a miserable little liar,

And now the monster is dead.

One month away 'til freedom

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2gGXlW6wSY&feature=branded When I think about you, I think about seventeen.

FEROZTI THE YETI- Guard at Sagamon Gates

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FREE RICE POEM

My Son's 8th Birthday Party

It had been a fruitful summer day,
 with cheerful screams of fun.
The nappe came down,
And the pulchritudinous afternoon was suddenly in shambles.
Soon the town would be eradicated,
And all the burlap sacks would forsake my son's 8th birthday party.

Haiku Poems OH YA

Sun light drips through,
The little filmed curtains.
Wishing it were summer now.

Spring showers pour.
Muddy paw prints take over the tiles.
Time to clean up.

The unique sight of a shell,
Grains of heaven at your feet.
Storm's coming.

Short Story character description

This morning as I walked into our small living room, I woke up to the burning smell of 40% vodka and corn chips. There was a bald man with a large beer belly lying on top of my couch with a tiny bit of drool hanging from his double chin. I decided to name this one Bill. My mom was still sleeping, and probably wouldn't arise from her stained bed sheets for at least another four hours. This wasn't anything unusual- this was my life. I've grown up with my mother since I was little. My father left us when we were young; he was a lost cause anyways. I am a sixteen year old girl who is recently unemployed. This bad news-REALLY bad. Who's going to fund for me and my mom's food? The only option would be me. Anyways, I need to get to school. Can't wait to eat lunch alone again.

To my wonderful parents

Over the past few years I've been able to first hand experience how harsh and unfair life can be. This is why I am posting this thank you blog for my two wonderful parents. We've been through everything together, both thick and thin. Despite the mistakes that we've all made, I could never in my life say that I am ashamed nor embarrassed to have you as parents. Thanks to you two, I am the strong, smart girl that I have grown into today. We all went through a rough patch this summer. After mom moved out it suddenly hit me that families don't always forever. It hurt so much to see such an amazing relationship fall apart at each of your fingertips. I continued believing that somehow things would work out. I never have once doubted your relationship and that's why I'm so proud to call you my parents because you broke through that awful stage in your life and fixed things. I love you both dearly.

55 Word Story

She walked into the candle-lit room with only a trench coat on. She looked at me with a seductive stare and approached the bed as her stiletto heels hit the musty carpets of the motel room. She whispered, "I know what you did, and now you're going to pay for it."

The Best Act of Kindness

Forgiveness- a simple yet so complex act of kindness that many people forget or refuse to do. But the question is, should everyone be forgiven? I believe that forgiveness comes along with maturity and if there comes a time that you are in the situation where you can forgive a person in your life, then you should give it a chance. Why give it a chance though? There is a certain way of life called the "golden mean" which I learned about in philosophy class. It means to "treat others the way you want to be treated." This quote can easily be linked with forgiveness because if I were to ever do wrong to one's life I would want them to eventually find space in their heart to forgive me. For someone to forgive me, I would have to forgive others first. I've met many people in my life that have upset me and made me cry, but not once have I ever hated anyone. I am open to people who have the courage to forgive because that on it's own shows a lot about someone. People make mistakes because that is what life is all about and it makes individuals like myself stronger than before. If you are not a fan or don't believe in forgiveness I say give it a shot because you have a long life to live and grudges are never a fun additional weight.

Living life like the Walls's

Living life in the fast lane- a good way to describe Jeannette Walls's childhood in the memoir, "The Glass Castle". Being a suburban girl stuck in the same boring city for my whole life, I would like to think it's safe to say that change is necessary. I've only ever had the chance to experience change and movement ONCE in my life, that being a 2 km walk away, so clearly I haven't seen nor experienced  much more than the "613". Jeannette Walls's family is consistently on the go- state to state, creating both good and bad adventurous memories. Whether the situation be negative or positive, the family always tends to find happiness out of any circumstance. I believe that due to their lifestyle, all three children Jeannette especially are very strong, mature characters.This is something that I truly envy, I wish that it were easy for me to say, "Yes, I can deal with change, and adapt to my new surroundings." But unfortunately I find it to be one of my weaknesses because I enjoy everything staying the same. Same house, same school, same friends, same job and the list goes on. Realistically speaking, I need to realize that things do change, and that life is like a roller coaster- although you may feel sick, at the same time, you don't realize how much fun you're having.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvsmRuRp4cM 

LIFE IS A HIGHWAY MY FRIENDS.

Valentines Day Shmalentines Day

                                                                                                                 

Howdy y'all!

So it's that time of year again.. Heart filled caramel chocolates, teddy bears and bouquets of roses to supposedly show reassurance that, YES I still love you. My question to all you bloggers is: what is the exact point of Valentine's Day? Is it to make sure all the single people out there realize that they are single and will not be receiving any heart filled gifts? Personally, I am in a relationship and am proud to say that I still see Valentine's Day as being complete bogus and have always thought this. In elementary school, I use to tend to find this day stressful. "Hey Julie, how many valentines cards did YOU get?" Did I utterly care how many cards I got from smelly, long haired boys that have yet to hit puberty? NO, yet it still seemed to always be a competition.

Even now as a teenager, I woke up on the morning of valentines day and went on my phone to creep Facebook (who doesn't)? Every ones status's and pictures were either about how amazing it is to be in love or how crappy it is to be single. Now the competition begins: who will get the most likes and comments?!

 I am a waitress at Swiss Chalet and personally got the experience to observe couples on Valentine's Day. People came in and waited with their partners, spouses, close friends or whatever you want to call it to receive their meal. Some waited patiently, others not so much. I had many people complain about how slowly the food was taking and if not that, then it would be that their food tasted like pure coal. Instead of bickering and arguing with me over things that I have no control over- why not try forgetting about the gross food in front of you or that you are about to receive, by holding your partners hand and reminiscing about how you first fell in love.

See the thing is, many people in today's society seem to lack common courtesy and acts of kindness. It shouldn't take a special day named after a little man who ran around naked with a bow and arrow to show someone that you care.

Check out the link I posted below. Seems like we have the same opinions.

http://yourweeklypaper.com/blog/2012/02/14/valentines-day-is-overrated/