A student's writing skills can be improved through the use of web logs. Web logs give students the room for freedom of speech and the ability to expound upon their interests. When writing about a topic of interest for a student, a deeper level of writing is taking place. This level of writing with desire provides the student to thoroughly express their ideas in detail. The passion and fire that a student has for a particular topic is shown through their blog and can essentially be the main force that drives a student to write. The organization of their writing can indefinitely be improved because of the students desire to chronologically give order to a story or a situation, and blogging is an area where those skills are practiced. Not only is chronological order improved but also imagery. Imagery is essential when describing a situation to give the audience an image of what was taking place, just as chronological order is important. Through blogging the passion of writing is encouraged without the pressure of knowing you "have" to do it.
I enjoyed the informality of blogging. Through blogging I was able to write about my topics of interest. This process of writing helped me express my ideas and interest without feeling that is was very formal. With blogging it was easier for me to take my interests in put them into a more formal setting when it came time to write an essay. Being able to fully expound my ideas in a different format was encouraged through blogging and it was a place where I could be me without being criticized.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Shopping Fanatics
Black friday: a time where the crazies come out for their goods. I have never been shopping on the day after thanksgiving, but it does interest me. Many friends of mine will wake up at 3 in the morning and head off to an adventure that they will never forget. The thing that scares me most about the entire idea of black friday, is that everyone goes chaotic. Even the most timid parents, grandparents, and kids go wacky. They get angry if someone picks up a certain toy or item before they do, do they not realize it will probably be back on the shelves within the next week? The aggression that people have while shopping during this time makes it seem like what they see they have to have NOW. How much people thrive on materialism is an idea that is supported heavily when you here on the news about people getting trampled.
Trampled! You got to shop and someone gets trampled because of eagerness. This Black friday idea may be taken to the extreme. Who was charged and with what? Crazies, I tell you. Crazies.
Trampled! You got to shop and someone gets trampled because of eagerness. This Black friday idea may be taken to the extreme. Who was charged and with what? Crazies, I tell you. Crazies.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Florida
In approximately 26 days I will be traveling in a car with a very closer friend and her grandparents. Where to? Ft. Meyers, Florida. For 12 days I will be soaking up the sun and laying around with nothing in the world to care about. My friend and I will be taking advantage of the local cruises and 3 wheeling as we pump up the retirement subdivision we will be living in. The best part of this trip is I only have to pay 100 dollars for all the necessities. That price range reeled me in and boy was I there to stay.
Sand volleyball is also another activites that we plan on taking full advantage of. Just down the street from where we will be staying is a beach with sand volleyball courts. What better way to meet people than on the sand courts? Life could not get any sweeter than living life as a beach bum for 12 days. Counting down the days till I leave, and currently it is 26.
Sand volleyball is also another activites that we plan on taking full advantage of. Just down the street from where we will be staying is a beach with sand volleyball courts. What better way to meet people than on the sand courts? Life could not get any sweeter than living life as a beach bum for 12 days. Counting down the days till I leave, and currently it is 26.
Digital Technology
Digital technology has more than changed humankind. This form of technology is what most people rely upon. If my computer it acting funny, slow, or abnormal I can't help but get angry. Everything I have is in some form of technology. Each paper, picture, and conversation is in digital form. I would be completely lost if digital technology was to go to the pooper. Thinking about writing a 6 page paper by hand instantly gives me finger/hand cramps. It has changed the way we file records, communicate, and learn about our world.
We are able to find anything online. Information can be made up and altered. How do we decide what is right and what is wrong. The news can be updated within seconds. . .what if it is not correct information? The realiability of sources needs to be double checked when looking at what to base research or opinions on.
Along with many communication tools. . . digital technology has taken over. Skype, digsby, MSN, AOL, Yahoo, and many more other chatting programs have made it possible to converse with people from all over the country. From Honduras to Bryan, Ohio, we are able communicate with no barriers. I look forward to talking with my friends from Honduras and without the digital technology of the world it would not be possible.
We are able to find anything online. Information can be made up and altered. How do we decide what is right and what is wrong. The news can be updated within seconds. . .what if it is not correct information? The realiability of sources needs to be double checked when looking at what to base research or opinions on.
Along with many communication tools. . . digital technology has taken over. Skype, digsby, MSN, AOL, Yahoo, and many more other chatting programs have made it possible to converse with people from all over the country. From Honduras to Bryan, Ohio, we are able communicate with no barriers. I look forward to talking with my friends from Honduras and without the digital technology of the world it would not be possible.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Crafting
My mom has handed down one of her best traits, crafting. She has always been able to find anything and make it into something. My crafting began when I was a freshman in high school. We had recently moved into a house that my dad had built and took everything with us from the old house to the new. As we began unloading the truck I noticed a beat up dresser that my dad was going to tear apart and use the wood for a fire, it caught my eye. Walking into the house and frantically told my 
dad that he couldn't tear it apart because I was going to use it. He looked at me with the look of "it's a piece of junk Danae, what could you possibly make out of it". Well after filling in holes, sanding it down, and cleaning it, that piece of junk became a focal point of my bedroom. After it was all said and done, my dad was a little disappointed. He was not disappointed because he couldn't use it for wood, but because he loved it so much that he said he could never get rid of it. Never getting rid of it meant that he would have move it with us each time we moved.
dad that he couldn't tear it apart because I was going to use it. He looked at me with the look of "it's a piece of junk Danae, what could you possibly make out of it". Well after filling in holes, sanding it down, and cleaning it, that piece of junk became a focal point of my bedroom. After it was all said and done, my dad was a little disappointed. He was not disappointed because he couldn't use it for wood, but because he loved it so much that he said he could never get rid of it. Never getting rid of it meant that he would have move it with us each time we moved.Recently I have created a headboard out of an old shutter that I found in the basement of where I work. It fits perfectly above my bed. I love crafting because I can make so many neat things for the price of almost nothing.
Cause and Effect
"Happy Birthday" was shouted from all directions on December 12. It was my birthday and I had finally turned 16. I finally had the freedom to drive myself to school, practice, and to my friends house. No longer would I be strolling up in a 1992 full-size van that seated 8. Instead I'd be rocking out in a white/silver Buick. Along with being able to drive, there comes a sense of adventure that had swarmed over me. Simply driving wasn't as thrilling as I wanted it to be, with the help of my friends, we built a ramp. This ramp we placed directly behind another in efforts to jump it and create a stunt. They continued to tell me "Do it birthday girl, it'll be like the best birthday present you've ever had", so I fell for it. My friends had talked me into jumping a small red car and with my inexperienced hands on the wheel and foot on the pedal, I went for it. Hitting up to 50 mph, I went airborne. That didn't last long though until gravity pushed me down directly on top of that small red car. My back wheels ended up on the hood of the red car and my front wheels were smashed onto the hood. Both cars were dented but the one red car beneath was definitly damaged.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Workouts
My friends mom has recently let me borrow her workout videos that she had used until she bought new ones. I have not yet used them, but am very excited to start. One is called the "Crunchless Ab System" and my memory is not recalling the name of the other. I have always loved working out, but the two videos sound intense! With the combination of those I will be continuing my DDR workout sessions. DDR stands for Dance Dance Revolution for those of you who don't know the shorter name for the sweet game. It's never been about losing weight but toning my body, and I have had physical issues with exercising.
I was diagnosed 2 years ago with a rotated pelvic bone. When to much pressure, usually in a hard workout, I can easily throw my hip-flexor muscles into seizure like convulsions. When this occurs my muscles contract, unabling me to stand straight up and instead looking like a hunchback. I can not walk or move normally until about 3 chiropractor appointments later. It's been rough especially when you want to excerise but always have to be concious about doing it safely.
For all you bloggers out there, any other ideas on ways to exercise various muscles without using a treadmill or running? Input is appreciated :)
I was diagnosed 2 years ago with a rotated pelvic bone. When to much pressure, usually in a hard workout, I can easily throw my hip-flexor muscles into seizure like convulsions. When this occurs my muscles contract, unabling me to stand straight up and instead looking like a hunchback. I can not walk or move normally until about 3 chiropractor appointments later. It's been rough especially when you want to excerise but always have to be concious about doing it safely.
For all you bloggers out there, any other ideas on ways to exercise various muscles without using a treadmill or running? Input is appreciated :)
Sex Abductions
Updated to the MSNBC website today was a heart wrenching story about a sex slave and trade. A young girl at the age of 16, named Shauna, was a normal teenager hanging out with friends. One of her friends, a classmate, invited her to stay over at her house one evening and Shauna did everything she could to talk her mom into letting her stay. Shauna's mom was very skeptical about allowing her to stay at her friends house, but eventually gave in. Shauna went to her friends house with her friends "dad" and expected to have a normal sleepover. Shauna became thirsty and asked for a glass of water, an innocent request that no one would have ever thought would start a sex slave scandel.
When Shauna awoke from a drug enduced blackout, groggy and weak, it came to her realization that she was being raped. For 3 days Shauna endured beatings, rape, and forced drug use.
A search was in place, but it was her 14 year old brother that saw her in the back of a vehicle where the abductors stopped for gas. She was found beaten, bruised, bloody, and in aweful shape. Shauna was nearly dead. A delivery was to be made to a man in Texas, and Shauna was the package. An arrangement had been made for the sale of Shauna for $300,000.
If the mom would have stuck with her gut from her suspicions of something strange, this may not have happened. The end of the article stated that kids need to listen to their parents and know that their decisions and choices are in our best interest.
This article really caught my attention because I am very interested in cases such as these. The horrid lives that people live and the extent that they will go to recieve their pleasure, needs to be stopped. The moral of the story is also a good point to be made. We may think that parents are just trying to spoil our fun, but they see warning signs. Let them guide you to smart decisions.
When Shauna awoke from a drug enduced blackout, groggy and weak, it came to her realization that she was being raped. For 3 days Shauna endured beatings, rape, and forced drug use.
A search was in place, but it was her 14 year old brother that saw her in the back of a vehicle where the abductors stopped for gas. She was found beaten, bruised, bloody, and in aweful shape. Shauna was nearly dead. A delivery was to be made to a man in Texas, and Shauna was the package. An arrangement had been made for the sale of Shauna for $300,000.
If the mom would have stuck with her gut from her suspicions of something strange, this may not have happened. The end of the article stated that kids need to listen to their parents and know that their decisions and choices are in our best interest.
This article really caught my attention because I am very interested in cases such as these. The horrid lives that people live and the extent that they will go to recieve their pleasure, needs to be stopped. The moral of the story is also a good point to be made. We may think that parents are just trying to spoil our fun, but they see warning signs. Let them guide you to smart decisions.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Writing Process
Each person has a different way to successfully write a paper and abnormal rituals that they go about in the process. They can either sit in complete silence, have their music blaring, or be wearing comfortable clothes. All types of settings and techniques can be use and the way I write papers, could be considered different or common, it just depends. The first business that I take care of is lighting my pumpkin spice candle. The scent of this candle gives off this calming and relaxing aroma that puts me at ease and relieves stress of writing a paper. After my candle is lit, I usually have to search my room to find this pillow that I always have to sit on because it’s cushy and comfortable. This helps my ischial tuberosities (my butt bones) sit in less pain. Once I have found my pillow, I place it on my purple swivel chair and take a seat in front my laptop. With a fan going in the background for white noise and all the lamps in my room lit – they are not on forever, so don’t worry, I don’t run up the electric bill – I am at a relaxed state and can begin my paper.
I will normally sit at my laptop for about 20 minutes typing away and let all my thoughts swell over the keyboard. This is what I call my prewriting phase. Sitting at my laptop for hours at a time is not my kind of fun so I’ll get up and get a snack, attend to my laundry, or clean my room after the 20 minutes is over. Then I will head back to my computer and begin the actual draft.
Again, after my brain is fried – usually about 20 minutes later – I will attend to cleaning my room or doing my laundry. Very stressful days are ones when I start to organize my closet and days where I have a few papers to write, my room appears spotless because I clean so much. I think these are reasons why my parents like me going to school. These moments give me time to think of new ideas for my paper and not feel like it's being forced out of me.
Eventually my paper is finished, my room is clean, most of my chores are done, and my room smells of pumpkin heaven. The nice thing about my writing process is the ability to get tasks done in a timely manner. Most of the time I don't have much to do once my paper is finished, and I can sit and physically relax. It's a process that has worked very well for me, and the time seems to go by much quickly.
I will normally sit at my laptop for about 20 minutes typing away and let all my thoughts swell over the keyboard. This is what I call my prewriting phase. Sitting at my laptop for hours at a time is not my kind of fun so I’ll get up and get a snack, attend to my laundry, or clean my room after the 20 minutes is over. Then I will head back to my computer and begin the actual draft.
Again, after my brain is fried – usually about 20 minutes later – I will attend to cleaning my room or doing my laundry. Very stressful days are ones when I start to organize my closet and days where I have a few papers to write, my room appears spotless because I clean so much. I think these are reasons why my parents like me going to school. These moments give me time to think of new ideas for my paper and not feel like it's being forced out of me.
Eventually my paper is finished, my room is clean, most of my chores are done, and my room smells of pumpkin heaven. The nice thing about my writing process is the ability to get tasks done in a timely manner. Most of the time I don't have much to do once my paper is finished, and I can sit and physically relax. It's a process that has worked very well for me, and the time seems to go by much quickly.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Fireproof
This friday there is a new movie coming out called "Fireproof", created by the makers of "Facing the Giants". This movie is about a husband and wife that are having marital problems and are fighting with the thoughts of divorice. They can't ever seen to along and both are tired of trying to make things work out. Kirk Cameron plays the main character/husband name Caleb Holt. He is a firefighter for his town and seems to save others, but can not save his own marriage. His dad challenges him to find a new concept each day to the way he treats his wife and hold off on the divorice for 40 days. The marriage is held together and continues to fight and be strong throughout the movie. There is one ingrediant that is the glue to the relationship. It open this friday night and is currently the movie with the most tickets bought on Fandango. So, if you want tickets, get them fast! The movie trailers are amazing. Check them out at Fireproof.
For more information about this movie click here.
I went and saw this movie Sunday night and it was amazing. I'm not a very emotional person, but periodically my eyes were watering. Now that I know from experience, this is a great movie that I would recommend you all going to watch.
For more information about this movie click here.
I went and saw this movie Sunday night and it was amazing. I'm not a very emotional person, but periodically my eyes were watering. Now that I know from experience, this is a great movie that I would recommend you all going to watch.
Audience Awareness
The intended audience in this particular picture are people who are overweight and need focus to succeed their goal. This picture is stating that drinking slim-fast is a quick remedy to lose weight and fit into clothes for a special event. We can identify the intended audience because of the cake in the background. Cakes have many calories and when you eat to much of it, or fall into it's trap, it can take over your body. The advertisment is showing that there is a way away from being overweight and that is drinking slim fast.
The intended audience for this picture is any girl who wants to feel sexy. It implies that wearing this particular perfume will draw guys to you. This advertisement is using this image to tell women that they will be looked at as beautiful by wearing this perfume. We all know that scent is a form of attraction and this is the perfume to help with that process.Monday, September 22, 2008
Candles
I love candles! The look, scent, feeling, and aroma that it gives off, satisfies all my doubts and fears. Even as I sit here typing this blog, I have a candle lit right beside me with the scent of, Mocha. It relaxes me and helps me focus on what I need to get done, or what I should get done. Just this weekend I purchase a candle that will be very hard for me to burn because it looks so cute. The scent is Banana Split and it really looks like a banana split. It has structures in this candle the resemble a banana, whipped cream, a cherry, chocolate. You name it, the details are there. When I brought it back to my friends house he grabbed a spoon from the drawer and almost started eating it until I stopped him. I began shouting "It's candle wax, NOT ice cream!". Everyone in the room was laughing. The art and creativity that can be put into making a candle is amazing. My dads friend is 
the one who made this particular candle and he makes many more with different scents and colors. Sooner or later I will be going back for more because they smell so delicious and look good enough to eat.
the one who made this particular candle and he makes many more with different scents and colors. Sooner or later I will be going back for more because they smell so delicious and look good enough to eat. >>>> Yum. And yes, that is a candle.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Description
Your entire life you have had one of these. No matter the social class that you are in, no one has ever gone without this object. This object is used by everyone in the world, but is made differently according to culture or location. It can be used at any time of day or night and can be placed whereever it will fit. It can be hard, soft, tall, or short. The condition of this object depends solely on the owner, whether it appears clean or dirty. It can be built with springs, wood, fabric, metal, grass, straw, cotton and most any other materials. Depending on the materials used to build this object, results in the color that it turns out to be. You can sit, lay, stand or even jump on it. Relaxation is a state of mind that we refer to when talking about this object. Any guesses????
Monday, September 15, 2008
ADD/ADHD and Driving
The laws of driving are becoming more and more extensive each and every day. A new topic arising on the news is the debate on, when one with ADD or ADHD should receive their license and the procedure to obtain it. “Teen drivers with ADD or ADHD are impulsive, highly distractible and clumsy, can't pay attention to the roadway and they get bored easily,” Russell Barkley, a psychiatry professor at the Medical University of South Carolina, stated. It's not just kids with ADD or ADHD but all kids can get distracted while driving, even adults. Teen drivers aren't the only ones getting into accidents these days, older people have ADD of ADHD also.
People are saying that kids with this disorder should wait at least another year, while in a driving learners program , until they get more experienced behind the wheel. Or require kids with this disorder take medication to deal w
ith the inability to focus on the road and not get distracted as easily. What do you think? Are all kids with ADD horrible drivers? Could the parents control the driving habits?
People are saying that kids with this disorder should wait at least another year, while in a driving learners program , until they get more experienced behind the wheel. Or require kids with this disorder take medication to deal w
ith the inability to focus on the road and not get distracted as easily. What do you think? Are all kids with ADD horrible drivers? Could the parents control the driving habits?Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Homeschool > Public
In the Fall of 2003, I was beginning a new adventure and a new chapter in my life. The thought of being a big, bad junior higher made me feel like I was on top of the world. As each day got closer to the first day of school, my world was getting smaller. The feeling of defeating all my goals suddenly changed to trying to conquer all my fears. The fear of have new teaching techniques, making the sports teams and being accepted by my peers, scared me out of my skin.
For seven years I was homeschooled, along with my 3 other siblings by my mother. It was nice being able to go to school in your pajamas, sit in a comfortable chair, and to have the undivided attention of your teacher. My home became my comfort zone and I was very content staying there.
Academically I was ahead because I could go at my own pace with no one rushing me to get on with the lesson when I was homeschooled. We spent our time on each lesson so that I could understand it to my full potential. If I was struggling with a lesson or problem, the flexibility was there that we could stop, and either one of my siblings would explain it to me or I would review the lesson again.
I was known by most of the kids at school, because I played recreational soccer and basketball for the Parks and Rec. in Bryan. This helped a lot because I already had a good group of friends that would help show me around. It was being accepted into the sports realm that made me fearful. Stepping in as a seventh grader to play sports wasn’t as easy as what I was expecting. Each kid already was already known by the coaches and they knew the players talent and work ethic. I had to prove too the coaches, and my other teammates, that I could compete at the same level as they were. Doing my best every day, I began to wear myself out. My focus on school dwindled and the motivation to do anything slowly faded. I wanted to be homeschooled again.
After a few weeks of the new journey into school, I was adjusting much better and had a few new fears. However here I am, a freshman in college at Northwest State Community College. I ended making it through 6 years of public school and loved every minute of it. It wasn’t the easiest road, but I had so many opportunities that I might not have gotten if I had been homeschooled all the way to graduation. Those 6 years made me fearful that I would miss out on something so it seemed like I was never home, which team I would play for, and the fear that I had the most was that I couldn’t make all my friends happy and hang out with all of them all the time.
For seven years I was homeschooled, along with my 3 other siblings by my mother. It was nice being able to go to school in your pajamas, sit in a comfortable chair, and to have the undivided attention of your teacher. My home became my comfort zone and I was very content staying there.
Academically I was ahead because I could go at my own pace with no one rushing me to get on with the lesson when I was homeschooled. We spent our time on each lesson so that I could understand it to my full potential. If I was struggling with a lesson or problem, the flexibility was there that we could stop, and either one of my siblings would explain it to me or I would review the lesson again.
I was known by most of the kids at school, because I played recreational soccer and basketball for the Parks and Rec. in Bryan. This helped a lot because I already had a good group of friends that would help show me around. It was being accepted into the sports realm that made me fearful. Stepping in as a seventh grader to play sports wasn’t as easy as what I was expecting. Each kid already was already known by the coaches and they knew the players talent and work ethic. I had to prove too the coaches, and my other teammates, that I could compete at the same level as they were. Doing my best every day, I began to wear myself out. My focus on school dwindled and the motivation to do anything slowly faded. I wanted to be homeschooled again.
After a few weeks of the new journey into school, I was adjusting much better and had a few new fears. However here I am, a freshman in college at Northwest State Community College. I ended making it through 6 years of public school and loved every minute of it. It wasn’t the easiest road, but I had so many opportunities that I might not have gotten if I had been homeschooled all the way to graduation. Those 6 years made me fearful that I would miss out on something so it seemed like I was never home, which team I would play for, and the fear that I had the most was that I couldn’t make all my friends happy and hang out with all of them all the time.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>At the American Idol Tour with my friend from High School. :)
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Laminin
There is always a date that in ones mind, they will never forget. August 29, 2008 was a night of pain, hurt, love, confusion, and understanding. It will be a date that will be held close to my heart for days, weeks, and years to come. On this Friday night, I thought that everything was falling apart. I could not see the road ahead of me, and all that it had or wanted to offer. My mind and heart was closed to anything that could potentially get close to it. Each night as I layed in bed, it got easier. How could that be explained? I was hurting, but somehow it was easier.
Tonight as my dad and I sat out on the porch, he mentioned to me that he wanted me to watch this video that a guy from work had given him. In the back of my head I was thinking of all the things I could be doing besides watching a video with my dad. I gave in and agreed to watch it, and I am so glad that I did. The video helped me understand and gave me hope, that no matter what I am going through, I always have the star breathing God holding me together, which is exactly what he was doing, even though I could not see that. I hope that you all watch the small clip that is on youtube.com. Type in Laminin in the search bar and look for Louie Giglio. It's amazing how amazing God is and what he can do through you and too you.
Laminin is my life saver. Just thinking about how God knit me together in my mother's womb in His innermost being is crazy. I am being held together with all His little Laminin buddies
. It's reminded me that even though I may lose people that I love, no one can compare to God's amazing and loving worth. He is truely the only one that can hold me together and knows everything about me. I don't know if I like Him knowing "everything" but I can't change that. And the more I think about that fact, I don't think I would want to. God is the only one that always knows what you are going through and completely understands. He has been ridiculed and let down more than any human could fathom.
And never forget that no matter what you are going through, God loves you and understands. We wish that he would just fix things that way we want, but we need to realize the things that we want may not be the best for us. That is never what we want to hear, but we can't control it, He does.
(the picture on the right is a picture of Laminin protein)
Tonight as my dad and I sat out on the porch, he mentioned to me that he wanted me to watch this video that a guy from work had given him. In the back of my head I was thinking of all the things I could be doing besides watching a video with my dad. I gave in and agreed to watch it, and I am so glad that I did. The video helped me understand and gave me hope, that no matter what I am going through, I always have the star breathing God holding me together, which is exactly what he was doing, even though I could not see that. I hope that you all watch the small clip that is on youtube.com. Type in Laminin in the search bar and look for Louie Giglio. It's amazing how amazing God is and what he can do through you and too you.
Laminin is my life saver. Just thinking about how God knit me together in my mother's womb in His innermost being is crazy. I am being held together with all His little Laminin buddies
. It's reminded me that even though I may lose people that I love, no one can compare to God's amazing and loving worth. He is truely the only one that can hold me together and knows everything about me. I don't know if I like Him knowing "everything" but I can't change that. And the more I think about that fact, I don't think I would want to. God is the only one that always knows what you are going through and completely understands. He has been ridiculed and let down more than any human could fathom.And never forget that no matter what you are going through, God loves you and understands. We wish that he would just fix things that way we want, but we need to realize the things that we want may not be the best for us. That is never what we want to hear, but we can't control it, He does.
(the picture on the right is a picture of Laminin protein)
Adventure
In the Fall of 2003, I was beginning a new adventure and a new chapter in my life. The thought of being a big bad junior higher made me feel like I was on top of the world. As each day got closer to the first day of school, my world was getting smaller. The feeling of defeating all my goals suddenly changed to trying to conquer all my fears. The fear of being away from home, making the sports teams and being accepted by my peers, scared me out of my skin.
For seven years I was homeschooled, along with my 3 other siblings, by my mother. It was nice being able to go to school in your pajamas, sit in a comfortable chair, and to have the undivided attention of your teacher. My home became my comfort zone and I felt very comfortable not leaving it. It was not an option if I wanted to play sports on a higher level, and that’s when the decision was made for me to attend a public school.
The support and understanding from my family and siblings, was not going to be there like it always had been. Academically I was ahead because I could go at my own pace with no one rushing me to get on with the lesson. We spent our time on each lesson so that I could understood it to my potential. If I was struggling with a lesson or problem, the flexibility was there that we could stop, and either one of my siblings would explain it to me or I would review the lesson again. I knew academically I would be fine, but the difference between home school and public school, is about 170 kids.
I was known by most of the kids at school, they at least knew of me, because I played recreational soccer and basketball for the Parks and Rec. in Bryan. This helped a lot because I already had a good group of friends that would help show me around. It was being accepted into the sports realm that made me fearful. Stepping in as a seventh grader to play sports wasn’t as easy as I what I was expecting. Each kid already had the “name” and the coaches knew their talent and work ethic. I had to prove too the coaches, and my other teammates, that I could compete at the same competition level as they were. Doing my best every day, I began to drain myself out. My focus on school dwindled and the motivation, to do anything, slowly faded. I wanted to be homeschooled again.
After 3 weeks of the new journey into school, I adjusted very well and soon had a few new fears, but here I am, a freshman in college at Northwest State Community College. I ended up making it through 6 years of public school and loved every minute of it. It wasn’t the easiest road, but I had so many opportunities that I might not have gotten if I had been homeschooled all the way to graduation. Those 6 years made me fearful that I would miss out on something so it seemed like I was never home, which team I would play for, and the fear that I had the most was that I couldn’t make all my friends happy and hang out with all of them all the time.
For seven years I was homeschooled, along with my 3 other siblings, by my mother. It was nice being able to go to school in your pajamas, sit in a comfortable chair, and to have the undivided attention of your teacher. My home became my comfort zone and I felt very comfortable not leaving it. It was not an option if I wanted to play sports on a higher level, and that’s when the decision was made for me to attend a public school.
The support and understanding from my family and siblings, was not going to be there like it always had been. Academically I was ahead because I could go at my own pace with no one rushing me to get on with the lesson. We spent our time on each lesson so that I could understood it to my potential. If I was struggling with a lesson or problem, the flexibility was there that we could stop, and either one of my siblings would explain it to me or I would review the lesson again. I knew academically I would be fine, but the difference between home school and public school, is about 170 kids.
I was known by most of the kids at school, they at least knew of me, because I played recreational soccer and basketball for the Parks and Rec. in Bryan. This helped a lot because I already had a good group of friends that would help show me around. It was being accepted into the sports realm that made me fearful. Stepping in as a seventh grader to play sports wasn’t as easy as I what I was expecting. Each kid already had the “name” and the coaches knew their talent and work ethic. I had to prove too the coaches, and my other teammates, that I could compete at the same competition level as they were. Doing my best every day, I began to drain myself out. My focus on school dwindled and the motivation, to do anything, slowly faded. I wanted to be homeschooled again.
After 3 weeks of the new journey into school, I adjusted very well and soon had a few new fears, but here I am, a freshman in college at Northwest State Community College. I ended up making it through 6 years of public school and loved every minute of it. It wasn’t the easiest road, but I had so many opportunities that I might not have gotten if I had been homeschooled all the way to graduation. Those 6 years made me fearful that I would miss out on something so it seemed like I was never home, which team I would play for, and the fear that I had the most was that I couldn’t make all my friends happy and hang out with all of them all the time.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Jail
The night before I was hanging out with my friends at a dance club. It was extremely hot in the dance club so I ordered some water and went on with the night. We were dancing and having fun when all of a sudden a mosh pit started. I couldn't move or budge my way off the dance floor. As I tried to finding a way to get out, getting from point A to point B wasn't going to be easy as I thought. My persistence to get out of there was strong, but it didn't seem to help my situation. The only thing that was making it better, was the refreshing taste of the soda, which for some reason, didn't taste so refreshing anymore.
After that night, I found myself in jail the next morning. I didn't know how I got there or even what had happened. My heart began to race, I panicked. As I sat in the cell, freaking out, I began looking through my pockets. Memories from the night before came back to me as I went from the front pockets to the back pockets. Four dollars, 2 mints, a pony tail, soda bottle cap, and a random guys number was what I found.
The four dollars quickly became familiar to me. Admission to the dance was five dollars an
d the soda was one dollar. Remembering that I had only brought ten dollars with me, that was the difference of what I had bought during that night. Before going to the dance club, my friends and I went to pizza hut and grabbed some mints before we left, which is where and how I got the mints. I went over and thought about the pony tail. I was sure that my hair was up during the dance because it was so hot, but I remembered that I had brought an extra one just in case the other one broke. I had a hard time remembering why I had put my soda cap in my pocket, but it occurred to me that it got very annoying putting it on and off the entire night so I just stuck it in there.
A random guys numbers was the mystery of my pocket discovery, but I was familiar with the name, Gary. He was guy that was dancing beside me all night acting crazy and shouting. Thinking more and more about him, I remembered him taking my soda, saying something, and then handing it back to me. Naive as I was, I didn't think anything about it.
Still sitting in jail, moments of the night were coming clear. What I remembered was acting crazy and wild. No one was able to control me, so the authorities were brought out. I was taken to jail to sober up they said, and it came clear to me, that someone had spiked my soda. Ending up in jail or getting drunk was not my intentions, so I learned to always keep my caps on my bottles.
After that night, I found myself in jail the next morning. I didn't know how I got there or even what had happened. My heart began to race, I panicked. As I sat in the cell, freaking out, I began looking through my pockets. Memories from the night before came back to me as I went from the front pockets to the back pockets. Four dollars, 2 mints, a pony tail, soda bottle cap, and a random guys number was what I found.
The four dollars quickly became familiar to me. Admission to the dance was five dollars an
d the soda was one dollar. Remembering that I had only brought ten dollars with me, that was the difference of what I had bought during that night. Before going to the dance club, my friends and I went to pizza hut and grabbed some mints before we left, which is where and how I got the mints. I went over and thought about the pony tail. I was sure that my hair was up during the dance because it was so hot, but I remembered that I had brought an extra one just in case the other one broke. I had a hard time remembering why I had put my soda cap in my pocket, but it occurred to me that it got very annoying putting it on and off the entire night so I just stuck it in there.A random guys numbers was the mystery of my pocket discovery, but I was familiar with the name, Gary. He was guy that was dancing beside me all night acting crazy and shouting. Thinking more and more about him, I remembered him taking my soda, saying something, and then handing it back to me. Naive as I was, I didn't think anything about it.
Still sitting in jail, moments of the night were coming clear. What I remembered was acting crazy and wild. No one was able to control me, so the authorities were brought out. I was taken to jail to sober up they said, and it came clear to me, that someone had spiked my soda. Ending up in jail or getting drunk was not my intentions, so I learned to always keep my caps on my bottles.
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