Found Poem

Adapting to challenges,
good efforts, BAD results.

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PLASTIC
don't toss it

review, lifestlyes

wishes, can come true!

My Bucket List.

Just as any other person, I have a few(too many) things that I would like to do before I die. First I am going to write the list and then I am going to explain some of the crazy weird ones.
1. Go to Greece
2. See a show on BroadWay
3. Finish you University.
4. Become succesful as an individual, with out relying on any other income
5. If everything works out, one day eventually become a midwife
6. Be the best mom I can be
7. Have the wedding that I've dreamed of since I was five.
8. Touch the Great Wall of China
9. Learn how to speak of a foreign language
10. Succesfully complete a mission trip
11. See a girafee in it's natural habitat
12. Cut an entire lawn with scissors
13. Build the ultimate snow fort, with windows
14. Taste Gelato
15. Complete the list of 100 books to read before you die.
16. Learn how to french braid
17. Go scuba diving in a coral rief
18. Swim with a dolphin
19. Own a home, and potentially have an indoor swimming pool (the pool is more a dream)
20. Have a weird family pet, like a pig or a duck or a squirrell
21. Get over my fear of thunder storms
and many more to come!

I felt that it was necessary to write this as a blog for many reasons. First of all, writting this blog allowed me to give myself the time to think about what my goals and secret wants in life were. For example learning to french braid does not seem like a major issue in life. But to me it's one of those things that I would just really lone to know how to do.

Some of the things I have on my list seem a little odd, but for some reason I really want to accomplish them. I also hope that I can continue to add things as I get older.

Digital Education

How do you feel about blogging now that you have had an opportunity to develop a history with it over the past two and a half months? Do you feel that you are more or less organized and productive than you would be "the old fashioned way?" What are some of the advantages? What are some of the drawbacks? What advice might you give to students starting the course next semester about how to get the most out of their blogging experience?

I deteste blogging ! I do not like the idea of computers as a class. I personally feel like I am in a computer class, and not and english one. I have never taken a computer class before, for the simple reason that I have no interest. I think that the whole everything submitted online thing is a little weird. What ever happened to pencils and paper. Or handing in a solid copy, then once its returned you can at least see your errors.

Half the time diigo does not work. There fore I have not recieved any feedback on any of my assignments. I don't like the idea of a teacher having to search down the blog for your assignments. I have had nothing marked in over 2 months. Which makes it very hard to show my curious parents how I am improving. Sure they can go online and look at my work, but that doesnt really change anything. My parents aren't english teachers so they cant tell me where I'm going right and wrong. The last time something on my blog was looked at was October 17th. Since then there has been nothing.

I feel that there is not a proper communication / relationship with student and teacher through the internet. I think verbal communication is necessary especially in a class like this. We are supposed to be learning to become better writers, and instead I have been learning to use the internet. I do not think that there are any advantages. Sure there is the whole idea of how no assignments are lost. But an assignment should not be lost anyways. It should be the students responsibility to hand it in, the teacher marks it, and then returns it. I miss getting an assignment back with visible corrections, and learning from my mistakes.

Half the time, the entire class is on facebook, or games. And I can't say anything because I am guilty of it too. But if the class was in an actual class room I do not think this would be as much of a problem. I could understand if we were in a class room, and then in a lab once in a while. But once it became an everyday thing. People started to get bored, and therefore ended up on facebook, youtube or MLIA.

I really hope for the benefit of future students that this whole class is not based on an online blog.

Free Verse

Summer . . . the time to let it all go.

To chase everything you feel, you want, you need, you desire.

It’s almost as though the sun gives you confidence.

It makes you believe just maybe this time things will work,

that all you could hope for would be right there beside you.

The truth is, I learned a hard lesson this summer.

I learned that even on the warmest day of July it could feel as though it were about to snow
It’s July, you feel as though these summer fireworks are going off everywhere

like nothing could get better,

but then that fireworks display is suddenly over, and all you're left thinking is,

"is it true things couldn’t get any worse?"
You come to realize people don’t always mean what they say

in the way you understand it.

And coming to terms with this reality might just seem impossible.

So now its August, and you’ve finally realized that fireworks display was a meer thunderclap in the distance,

That those things you believed,

The way you thought you heard them,

Were just misled fireflies fading off as the summer was ending.
Summers almost gone now,

You chased what you felt you wanted and needed.

You risked it.

You put yourself out there and you did it.

But the mission was completed. . . or was it?

If there’s one thing you learned this summer its that new friendships came easy.

And I'm not talking the short term, "hello-goodbye" kind.

I’m beginning to question that in this risk I took, I made this new. . friend.

A friend who had this smile, this laugh, this openness about him that made me feel as though I could explode with my deepest secrets and fears,

And by my own amazement they would be understood.
They wouldn’t be judged, they would be smiled at.

They would be considered rather than forgotten about.

I felt as though that original risk showed me what I really needed.

Its September

The weather is changing

The sun doesn’t exactly give you confidence, but the brisker winds find a way to give you strength.

There’s no question now,

That smile, that laugh, that honesty, is what I wanted more than anything.

I almost feel foolish to have made the wrong decision all summer,

But just like a small ant in this big world, I'm willing to fight for what I so deeply want.

Those smiles become the sunshine of your day,

Those laughs become the extra strength you need to fight for what you want.

In this moment I realized,

After all the years of people telling me that everything happens for a reason,

There was finally a time I could believe that.

I could have faith in the fact that everything that happened that summer, happened for one very clear reason.

To lead me to that smile, that laugh, that look, those eyes.

I’ve gotten everything I ever wanted and then some.

Nurturing your Inner Writer

To what extent are people born writers? How much are they able to cultivate the writer within through education and experience?
What activities and experiences can you engage i
n in order to develop your inner writer? What part of your past has best helped you become the writer you are now? How motivated are you to continue developing your writing ability over a lifetime?


People may or may not be born writers, we can not prove this to go either way. But we are entitle to our own opinion.

My personal opinion is that yes people are born writers, some of these "born writers" may discover this and some may not. And that is where the "nurtur" comes into play. To me what you become relies on your parents, and your schooling. As well as your self discipline and perserverance. A dream is just a dream until you take the leap into making it come true.

This may actually be the reason why some people don't believe in being born a writer, because some people choose to explore their abilities and others choose to not care at all. That is no ones fault but their own. a writer has many ways to practice just as a basketball player. They can edit other pieces of work. They could write poetry in their spare time, or maybe even a novel.

I would like to continue learning about writing. But I don't necessarily want to become a writer.

Sorry this journal is short ( I don't know what else to say on the topic)

Writing as a Lifestyle

What do you think about the writer's lifestyle? How much of it appeals to you? Which aspects least appeal to you? Can you envision yourself doing the job? Describe how writing might either fit into your lifestyle or become your lifestyle in the future.

I personally do not find the writing lifestyle to be very appealing. Spending my life writing would be kind of boring. I could never see myself sitting at home thinking to myself "if I want to pay for my kids this week, I have to write something." That would drive me insane. It would be the ultimate brain wrecker. Jobs in which thinking is necessary are the best ones. But once your at the point of needing to overcome all chances of writers block to make some money, now that would be horrible.

I don't think that writting would be able to fit into my personal lifestyle. When I think about my future a key aspect is family. I understand that a family is all about respect, and thats why I feel that me spending time at a desk writing is not fair. I would much rather be outside in my spare time.Or doing another activity. I enjoy writting on my own time, but I don't ever want it to feel like a pressure.

To me writting is something you should do only if you have the feeling inside of you to do it. Writing should never be a forced effort. Which is exactly why I have such huge problems completing the work in this class sometimes. I don't know how to make myself write. To me I either have an idea or I don't.

I also think that writing would be a stressful job. You have to first worry about writing, then editing, then publishing. And now that you have put all of this money time and effort in, who knows if it will even sell. Writing is the same thing as be a doctor or teacher or mechanic you either you like it or you don't. The difference is as a mechanic even if you don't you've been taught to fix brakes and you could do it over and over. But as a writer, you aren't able to just rewrite the same story. In each book you have to rediscover your ideas, feelings and interpretations. And I don't think that this would work out for me.

Immitation Poem

An Evening by Gwendolyn Brooks

A sunset's mounded cloud; 6
A diamond evening-star; 6
Sad blue hills afar; 5
Love in his shroud. 4

Scarcely a tear to shed; 6
Hardly a word to say; 6
The end of a summer day; 6
Sweet Love dead. 3


A Realization by Jennifer Reeb

he'd never been so proud;
never thought he'd come this far;
Thought that would have been it for the bar;
gone was the cloud.

he awoke and they said;
sir you need to go pray ;
there was a crash today;
your friend's dead