When I first read the assignment that we were suppose to blog EVERYDAY for 25 days, I freaked out a little. It seamed an easy enough task, just tedious. As I started blogging I discovered I was right about the second part, but wrong about it being easy. The first few blogs were fairly simple, but as I started running out of ideas, getting pounded with extra hours of work, moving and running low in "creative juice", it got harder to reach the 300 word requirement and not make this blog a journal. To be honest, I have not always enjoyed having to blog everyday, and some days I did not blog, although I did try. I think blogging can be fun at times and tedious at others. I have a hard time deciding what to blog on. Should I write a story, pick a random word or phrase, or write about an experience I had that day? I would usually pick story first, but then I would get writers block, so I would try to think of a word to write about, but nothing would come to mind so I would ask my husband to give me a word, but not like his word. Some days it would take me a whole hour to write what should only take 15 minutes. Towards the end of my blogging, I would mostly write about the essay I had coming up. I feel like I can be a creative person, but if I was creative, wouldn’t blogging be easy? I guess what Ann Lamontt said in “Bird by Bird” would prove otherwise; writing is not always easy. Freewriteing was helpful in warming up; much like athletes will warm up before a game. Usually once I got started it would be easier and I would start to enjoy it more because I did not have to worry if my writing was making sense or if my grammar was correct or not. I have a lot of stories I want to tell but how can I do that if I never start writing? I have found blogging a very helpful to exercise. It has let me know that as long as I can just start writing, I can write.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Last Nights Adventure
Cuts, blood and the like. I am finding out it is a good thing I am not going to be a doctor. My husband come home from basketball last night with his lower eyelid cut!. A guys finger had poked his eye and the fingernail gave him the cut. I still cringe just thinking about it. I drove him 15 minutes to a Cox care center, but they had closed 10 minutes before we got there (go figure), then I wanted to take him to the hospital but he would not let me! I finally convinced him to at least go to walmart to get something to clean his eye out with. Wouldn't you know it, there is nothing at walmart that is meant to deal with a cut near/on your eye, so he grabs a cleaner that is meant for disinfecting contact lenses. On the way out I take another look at his eye and see that his EYEBALL is cut! This is when I start panicking (wouldn't you?). "I know" is all he said. I was about ready to kidnap my own husband and take him to the hospital (an hour away). He kept saying he was fine and that his body was telling him he was okay. He is so stubborn at times. When we got back to his parents place (we are living with them until we move in a week) and his mom was really worried too, but his dad was so relaxed about it. What is it with men and thinking they are invincible? This morning he still did not go to a doctor. One of his majors was Sports Management, and he said that in the classes there he learned how to deal with this kind of injury. I'm still worried. It's about all I can think about. Oh, it hurts to think about what it would feel like if that happened to me!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Some thought on Blogging
Blogging. When I first heard about blogs, I thought, "I am never going to have a blog. What a waste of my time and others if they read my blog. I don't have anything interesting to write about."
But after I was married one of my sisters convinced me to make a blog. It took a long time for me to figure out how to get it all set up, and I still do not know how to do a lot of the "cool" things on it. Since I made this school blog I hardly ever update my other blog (not that I updated it much anyway). My sister will even post comments complaining about me not updating my blog. Her blog is amazing. Full of pictures and stories, even music! I tried the music thing, still cannot figure that one out! Huh, I just noticed I have a little chocolate on my keyboard...random.
Anyway, with this blog, I have a lot more post, some are complete nonsense and some sorta make sense. I have come to really enjoy Freewrite, especially when it turns into a story! I also have had a hard time trying to come up with things to write about everyday. It is a lot harder than one might think. There were days when I would write a line or two, but then have nothing more to say (I am a woman of few words usually). Like right now....really nothing is coming to mind to write about. I think writers block is more like writers space-out at times. Maybe your thoughts get so high they go right through the ozone layers into space and you have to build a special spacecraft to go find them. You have to be a Space Word Seeker in order to find what it is that you were trying to write down when you lost it to space. Space is an interesting word. SPACE. Space bar, outer space, space in your head...I think I've gone on long enough about space. I am not a space geek by the way. It's just a random thought that popped into my head. My mother-in-law thinks I am tired. I just read to her my space ramblings. Oh dear. I think I shall stop and hit the hay.
But after I was married one of my sisters convinced me to make a blog. It took a long time for me to figure out how to get it all set up, and I still do not know how to do a lot of the "cool" things on it. Since I made this school blog I hardly ever update my other blog (not that I updated it much anyway). My sister will even post comments complaining about me not updating my blog. Her blog is amazing. Full of pictures and stories, even music! I tried the music thing, still cannot figure that one out! Huh, I just noticed I have a little chocolate on my keyboard...random.
Anyway, with this blog, I have a lot more post, some are complete nonsense and some sorta make sense. I have come to really enjoy Freewrite, especially when it turns into a story! I also have had a hard time trying to come up with things to write about everyday. It is a lot harder than one might think. There were days when I would write a line or two, but then have nothing more to say (I am a woman of few words usually). Like right now....really nothing is coming to mind to write about. I think writers block is more like writers space-out at times. Maybe your thoughts get so high they go right through the ozone layers into space and you have to build a special spacecraft to go find them. You have to be a Space Word Seeker in order to find what it is that you were trying to write down when you lost it to space. Space is an interesting word. SPACE. Space bar, outer space, space in your head...I think I've gone on long enough about space. I am not a space geek by the way. It's just a random thought that popped into my head. My mother-in-law thinks I am tired. I just read to her my space ramblings. Oh dear. I think I shall stop and hit the hay.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
No Title has been Chosen...
I just deleted a whole blog I had written because it was just me complaining and my husband and I did not think it was appropriate. So now I will write a new blog.
Topic: Random thoughts as they flow through my tired brain.
I am sitting on the couch next to my husband as he plays his video game with his brothers. His brothers are not here, they are talking over a head set connected by the internet. I usually do not mind him playing because they only time he plays is when his brothers are on, it gives them a chance to unwind and stay connected. At times though it does drive me a little nuts, like when I am trying to talk to him and he is talking to his brothers so he is not totally focused on me, but I guess I just need to learn how to share him. It's about time, we have almost been married a year. I know it's not a long time and it really doesn't feel like a long time at all, but that is what makes it so hard to believe it has almost been a year. A year ago today...what was I doing????......I am not sure exactly what I was doing to the day, but around the same time I was getting ready for finals, planning a wedding, working full time, trying to still spend time with my husband-to-be, and keep from going insane. I was so scared to get married but I knew it was the right thing. Even during the wedding ceremony I was still kinda questioning what I was doing. It wasn't until a few days AFTER we were married that I decided I had made a good choice. Haha! Has anyone else ever felt that way? Maybe it was due to us only dating for two months before getting engaged and only being engaged for six WEEKS before getting married. We only knew each other for just over three months before we got married. So Crazy.
Topic: Random thoughts as they flow through my tired brain.
I am sitting on the couch next to my husband as he plays his video game with his brothers. His brothers are not here, they are talking over a head set connected by the internet. I usually do not mind him playing because they only time he plays is when his brothers are on, it gives them a chance to unwind and stay connected. At times though it does drive me a little nuts, like when I am trying to talk to him and he is talking to his brothers so he is not totally focused on me, but I guess I just need to learn how to share him. It's about time, we have almost been married a year. I know it's not a long time and it really doesn't feel like a long time at all, but that is what makes it so hard to believe it has almost been a year. A year ago today...what was I doing????......I am not sure exactly what I was doing to the day, but around the same time I was getting ready for finals, planning a wedding, working full time, trying to still spend time with my husband-to-be, and keep from going insane. I was so scared to get married but I knew it was the right thing. Even during the wedding ceremony I was still kinda questioning what I was doing. It wasn't until a few days AFTER we were married that I decided I had made a good choice. Haha! Has anyone else ever felt that way? Maybe it was due to us only dating for two months before getting engaged and only being engaged for six WEEKS before getting married. We only knew each other for just over three months before we got married. So Crazy.
Monday, July 18, 2011
More on London
The Tower of London was once used mainly as a prison. William Wallace from Scotland was kept there and later executed on the grounds at Tower Hill. Wallace was not the only one to be executed within the walls of the Tower of London. Henry VI, Edward V and Richard Plantaganet were some others from history. It wasn't until the nineteenth century that architects started studying the design of the Tower and came to consider it a historical site/building (http://www.essortment.com/tower-london-history-21046.html).
In 1876, the City of London Corporation in charge of the east end of the Thames River decided that the growing city needed a bridge to be built in that part as soon as possible. Years before, the London Bridge was the only way across the river. As the city grew they built more bridges to the west of the London Bridge, but not to the east because that part was used as a port. With it taking hours to get from the north side to the south, and vice versa, they finally started working on different ideas/designs for a bridge that would still allow ship activity. In October 1884, after 50 different designs had been submitted throughout the years, the Tower Bridge design was accepted. "It took 8 years, 5 major contractors and the relentless labor of 432 construction workers to build Tower Bridge" (http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/TBE/EN/BridgeHistory/). It is called the "Tower Bridge" because of the two towers, one either side.
In 1876, the City of London Corporation in charge of the east end of the Thames River decided that the growing city needed a bridge to be built in that part as soon as possible. Years before, the London Bridge was the only way across the river. As the city grew they built more bridges to the west of the London Bridge, but not to the east because that part was used as a port. With it taking hours to get from the north side to the south, and vice versa, they finally started working on different ideas/designs for a bridge that would still allow ship activity. In October 1884, after 50 different designs had been submitted throughout the years, the Tower Bridge design was accepted. "It took 8 years, 5 major contractors and the relentless labor of 432 construction workers to build Tower Bridge" (http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/TBE/EN/BridgeHistory/). It is called the "Tower Bridge" because of the two towers, one either side.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Expansion of London Freewrite
Walking to the Tower Bridge and the White Tower. I can smell food coming from the restaurants and the fog that is still lingering in the morning air. I hear thousand of footsteps on the sidewalks, cars and buses as the speed by carrying their passengers to and fro, and I can hear many different languages being spoken all at once. I see people of all ethnicity's in shirts that say "I <3 London" walking by with their umbrellas in hand, I see monuments with my own eyes that just two days before I had only seen in pictures, I see rivers, bridges, light posts, traditional phone booths, bicycles for rent, and old buildings mixed in with new buildings. I feel the weight of the morning fog as it falls on my uncovered face, I feel the warmth of my coat against the February chill, I feel my heartbeat quicken as I try to keep up with my husband's pace, I feel the ground beneath the soles of my sneakers, the air created by people passing by on their way to various destinations, and the excitement of visiting a new place. We walk quickly through the streets of London. We are on our way to visit our last destination before we go back to the States the next morning. We are on our way to the Tower Bridge and the White Tower.
As I stand on a "deck" overlooking the Thames River I can see the White Tower and the Tower Bridge in front and off to the right of me. On the left is the new, egg shaped building, 30 St. Mary Axe, but fondly known as the Gherkin. Stone and metal structures made into interesting angles are all around, making a semi-circle around the historic buildings. I catch my breath from walking quickly behind my husband for the last hour or so and I can smell the early afternoon air full of the promise of rain. I have to be careful as I work my way closer to the edge of the "deck" because there are shoots water that come through the stonework on the ground. Walking across the Tower Bridge I can see the amazing architecture of the two castle like towers and the blue cables holding the bridge up. Once across we are by the White Tower, which looks more like a castle than a tower. The Tower of London is inside the White Tower/castle. I think it was a fortress around the Tower of London to keep enemies out and prisoners in. Not something I expected. We climb our way up to a higher location and look back. The scene is no less striking. We stand on the older part of the city looking across the river to the newer, business-like part of the city. Old before the new, new before the old. By this time we have been walking for hours and are hungry, tired, and need to use the "lavatory". The city of London is full of places where "old meets new" but non as spectacular as when the Tower Bridge, White Tower, and new meet in an artistic masterpiece.
As I stand on a "deck" overlooking the Thames River I can see the White Tower and the Tower Bridge in front and off to the right of me. On the left is the new, egg shaped building, 30 St. Mary Axe, but fondly known as the Gherkin. Stone and metal structures made into interesting angles are all around, making a semi-circle around the historic buildings. I catch my breath from walking quickly behind my husband for the last hour or so and I can smell the early afternoon air full of the promise of rain. I have to be careful as I work my way closer to the edge of the "deck" because there are shoots water that come through the stonework on the ground. Walking across the Tower Bridge I can see the amazing architecture of the two castle like towers and the blue cables holding the bridge up. Once across we are by the White Tower, which looks more like a castle than a tower. The Tower of London is inside the White Tower/castle. I think it was a fortress around the Tower of London to keep enemies out and prisoners in. Not something I expected. We climb our way up to a higher location and look back. The scene is no less striking. We stand on the older part of the city looking across the river to the newer, business-like part of the city. Old before the new, new before the old. By this time we have been walking for hours and are hungry, tired, and need to use the "lavatory". The city of London is full of places where "old meets new" but non as spectacular as when the Tower Bridge, White Tower, and new meet in an artistic masterpiece.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
What I deserve
Creative Writing Prompt #219 - "I deserve a _________"
I deserve a raise in my job because; I show up on time and when I am going to be a few minutes late I always call and let them know, I provide great service to our customers, I go above and beyond what is expected of me, and I come to work on a 30 minute notice for 9 hours instead of 6, among other things.
I deserve a better job because; I actually do my job, I apply myself and do my best, If I don't know how to do something I ask and then I usually don't have to ask again, and I am going to school to gain a higher education.
I deserve some kind of credit for my work because; I put time and effort into it, I complete my tasks on time, and I do them according to how my supervisor specifies.
I deserve a raise in my job because; I show up on time and when I am going to be a few minutes late I always call and let them know, I provide great service to our customers, I go above and beyond what is expected of me, and I come to work on a 30 minute notice for 9 hours instead of 6, among other things.
I deserve a better job because; I actually do my job, I apply myself and do my best, If I don't know how to do something I ask and then I usually don't have to ask again, and I am going to school to gain a higher education.
I deserve some kind of credit for my work because; I put time and effort into it, I complete my tasks on time, and I do them according to how my supervisor specifies.
Friday, July 15, 2011
I believe in God
I believe in blessing.
I believe in blessings from the Lord.
I believe in blessing from the Lord our God.
I believe God loves us.
I believe God loves and cares about us.
I believe God has a plan for us.
I believe God sees from the beginning to the end.
I believe in God.
Throughout my life, and in particular the last few years, I have seen and felt the help of God Almighty. He has helped make sure I was in the right place at the right time doing the right thing. At times I lost my way and found myself in trouble, but when I tried to turn around and come back, He was right there, helping me along. He sent people to encourage me and show me the way to go. Then one day he gave me the greatest blessing so far; my husband. I know the Lord's hand was in our meeting, our short dating period and even shorter engagement. In the last few months His hand has been showing up often. After many months of prayer, pleading, and endless hours of work, my husband and I have been blessed with what we desired; a job in the profession of my husband's choice!
With moving out of state I was going to have to leave my job. We were unsure if we had made the right choice in moving (by this time we had already moved out of our apartment and into his parents house). We decided to keep moving forward because God had helped us get this far, He would help us the rest of the way, we just needed to keep the faith.
Today my husband went out of town to find us a new apartment while I was working. We had decided to go with the old, out-of-date, tiny apartment because we only had his income to depend on. As he was down there looking, my God-sent manager got on the phone and in five minutes had me a job down there. Talk about blessings from heaven! A few minutes late my husband called telling me what he was finding with the apartments. When I told him I had a job you could tell the relief he felt by his tone of voice. What a blessing!
Now we are able to afford a newer, more up-to-date apartment. Thank you Lord!
All of those months of praying, pleading, weeping, begging, and endless hours of hard work have paid off. The Lord truly knows our desires and loves us. He wants us to be happy but just like any loving parent, he will not "pick us up" when we are learning how to "walk". We need to be stretched and challenged in order to grow. Thank you Lord for loving me enough to put me through these trials.
I believe in blessings from the Lord.
I believe in blessing from the Lord our God.
I believe God loves us.
I believe God loves and cares about us.
I believe God has a plan for us.
I believe God sees from the beginning to the end.
I believe in God.
Throughout my life, and in particular the last few years, I have seen and felt the help of God Almighty. He has helped make sure I was in the right place at the right time doing the right thing. At times I lost my way and found myself in trouble, but when I tried to turn around and come back, He was right there, helping me along. He sent people to encourage me and show me the way to go. Then one day he gave me the greatest blessing so far; my husband. I know the Lord's hand was in our meeting, our short dating period and even shorter engagement. In the last few months His hand has been showing up often. After many months of prayer, pleading, and endless hours of work, my husband and I have been blessed with what we desired; a job in the profession of my husband's choice!
With moving out of state I was going to have to leave my job. We were unsure if we had made the right choice in moving (by this time we had already moved out of our apartment and into his parents house). We decided to keep moving forward because God had helped us get this far, He would help us the rest of the way, we just needed to keep the faith.
Today my husband went out of town to find us a new apartment while I was working. We had decided to go with the old, out-of-date, tiny apartment because we only had his income to depend on. As he was down there looking, my God-sent manager got on the phone and in five minutes had me a job down there. Talk about blessings from heaven! A few minutes late my husband called telling me what he was finding with the apartments. When I told him I had a job you could tell the relief he felt by his tone of voice. What a blessing!
Now we are able to afford a newer, more up-to-date apartment. Thank you Lord!
All of those months of praying, pleading, weeping, begging, and endless hours of hard work have paid off. The Lord truly knows our desires and loves us. He wants us to be happy but just like any loving parent, he will not "pick us up" when we are learning how to "walk". We need to be stretched and challenged in order to grow. Thank you Lord for loving me enough to put me through these trials.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Moving again
Moving. When I think of moving I think of all the boxes and boxes people spend endless hours of packing. I think of all the houses I remember growing up in, the trips across the country, meeting new people, and then finally feeling like I fit in, only to start all over again with those darn boxes. When you are packing your house/apartment up it is easy to get stuck reminiscing over things that other people would just throw away. Pieces of paper with scribbles on that you drew or maybe a niece or nephew, a pretty rock you found on the beach when you were on a family vacation as a child, or a torn book your mother use to read to you before you knew how to read.
Then there are the cobwebs and bugs you might find in the back of the closet that make you so glad you are moving. I didn't find any in this last move thankfully, but I have before and it is not a fun experience! I hate spiders. My childhood friend reminds me of a time when I was in her kitchen and there was a spider on the floor. She said I freaked out and started screaming my head off. Of course I do not remember this, so I tell her she is making it up.
Back to moving. I can get sidetracked a lot, but I guess this is what free writing is suppose to be? Let my fingers just write and maybe my brain will catch up. Or is it the other way around? Let my brain think and my fingers catch up. Either way, you get the point.
I never knew how expensive it is to move. The down payment, the cost of the moving truck, the month of no work and the two months of no paycheck, and probably a lot more expenses. When I was younger I didn't understand what was so expensive about moving, but now I do. I wonder what it will be like in our new place? Will there be cobwebs to find in the back of the closet? Will someone have left behind a "treasure" to them but garbage to us? Will I be able to make new friends? Will I be able to get a new job? Only time will tell.
Then there are the cobwebs and bugs you might find in the back of the closet that make you so glad you are moving. I didn't find any in this last move thankfully, but I have before and it is not a fun experience! I hate spiders. My childhood friend reminds me of a time when I was in her kitchen and there was a spider on the floor. She said I freaked out and started screaming my head off. Of course I do not remember this, so I tell her she is making it up.
Back to moving. I can get sidetracked a lot, but I guess this is what free writing is suppose to be? Let my fingers just write and maybe my brain will catch up. Or is it the other way around? Let my brain think and my fingers catch up. Either way, you get the point.
I never knew how expensive it is to move. The down payment, the cost of the moving truck, the month of no work and the two months of no paycheck, and probably a lot more expenses. When I was younger I didn't understand what was so expensive about moving, but now I do. I wonder what it will be like in our new place? Will there be cobwebs to find in the back of the closet? Will someone have left behind a "treasure" to them but garbage to us? Will I be able to make new friends? Will I be able to get a new job? Only time will tell.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Freewrite on London
9:20 am
As I stand on a "deck" overlooking the river/canal I can see the White Tower and the Tower Bridge in front and off to the right of me. Off to the left is the new egg shaped building called the Gherkin. Behind me there are newer buildings made with shiny stone and metal full of interesting angles. As I catch my breath from walking quickly behind my husband for the last hour or so, I can smell the afternoon air full of the promise of rain. I have to be careful where I step because there are water fountains that come through the stonework on the ground. Walking across the Tower Bridge I could see the amazing architecture of the castle like towers and the blue cables holding the bridge up. Once across we are by the White Tower, which looks more like a castle than a tower. The Tower of London is inside the White Tower. Not something I expected. We climbed up to a higher location and looked back. The scene is no less striking. We stand on the older part of the city look across the water to the newer, business part of the city. Old before the new. By this time we have been walking for hours and are hungry, tired, and need to use the "lavatory". The city of London is full of places where "old meets new" but non as spectacular as when the Tower Bridge, White Tower, and new meet in an artistic masterpiece.
9:31 am
As I stand on a "deck" overlooking the river/canal I can see the White Tower and the Tower Bridge in front and off to the right of me. Off to the left is the new egg shaped building called the Gherkin. Behind me there are newer buildings made with shiny stone and metal full of interesting angles. As I catch my breath from walking quickly behind my husband for the last hour or so, I can smell the afternoon air full of the promise of rain. I have to be careful where I step because there are water fountains that come through the stonework on the ground. Walking across the Tower Bridge I could see the amazing architecture of the castle like towers and the blue cables holding the bridge up. Once across we are by the White Tower, which looks more like a castle than a tower. The Tower of London is inside the White Tower. Not something I expected. We climbed up to a higher location and looked back. The scene is no less striking. We stand on the older part of the city look across the water to the newer, business part of the city. Old before the new. By this time we have been walking for hours and are hungry, tired, and need to use the "lavatory". The city of London is full of places where "old meets new" but non as spectacular as when the Tower Bridge, White Tower, and new meet in an artistic masterpiece.
9:31 am
Monday, July 11, 2011
London
Imagine a place you would rather be right now. A place you remember, or a place you
want to visit. Close your eyes and put yourself in this place. When you think you have a
good image, complete the following free-writes. You should write for three minutes
each free-write.
• What do you smell in this place – write about everything you can, or could,
possibly smell.
The smell of the damp air caused by the water near by, a couple of fountains scattered around, and the month of February.
• What can you hear in this place – write about everything you can, or could,
possible hear in this place.
The sound of the fountains, people talking in all different languages, footsteps on the stone pathway, doors that are opening and closing, and the sound of boats in the canal.
• What do you see in this place?
I see new, modern building including the Gherkin egg shaped building. Across the canal I see an old castle known as The White Tower. I see a bridge with blue railings that cars drive and pedestrians walk across to get to and from the new and old parts of the city, and my frozen breath.
• What do you feel in this place – textures, anything to do with the sense of touch.
I feel the stones beneath my feet, the splash of the water as the fountains spray up through the stones, and the gentle breeze on my face.
• Now write a story of this place.
As my husband and I walk through the city of London we see all kinds of famous, beautiful places full of history, but our favorite place was the Tower Bridge area. You walk through a maze of new buildings. They are a work of art. Curved stone, ridged metal, glass windows, stone pathways that look almost like slate wood flooring with a miniature canal running through it. After you find your way through the new buildings you come to a landing with fountains coming through the stone/slate/wood ground, railing that over looks the river/canal, a view of the Tower Bridge, the White Castle/Tower, and the Gherkin building.
The reason this was our favorite place in London is because this is a place where new meets old here. This is a place where history takes place and this is a place where memories were, and are, and will be, made. You see the graceful new architecture with the ancient history in the back, or vice-versa depending on what side you are standing on.
want to visit. Close your eyes and put yourself in this place. When you think you have a
good image, complete the following free-writes. You should write for three minutes
each free-write.
• What do you smell in this place – write about everything you can, or could,
possibly smell.
The smell of the damp air caused by the water near by, a couple of fountains scattered around, and the month of February.
• What can you hear in this place – write about everything you can, or could,
possible hear in this place.
The sound of the fountains, people talking in all different languages, footsteps on the stone pathway, doors that are opening and closing, and the sound of boats in the canal.
• What do you see in this place?
I see new, modern building including the Gherkin egg shaped building. Across the canal I see an old castle known as The White Tower. I see a bridge with blue railings that cars drive and pedestrians walk across to get to and from the new and old parts of the city, and my frozen breath.
• What do you feel in this place – textures, anything to do with the sense of touch.
I feel the stones beneath my feet, the splash of the water as the fountains spray up through the stones, and the gentle breeze on my face.
• Now write a story of this place.
As my husband and I walk through the city of London we see all kinds of famous, beautiful places full of history, but our favorite place was the Tower Bridge area. You walk through a maze of new buildings. They are a work of art. Curved stone, ridged metal, glass windows, stone pathways that look almost like slate wood flooring with a miniature canal running through it. After you find your way through the new buildings you come to a landing with fountains coming through the stone/slate/wood ground, railing that over looks the river/canal, a view of the Tower Bridge, the White Castle/Tower, and the Gherkin building.
The reason this was our favorite place in London is because this is a place where new meets old here. This is a place where history takes place and this is a place where memories were, and are, and will be, made. You see the graceful new architecture with the ancient history in the back, or vice-versa depending on what side you are standing on.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Sunrise and Munchkins
Sunrise and Munchkin.
At first when I think of these two very different words I think of morning and doughnuts. Sunrises are beautiful, full of color and sound.When I am up early enough to see a sunrise it takes my breath away. The mist rising from the ground, sunlight streaming through the clouds, and in the crisp morning air the birds melodious song.
Munchkins. They are yummy. I like the coconut ones. Munchkins are like doughnuts, but just the middle part. You know how doughnuts traditionally are a ring with a hole in the middle? Munchkins are the missing piece. What a great invention! If you do not want a whole doughnut, eat a munchkin! Also known as a "doughnut hole".
Wow I really want doughnuts now.
At first when I think of these two very different words I think of morning and doughnuts. Sunrises are beautiful, full of color and sound.When I am up early enough to see a sunrise it takes my breath away. The mist rising from the ground, sunlight streaming through the clouds, and in the crisp morning air the birds melodious song.
Munchkins. They are yummy. I like the coconut ones. Munchkins are like doughnuts, but just the middle part. You know how doughnuts traditionally are a ring with a hole in the middle? Munchkins are the missing piece. What a great invention! If you do not want a whole doughnut, eat a munchkin! Also known as a "doughnut hole".
Friday, July 8, 2011
Procrastination
Creative writing prompt #108 - List 10 things you do whenever you procrastinate.
1. Stare off into space
2. Get a drink and sip it slowly
3. Check Facebook
4. Check email even though I hate checking it because of all the junk mail I have
5. Go see what my husband is doing and rub his shoulders (great way to stop him from telling me to get back to schoolwork ;)
6. Go to the bathroom because I drank so much
7. Find another school assignment that needs to get done although it is more of a LOC than a HOC
8. Go back to the kitchen and find something to snack on
9. Go to the bathroom and check my hair
10.Pretend I am in my room working when I'm really taking a nap
I realize that I procrastinate a lot so I am working on doing what needs to be done first and then I can "play". It's a work in progress. At least I got this list done, I've seen shirts where they only get to putting the number "1" down. My mother-in-law has one now that I think of it...
1. Stare off into space
2. Get a drink and sip it slowly
3. Check Facebook
4. Check email even though I hate checking it because of all the junk mail I have
5. Go see what my husband is doing and rub his shoulders (great way to stop him from telling me to get back to schoolwork ;)
6. Go to the bathroom because I drank so much
7. Find another school assignment that needs to get done although it is more of a LOC than a HOC
8. Go back to the kitchen and find something to snack on
9. Go to the bathroom and check my hair
10.Pretend I am in my room working when I'm really taking a nap
I realize that I procrastinate a lot so I am working on doing what needs to be done first and then I can "play". It's a work in progress. At least I got this list done, I've seen shirts where they only get to putting the number "1" down. My mother-in-law has one now that I think of it...
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Stress stress go away - come again another day?
With mid-terms here and finals just around the corner, I'd like to take this time to write about stress.
"Unfortunately, the very same stresses that often define the college experience can make you physically ill – stress is associated with a lowered immune system, meaning a higher chance of getting sick. Stress can also interrupt your sleep, destroy your skin, and even contribute to weight gain."
(http://www.collegefashion.net/college-life/3-simple-ways-to-deal-with-stress-in-college/)
On the above site she gives three ways to help with the stress us college students so often feel.
1. "Get moving". Exercise is a great way to get your blood flowing and keep your mind active. I know I function better when I go to the gym regularly.
2. "Get together". We are naturally social beings. We need to take a break every now and then to just "zone" and allow our brains to form memories of what we just studied (like is says in my psych text book). It is better to study for 45-60 minutes and then take a short break where you get up and move and interact with others than studying for three hours at a time.
3. "Eat healthy". When we have a lot of homework we sometime forget to eat right resulting in lower energy levels. In college our minds are challenged and we need our bodies to be in top condition to deal with the stress.
I know for myself when I am stressing out I do not sleep very well at all. It often takes what feels like HOURS to fall into a not-so-restful asleep. Also I've noticed this last month I have been eating HORRIBLY and I have not been going to the gym like I use to with my husband. I would go but I would mostly just walk slowly on the treadmill or ride the bike while reading my psychology text book. Not very physically stimulating if you ask me.
So it is now the beginning of a new month, I live with my in-laws while in between apartments so I do not have to think so much about food (my sweet mother-in-law is taking classes this semester too but she finds time to cook!), and I have decided that I need to take better care of myself. I am going to the gym tomorrow morning with my husband and I am going to push myself physically to get my blood moving. I am going to eat better to keep my energy levels up and I am going to find time to spend with my husband that does not consist of me typing or reading while he watched TV or plays video games.
Another important factor in keeping stress levels lower, I think, is getting proper sleep. In my psych class we are learning how much sleep is needed to function properly without any side effects. The average adult needs 7-8 hours of sleep. The best sleep is attained BEFORE midnight. They say every hour after midnight is two hours lost.
"Unfortunately, the very same stresses that often define the college experience can make you physically ill – stress is associated with a lowered immune system, meaning a higher chance of getting sick. Stress can also interrupt your sleep, destroy your skin, and even contribute to weight gain."
(http://www.collegefashion.net/college-life/3-simple-ways-to-deal-with-stress-in-college/)
On the above site she gives three ways to help with the stress us college students so often feel.
1. "Get moving". Exercise is a great way to get your blood flowing and keep your mind active. I know I function better when I go to the gym regularly.
2. "Get together". We are naturally social beings. We need to take a break every now and then to just "zone" and allow our brains to form memories of what we just studied (like is says in my psych text book). It is better to study for 45-60 minutes and then take a short break where you get up and move and interact with others than studying for three hours at a time.
3. "Eat healthy". When we have a lot of homework we sometime forget to eat right resulting in lower energy levels. In college our minds are challenged and we need our bodies to be in top condition to deal with the stress.
I know for myself when I am stressing out I do not sleep very well at all. It often takes what feels like HOURS to fall into a not-so-restful asleep. Also I've noticed this last month I have been eating HORRIBLY and I have not been going to the gym like I use to with my husband. I would go but I would mostly just walk slowly on the treadmill or ride the bike while reading my psychology text book. Not very physically stimulating if you ask me.
So it is now the beginning of a new month, I live with my in-laws while in between apartments so I do not have to think so much about food (my sweet mother-in-law is taking classes this semester too but she finds time to cook!), and I have decided that I need to take better care of myself. I am going to the gym tomorrow morning with my husband and I am going to push myself physically to get my blood moving. I am going to eat better to keep my energy levels up and I am going to find time to spend with my husband that does not consist of me typing or reading while he watched TV or plays video games.
Another important factor in keeping stress levels lower, I think, is getting proper sleep. In my psych class we are learning how much sleep is needed to function properly without any side effects. The average adult needs 7-8 hours of sleep. The best sleep is attained BEFORE midnight. They say every hour after midnight is two hours lost.
Rex's Adventure
Rex was a termite who lived with his parents, the king and queen of the colony and about 1,000 brothers and sisters. A small but close family. Rex loved to explore and learn new things but his mother was always telling him to stay home with the eggs and nymphs (baby termites). He hated being the babysitter but as one of the termite workers it was his duty.
One day Rex got one of his sisters to watch the eggs and nymphs for him so he could go exploring. Shortly after leaving the termite hole and sneaking past the guards he was walking through a forest of grass. He took a deep breath, "Ah, freedom" he said as he exhaled. He wanted to see what the world looked like from higher up so he hurriedly climbed the nearest blade of grass. It was windy up there. Rex had only heard about wind from his brothers and sisters that worked in the wood tunnels but never felt it himself. He liked it and wanted to never come down from that swaying blade of grass.
Then to his shock and horror, he heard a loud "Sshriiiiiiek!" There was a bird flying over his head that had spotted him! Rex had never felt so much fear. He hurried down the blade of grass, practically jumping, and started running as fast as his six little leg would take him. The bird lost interest and few by. "Whew, I thought I was a goner."
"Why would you be a goner?" asked a strange voice.
"Where are you? Who are you?" Rex replied.
"Who I am and where I am do not matter. Who you are and where you are do matter. So little one, who are you? Where are you?"
Rex thought for a minute, he didn't like being asked questions by a stranger he could not see and who didn't answer his questions. "I am Rex the termite. Can I please see who is talking to me?"
There was some rustling of the grass and then a huge green bug steps into his view. Rex didn't know if he should try to run or not.
"Don't run" said the green bug, "I wont hurt you. I know I look big and scary but I'm not, I promise."
Rex and the bug start talking. The green bug told him he was called a june bug but his name was Earl. Earl asked what Rex was doing out on his own and Rex told him everything that had happened that morning.
"You like feeling the wind you said? Do you want to feel wind like you've never felt it?" Earl asked.
"Yes! How?"
"I can fly. Here, climb up just behind my head and hold on tight." Earl got down as low as he could as Rex climbed on. Off they went! Rex could hardly breathe they were going to fast. He looked down and saw the grass forest zoom by, the pile of wood his family got food from and he saw what he thought to be a flower. He asked Earl if it was a flower and he said it was. It was beautiful, all of it. Rex was so happy he went exploring that day.
Earl dropped Rex off just a little ways from his home so he could sneak back in without drawing attention to himself by being flown in.
"Until tomorrow?" asked Earl.
"Tomorrow" smiled Rex.
That was the beginning of a life long friendship between the june bug, Earl and the termite, Rex.
One day Rex got one of his sisters to watch the eggs and nymphs for him so he could go exploring. Shortly after leaving the termite hole and sneaking past the guards he was walking through a forest of grass. He took a deep breath, "Ah, freedom" he said as he exhaled. He wanted to see what the world looked like from higher up so he hurriedly climbed the nearest blade of grass. It was windy up there. Rex had only heard about wind from his brothers and sisters that worked in the wood tunnels but never felt it himself. He liked it and wanted to never come down from that swaying blade of grass.
Then to his shock and horror, he heard a loud "Sshriiiiiiek!" There was a bird flying over his head that had spotted him! Rex had never felt so much fear. He hurried down the blade of grass, practically jumping, and started running as fast as his six little leg would take him. The bird lost interest and few by. "Whew, I thought I was a goner."
"Why would you be a goner?" asked a strange voice.
"Where are you? Who are you?" Rex replied.
"Who I am and where I am do not matter. Who you are and where you are do matter. So little one, who are you? Where are you?"
Rex thought for a minute, he didn't like being asked questions by a stranger he could not see and who didn't answer his questions. "I am Rex the termite. Can I please see who is talking to me?"
There was some rustling of the grass and then a huge green bug steps into his view. Rex didn't know if he should try to run or not.
"Don't run" said the green bug, "I wont hurt you. I know I look big and scary but I'm not, I promise."
Rex and the bug start talking. The green bug told him he was called a june bug but his name was Earl. Earl asked what Rex was doing out on his own and Rex told him everything that had happened that morning.
"You like feeling the wind you said? Do you want to feel wind like you've never felt it?" Earl asked.
"Yes! How?"
"I can fly. Here, climb up just behind my head and hold on tight." Earl got down as low as he could as Rex climbed on. Off they went! Rex could hardly breathe they were going to fast. He looked down and saw the grass forest zoom by, the pile of wood his family got food from and he saw what he thought to be a flower. He asked Earl if it was a flower and he said it was. It was beautiful, all of it. Rex was so happy he went exploring that day.
Earl dropped Rex off just a little ways from his home so he could sneak back in without drawing attention to himself by being flown in.
"Until tomorrow?" asked Earl.
"Tomorrow" smiled Rex.
That was the beginning of a life long friendship between the june bug, Earl and the termite, Rex.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
My World
My Ideal Place/World:
As I get older my ideas for the perfect world haven't changed much, they have just become less childish and more realistic. When I was younger I wanted to live in a magical world full of knights, handsome princes, wishes that get granted and happily ever afters. I wanted everyone to be friends and to be able to fly. I know some of this is impossible, but a dream doesn't have to be realistic when you are a child. Now I am older and understand a little more of what goes on in this world. I look around me and see the problems of the world and I can not help but think of what needs to change.
In my ideal world there would be no paper money. I believe a lot of problems are caused by that green stuff. We would have good old fashioned gold and silver coins. In my ideal world children would be taught at home to obey their parents and respect their peers and elders. Parents would not abuse their children and children would not backtalk to their parents. "Please" and "thank you" would be use in everyday language. Hard work would be a days work. No one would "get rich quick" because of jack-up gas prices or the lottery. Drugs, alcohol and smoking would be illegal and people would be honest in their dealings. No one would have to be afraid walking to their car at night. It would never get hotter than 89 degrees and never colder than 50 degrees. War would not exist, crime would not even be in the dictionary, and pizza would grow in trees.
As I get older my ideas for the perfect world haven't changed much, they have just become less childish and more realistic. When I was younger I wanted to live in a magical world full of knights, handsome princes, wishes that get granted and happily ever afters. I wanted everyone to be friends and to be able to fly. I know some of this is impossible, but a dream doesn't have to be realistic when you are a child. Now I am older and understand a little more of what goes on in this world. I look around me and see the problems of the world and I can not help but think of what needs to change.
In my ideal world there would be no paper money. I believe a lot of problems are caused by that green stuff. We would have good old fashioned gold and silver coins. In my ideal world children would be taught at home to obey their parents and respect their peers and elders. Parents would not abuse their children and children would not backtalk to their parents. "Please" and "thank you" would be use in everyday language. Hard work would be a days work. No one would "get rich quick" because of jack-up gas prices or the lottery. Drugs, alcohol and smoking would be illegal and people would be honest in their dealings. No one would have to be afraid walking to their car at night. It would never get hotter than 89 degrees and never colder than 50 degrees. War would not exist, crime would not even be in the dictionary, and pizza would grow in trees.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Credo
This is the credo I came up with. I hope it's okay because I've never written one or even thought of it before this assignment.
I believe a small act of kindness can go a long way. I believe that every person needs to receive kindness or they will forget the purpose of life and no longer desire to try or even live. I believe random acts of kindness can change a life.
This is just one of many beliefs. I will elaborate more on it when I'm done with the essay.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Rainy Days
I went to Ms. A's website and got a journal prompt. This prompt was to write about rainy days. Today is a rainy day so I thought to myself, "Self, it is raining today. Maybe it would be a good idea to write about the rain." So here I am, writing about the rain, or almost writing about it because I haven't actually started writing about it yet. Now I will begin telling you, my reader, my thoughts and feelings about the rain.
I love the rain. Especially when it comes with lightning and thunder! The sound the rain makes as it hits the dry earth then as the dry earth turns to moist dirt and finally to mud. Have you ever stood outside just as it was beginning to rain and felt the heavy air and taken a deep breath of the wet earth? Have you ever taken your shoes off and felt the new mud between your toes? You have not lived until you do. I believe part of being human is experiencing Mother Nature. Sure, I love sunshine and rolling green hills as much as the next guy, maybe even more! But there is "something sexy about the rain" as Kenny Chesney puts it. I love the way the lightning lights up the sky. If you are lucky it will dance across the sky and the thunder will be it's beat/music. There is so much power and energy in a thunder storm!
After all that mushy talk about that rain would it surprise you if I said I also hated the rain? On days when I want to just take a walk in the sunshine, go to the pool or when it's been raining for days without any end in sight, I hate the rain. It has to be a day when I don't have to go anywhere, like tonight. Sunday night, sitting at home after church just listening to the rain as it hits the now muddy earth and the thunder as it rolls along in it's angry way as the lightning strikes a brilliant path in the dark sky. Beautiful. I think my mother gave me a love for rain on lazy days. We had a screened-in porch with a tin roof when I was little and we would love to go and sit, just listening to the rain as it hit the tin roof. I still think of those times whenever it rains. Every time. Building memories like that are important I think, it gives people good memories to remember you by. Back to rain. Even the name "rain" is beautiful I think. I once new a guy named Rainy, although he might have spelled it different. It's almost a sad name...Rainy. Anyway, I think I've said all I need to and more on rain.
Enjoy the rain!
I love the rain. Especially when it comes with lightning and thunder! The sound the rain makes as it hits the dry earth then as the dry earth turns to moist dirt and finally to mud. Have you ever stood outside just as it was beginning to rain and felt the heavy air and taken a deep breath of the wet earth? Have you ever taken your shoes off and felt the new mud between your toes? You have not lived until you do. I believe part of being human is experiencing Mother Nature. Sure, I love sunshine and rolling green hills as much as the next guy, maybe even more! But there is "something sexy about the rain" as Kenny Chesney puts it. I love the way the lightning lights up the sky. If you are lucky it will dance across the sky and the thunder will be it's beat/music. There is so much power and energy in a thunder storm!
After all that mushy talk about that rain would it surprise you if I said I also hated the rain? On days when I want to just take a walk in the sunshine, go to the pool or when it's been raining for days without any end in sight, I hate the rain. It has to be a day when I don't have to go anywhere, like tonight. Sunday night, sitting at home after church just listening to the rain as it hits the now muddy earth and the thunder as it rolls along in it's angry way as the lightning strikes a brilliant path in the dark sky. Beautiful. I think my mother gave me a love for rain on lazy days. We had a screened-in porch with a tin roof when I was little and we would love to go and sit, just listening to the rain as it hit the tin roof. I still think of those times whenever it rains. Every time. Building memories like that are important I think, it gives people good memories to remember you by. Back to rain. Even the name "rain" is beautiful I think. I once new a guy named Rainy, although he might have spelled it different. It's almost a sad name...Rainy. Anyway, I think I've said all I need to and more on rain.
Enjoy the rain!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Summer ’11 Class Evaluation:
Summer ’11 Class Evaluation:
After reading all of the questions and answers on last weeks Discussion Board topic I have come to the conclusion that our class is overall very family oriented, religious and giving. In responding to the question “If you had to give away $5000.00 to whom or what would you give it away to and why?” everyone was very charitable. The class members were all giving the money to either family or charitable organizations. With everyone being on the same page of giving they are still very different. The kinds of TV shows the class wanted to be in range from Avatar: the Last Air Bender to M*A*S*H to Buffy the Vampire Slayer to Little House on the Prairie. There is imagination at work in our class and some good old family values.
In the question about dogs vs. cats, dogs won hands down. A few people prefer cats but most people like dogs because of their ability to play, go for walks and are not as “stuck up” as cats. Some people have bad memories or bad experiences with cats, too.
Everyone one wants to travel, some more than others but the class as a whole wants to visit another country. A couple reasons for traveling are for family and friends that are in other countries, pleasure (some have good memories of traveling and want to relive them), the adventure of experiencing something new and hunting in New Zealand.
Something that was surprising to me was one girl wants to be a Diesel Mechanic, surprising but awesome. She is following her dream now, along with everyone else in this class. There are a few people who did not know what their dream was until they were over thirty-five but are now actively pursuing it. A recurring theme is “giving” in all of these answers. People are following their dream to help better other people’s lives no matter how long it takes them. What a great inspiration this is to me!
I can see God plays an important roll in many of my classmate’s lives. This is encouraging as I come from New England where God was not mentioned ever. I myself believe in God so knowing more about my classmate’s and what they believe in allows me to feel more comfortable writing about what I believe in; God, family, charity, and following your dreams.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
June 30th
In Phyllis Allen's "Leaving Identity Issues to Other Folks" it makes you think about how terrible we use to treat "the blacks". I feel awful for those people back then. How would you feel going to school every day and people screaming at you because you are darker than them? How blind can people be? I believe people are people. White, black, brown, orange, green...it is all the same to me. I like how Allen told her story and shared her beliefs. She let the reader know where she came from, what her background is and then went from there. I also find it interesting how people in general change together. In each decade and in each age group there are different "expectations" or "the norm" that a lot of people follow. It sounded like Allen was one of them until she got older and decided that her mother's advice was best; "Baby, people do what they do. What you got to do is be the best that you can be." This is good advice for all of us. I think a lot of teenagers go through "identity issues" and even many adults.
Coming from a large family I can relate to Allen maybe not feeling like she had a "place" all of the time. I am one of the youngest of ten so it is easy to not know where you stand. You tend to follow the "cool" crowd and let them determine your beliefs. We need to learn to hole to our own beliefs because what if people had all joined Hitler's "cool crowd"? It would be disastrous! On the other hand if we all joined God's "cool crowd" the world would be in a much better moral and economic state.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
June 29th, 2011 Blog #1
It was approximately 7:30 in the morning on January 2, 2007, when my dad walked into the bedroom that my sister and I shared. "Time to get up. We are going to storage to get our bags and moving to California today." he said in a matter-of-fact voice. My sister and I were still too tired to really process this new information. We lived in Vermont at this time and had lived there for most of our lives. We spent the day packing just our clothes and a few necessities and left the next morning without having a chance to say goodbye to our friends. We drove for three days in our fifteen passenger van without stopping, just my parents, three younger sisters and me. Dad drove the whole time. I remember when it was my turn to sit in the front seat and read the map to dad, it was so hard to stay awake. Driving cross-country in the winter is not something I would suggest. The wind is really strong when going through farmland. It is flat for miles. The Rockies are even worse. It got so bad driving through one day that we had to pull off the interstate and stay the night in a hotel. Us girls did not mind at all because we finally got to shower and sleep in a bed! We stopped over night at my brother's house in Utah and got to California on Sunday the 7th, the day before my seventeenth birthday. Needless to say it was not the kind of birthday I was planning on having that year. We moved from a nice, two story, four bedroom house in Stowe, Vermont to a two bedroom apartment in Folsom, California. It was beautiful there though! Back in Vermont there was still two feet of snow but in California it was spring. We only lived there for three months before we moved back east to Massachusetts. California was fun while it lasted. It was actually part of the reason why I moved to Branson, Missouri in 2008 but that is another story.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
"This I believe" Freewriting
I believe making cookies isn’t always easy:
Some may say making cookies is easy, but it’s not always so. It’s like them saying “easy as pie”. Making pie isn’t easy! At least not for me. Maybe it is for chefs or people like my older sister who loves cooking. I wonder if….I don’t know. I lost my train of thought. Trains. I’ve never ridden one but have always wanted to. I lived in Boston once and rode on an underground train, if that counts…back to cookies. When I make them there is a mess all over the place. Flour, sugar, chocolate chips, butter and so on. I usually mess up the batter or cook them on too high or too low a heat so they get all flat on the edges and burn but the middle isn’t done yet. That’s all fine and dandy when you are making brownies, but not cookies. Unless you like burnt/undone cookies. I don’t. I’m running out of things to say about cookies. My favorite are just good ol’ oatmeal and chocolate chip. Yum! With vanilla ice cream. Make an ice cream sandwich with them and stick them in the freezer for later. My sister and I did this once. She is better at making cookies. They were chocolate cookies with peanut butter chips and vanilla ice cream. Amazing! Ok how much time is left? I don’t know my timer isn’t somewhere I can see, just hear. It’s my husband. He is suppose to tell me when to stop. I really am running out of things to say. Sorry to all my readers if you are getting board! I kind of am too but at the same time this is kind of fun to not really have any purpose but writing. Maybe I should working on making better cookies? Probably. I’m not very enthusiastic about any kind of cooking unless it involves “Stoffers” frozen dinners. Those are good and easy! Not as good as my mother-in-law’s food but better than mine. Man, this is a really long 10 minutes! Cookies. Mess. Ovens. Timers. I’m done!!!
343 words
This I believe
I believe writing can be a challenge
I believe making cookies isn’t always easy
I believe candy is bad for your teeth
I believe dentist mean the best even if they hurt you
I believe in God
I believe lemonade is refreshing
I believe I am a good sister and wife
I believe bread is addicting
I believe teaching is worthy of more praise than it gets
I believe water is necessary for life
I believe camels have humps of their backs
I believe people generally mean well
I believe all people want someone to love them
I believe in “cat naps”
I believe that trash should be put in the trash can and not on the ground
I believe cats are cute when they are sleeping
I believe cats are annoying when not sleeping
I believe fish don’t do well as house pets
I believe tuna is disgusting
I believe a good pizza is food from heaven
I believe in family
I believe in exercise (physical and mental)
I believe music can influence people for better or worse
I believe in marriage
I believe cooking is best left to those who know what they are doing
I believe bird songs are usually beautiful
I believe there is purpose in this life
Friday, June 17, 2011
Jung Typology Test
The Jung Typology test was fairly accurate about my personality. I am “Introverted, Sensing, Feeling and Judging”. I think I am a creative writer, but I get stuck trying to figure out what to write. I sometimes tend to look at the world in a different way than other people; at least I’d like to think so. I am a loyal person and believe I have good work ethics, as the test suggests and I hope they carry over into school. I try to do the best I can and sometimes I wear myself out with trying to get school and work done on top of everything else.
Like I said before, I have a hard time getting started. When giving a topic to write on I sometimes think and think and think about it until my brain hurts and my eyes feel like they are going to pop right out of my head. I read a lot of information during the day and with reading that much, one would think I would be able to process it and put it right down on paper but it is not that easy for me. I think being an “introvert” does not help. I am use to keeping to myself so putting a part of me down on paper for others to see takes more thought, time and energy. At the same time being introverted I am more likely to look inside myself than at the outside world. Many people have similar feelings and think fairly alike. Being able to identify myself as a person and what I think and feel allows me to look at things as others would see them.
The Jung Typology test says I am “sensing”, something I do not entirely understand yet. What do I sense? Do I sense the world around me as it moves and changes? Do I sense different people and their constant moving around with their own busy lives, some focused on themselves while others working together like a beehive? Do I sense people’s moods and meaning? What ever it is, I think having a good understanding of people and their habits is good for any writer to have. How can you write about people if you do not understand them? It would be like me trying to write about cars and how they work. It would not work. To understand people I believe you first need to understand yourself, which is not always an easy task.
“Feeling” is another word that could have different meanings. Is it the wind I feel on my arms and cheeks right now? Or the warm touch of the blanket on my legs? Or is it deeper? The feeling one has when a loved one has to go through pain, the happiness one feels at a wedding or the sympathy one has for a stranger who has lost a friend? I think the meaning of this particular “feeling” is more along the lines of the latter. “Feeling” what the other person is going through so you can, in a way, understand. This is helpful to have as a writer because how can you write about something you do not have a feel or an understanding for it?
“Judging” of fact or fiction is important to have not only in writing but in everyday life. I have never thought of myself as “judging”. Thinking about it now, I make judgments everyday. In writing my stories, writing essays, what is right and wrong and more. It is important as a writer to have the ability to judge. The writer can make decisions to make the paper he or she is writing better because revising requires judgment.
In writing this paper and taking the Jung Typology test I believe to have come to know myself better as a person and as a student. Having an understanding of my personality and how I deal with different situations will help in my writing. A good writer is able to look at the world around him or her and be able to perceive what is going on, why it is happening and he or she should be able to look at it from others perspectives.
As an Introverted, Sensing, Feeling and Judging type of person, I feel with practice this could be me.
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