Vision Test Number 1

Once Upon a time there was a funny bunny named Sam. Sam loved to listen to music where ever he went. He would hop here and he would hop there to the beat of his tunes.  One day while Sam was hop hop hopping he came across a frog.  He said “Hello there.  I’m listening to music.  What are you doing?”  The frog looked at him and said, “Ejoying the view, but i would sure like to listen to your music with you.”  So Sam gave the frog a ear piece and they listened together.

Add a comment January 30, 2009

Can I see how you feel?

Goals

My goal for this post is to express that everyone has a “game face” they put on in certain situations.  When you are seriously ill you act as if everything is fine around your kids and family.  When you are disappointed because you didn’t make the show or the team you smile and say that it is ok and that you’ll be fine.  But is the way that we look directly connected to the way that we feel?  I think it is rather the opposite most of the time, however i know there are times when it is genuine.  If you see a smile is it because they are happy or because they don’t want others to know how they are truly feeling.  In this blog post I hope to make people think about the “face” people put on.  I believe that college students/young adults will understand this the best and realized or agree with what i have to say.

From an early age we have learned or rather been taught that a smile means you are happy and that a frown means you are sad.  But the truth is, the older we get the more we realize that it is not that simple.  Sometimes a smile can mean, I’m not feeling my best today but i don’t want to discuss it.  Being a teenager and young adult is not easy at all and seems to only be getting harder.  We have so much that we are responsible for and so much to do.  I know that my parents are very understanding, but even so a lot is expected of me.  So how can we know what is what and how people are actually feeling.

The best example that I can think of is when my mom was sick with cancer.  She rarely complained of being tired or sore or sick to her stomach, yet i know she must have been.  Towards the end of her life she had this amazing calmness about her.  I do remember asking her in the hospital one night why she didn’t seem upset.  She told me that there was no reason to get upset or scared because what was going to happen was going to happen and if we had faith and spent time together things would work out.  But i don’t know how she was actually feeling, however i do believe that she was most likely scared at some point though she never showed it at all.

I know for a fact that I am very guilty of this “fake face”.  I feel the need to act as though everything is fine when in reality things are eating me alive.  I think that part of that is i do not want to face the things that bother me most as I believe most of us do the same thing.  I am getting better with showing how I feel when it is appropriate and facing the issues that bother me most.

After

I do believe that I have achieved the goals I have set for myself.  I hope that the other students and people that read this blog will be able to see that you can’t always see how someone feels.  I feel good about this piece of writing because it is a little piece of me and some interesting observations that I have made.

5 comments January 27, 2009

Taste Test #1

So scared, hungry, and unaware of what was before me, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.  With very little stress I felt a small round something drop in my mouth and before I could even think another was dropped in.   Within no time at all I had a good sense of what it was.  It was not coarse in texture but rather smooth.  It had a pop of sweetness and fruit flavor.  I was able to identify that they were circles with a whole in the middle.  After chewing them I was able to identify them as Fruit Loops.  Ah, Fruit Loops, one of the many staples of our diet as children.  I do recall stealing a box from the kitchen when I was a kid and sitting in front of the TV eating it right out of the box.  It is so easy to pop a handful in your mouth when no one is looking.  My mother wasn’t very happy that day that she found me with my hand in the box.  To tell you a secret, I did that very same thing only about a month ago and I have this feeling that my mom would feel the same way if she knew.

2 comments January 23, 2009

What a meal can mean

A good narrative includes the following things.  Make sure your narrative has clarity meaning you don’t need to use complex words that just muddy the water.  Don’t describe your every move.  You don’t need to go into detail about how it was to move your leg to the first step on  your way upstairs.  Don’t use in text documentations in a narrative essay.  If you would like to site sources that you used you can do that is a Works Consolidated at the end of the essay.  My source for this is http://www.freelancewriting.com/articles/article-writing-a-good-narrative-essay.php

My goals for writing this blog are to talk about a time when I had some great food.  I recently went to Europe and went to three different countries.  This gave me the opportunity to taste some very different and amazing food.  Instead of just talking about a specific food that i feel strongly about I will be talking about a type of food that i feel very strongly about.  I am Italian so getting to go to Italy this past summer was a trip of a life time and I will never forget it. I also went to Austria and Slovenia.  Both have their own unique taste when it comes to food and both are beautiful countries.

I will never forget my first night in Italy.  My choir and I went to Venice for a traditional Italian dinner.  It amazed us that eating dinner is a much slower process in Europe then it is here in America.  We were served a traditional spaghetti meal with amazing bread.  The aromas for unlike anything else.  Just when we thought we had the best food we ever ate they came out with the second course.  The second course was veal with a warm coleslaw.  Well all of us were expecting a desert but of course ate every little bit of what they put in front of us.  It was very different but something that we really liked.  Then oddly they served us a salad with a homemade dressing.  In America we are used to the salad before things but in Europe they serve it in the middle of the meal as a palate cleanser.  Next we were served a traditional desert, tiramisu.  It is an odd combination of flavors and it was my first time having it.  I assume that if you are going to have it for the first time you might as well have it in Italy.  It was a meal I will never forget and i can still remember what it smells like.  If you ever get a chance to go to Italy and try the food, please do so.

I think that I have achieved my writing goals for this blog.  I wanted to describe a place and a meal that meant a lot to me and I know that I have done that.  I helped to make people understand the culture and almost taste the meal.  I loved writing this blog because I love to cook and I love getting to experience other cultures through food.

1 comment January 22, 2009

The World that I Can See

My goals for this blog are to write a poem about a sense.  I hope to make  this poem to describe what I see physically and what I hope to see for the future of this country and world.  A poem that does more than just rhyme, but rather has a message to be heard by everyone.  I hope that this poem will be for everyone.  That is my audience.

I decided to write a poem because I love writing in this genre.  I hope that this poem will help people to see the beauty this world has to offer as well as the message of peace and hope that I hope to display. I really enjoyed this assignment because this is one of my favorite ways to express myself.

The World that I Can See

I see this world of beautiful things,
I see the message that the whole world sings.

I see the flowers that bloom in the spring,
I see the possibility that each day brings.

I see the glow of the Golden sunshine,
I hold up a symbol, the universal peace sign.

I see a cloud that seems to loom up ahead,
It helps to remind us of our soldiers that are dead.

And I can see the animals that run free on this land,
I can only hope this will one day be true for all of man.

I think that I have done well with getting my message across through my poem.  I hope that I was able to reach my audience and at least make them think about what they have read.  I enjoyed doing it immencely and hope that I will be able to write more things like this poem.

4 comments January 20, 2009

What is I?

I.  One word.  One small, tiny, insignaficant word.  This one letter word can hold more meaning than an entire book full of words if we are willing to explore.

I personally say the word I about a million times a day and until right now I have never stopped to think of its meaning.  What is I?  To me, I is who I am.  It’s my personality, my appearance, my friends, my family, my activities, and my beliefs.  If that is what I stands for then what makes up the components of I like my personality and so on?   I believe that someones personality is made up of bits and pieces of those that we meet along the way.  I think it is all of the good and bad experiences that we face throughout one day, one week, one year, and our entire lifetime.

That one letter and one word holds the key to who I am as a person.  It is the key to what I’ve experienced and what I’ve faced, where I’ve been and where I will go and the pieces of the people that I have encountered on this journey.  So who is to say that the word I is small, tiny, and insignificant?  I’m not sure, but I do know that person is not me.

4 comments January 16, 2009