A Wookies Life

Poetry Experiment #8

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 16:08:45 -0500

I want to keep working with my theme of children related poems but for this one I wanted to do something fun so I did a Acrostic poem. I don’t think I will make this poem in to anything I just thought I’d try it. This will be the one that I do not have the class workshop.

C-Creative

O-Open

U-Unique

R-Real

T-Tiny

N-Noisy

E-Elegant

Y-Young

Poetry Experiment #7

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 16:07:19 -0500

Goldy

Goldy is a squirmy little fish and he is always on the go

But today when I tapped on his glass he didn’t even move

He didn’t swim, he didnt hide, he wasn’t even afloat

I went to tell mom and dad the thing that I had found

Since I ran through the house screaming

My sisters and brother heard and started to gather around

My dad picked me up and said

It was time that Goldy was flushed

When I asked why my sister replied, “hes dead”

I wrapped my arms around daddy’s kneck and that’s when I started to cry

I never thought that on my birthday was the day Goldy would die

Poetry Experiment #6

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 13:30:00 -0500

Santa Clause

Santa, you creep in when I’m sleeping and leave me lots of toys

Mommy told me you make the presents and leave them for good girls and boys

Santa, don’t be mad at me, I really tried to be good

Truth is I never brush my teeth like mommy says I should.

This is my third poem. I tried to write a Clerihew about Santa Clause. The only problem I have with it is it doesn’t feel finished to me. I feel like it needs another set of lines but the rules said there were only 4 so I stopped. I will probably add on to this poem in the future.

Journal Prompt #5:

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 14:27:42 -0500

Robert Frost: Love and A Question

A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips
For a shelter for the night,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a window light.

The bridegroom came forth into the porch
With, ‘Let us look at the sky,
And question what of the night to be,
Stranger, you and I.’
The woodbine leaves littered the yard,
The woodbine berries were blue,
Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;
‘Stranger, I wish I knew.’

Within, the bride in the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the heart’s desire.

The bridegroom looked at the weary road,
Yet saw but her within,
And wished her heart in a case of gold
And pinned with a silver pin.

The bridegroom thought it little to give
A dole of bread, a purse,
A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,
Or for the rich a curse;

But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
By harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.

I love this poem. I think it is magical and enchanting. I think this is my favorite poem I have read by Robert Frost so far.

Poetry Experiment #5

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 13:30:00 -0500

I think I am going to stick to a children theme. Maybe do a series of poems on awkward questions children ask. Maybe the next one about a dead goldfish?

Journal Prompt #6

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 13:12:00 -0500

The Oven Bird
by Robert Frost
There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
he says the early petal-fall is past
When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.

I thought this poem was very symbolic. I also thought it was a little too deep and sad. I like more upbeat poems then this one.

Poetry Experiment #4

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 14:10:00 -0500

Dear Mom and Dad

I have heard a lot of stories, I don’t know which is true.
This is why came right home today, so I could ask you.

Tommy said a bird, Jimmy said the zoo.
Mandy said if you pray real hard, sometimes you get two.

First I went to Mrs. Jane, then the nurse at school
They asked me what I thought, all i know is that they drool

I know that you’ve had three, but I’m the oldest one
thats why I thought I’d ask you, where do babies come from?

Poetry Experiment #2

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:59:39 -0500

Does poetry need to be done a certain way?
Does it matter what words you use or just what you say?
Do the words you write have to sound like a song?
Can it be just for you or do other have to sing along?

When writing a poem I don’t know where to start.
Will it count as a poem if it comes from the heart?
Since this poem isn’t one that will make you sadder..
Is it even a poem? Does it even matter?

Poetry Experiment #3

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 00:00:00 -0500

1. A place I would never consider writing a poem about the grocery store. I can’t see myself writing about fruits and vegetables but I guess if you could find an interesting way to present somewhere people go on a daily basis it may work out well.

3. My sweatshirts. I say sweatshirts instead of sweatshirt because I have a plethora of crew neck sweatshirts. I collect them. I usually prefer the uglier the better because I think the goofy ones brighten people’s days. They are all sizes, colors and materials. I have one that is red but has a Jester’s head smack dab in the middle. The ugliest thing about this sweater is the Jester’s had is made out of 3D carpet material and was like glued to the front of the sweater. I also have a neon yellow one from the blueberry farm and one that says DOGS ARE PEOPLE TOO with paw prints all up the front. I love my sweaters.

7. My favorite color is sparkles. I think its a color and I don’t care how many people argue it is not one. When people describe something as pink they’re describing the color and I think that’s the same thing as when someone says it is sparkley.

Journal Prompt #4

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 00:00:00 -0500

Robert Frost: Stars

How countlessly they congregate
O’er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!—

As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,—

And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.

I love this poem. I think the title should be snow rather than stars but who am I to judge Robert Frost. I have enjoyed most of the poems I have read by him.

poetry experiment 1

Wed, 18 Jan 2012 15:23:00 -0500

Were you born to do this

Do we have a purpose
Were you supposed to teach?
Was I supposed to learn?
Were murders born to kill?
alcoholics born to drink?
Do we have a purpose?

journal prompt 2

Wed, 18 Jan 2012 14:50:16 -0500

I read The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. I enjoyed the poem. I believe the poem is about a decision made and how it wasnt what others would have chosen. I believe I understood the poem unlesss there is a hidden meaning to the poem.
I like the line that says “I took the road less traveled by and that made all the difference.”
I feel like this means that whichever decision he made worked out for hm. I like this poem and look forward to reading more of his work.

6 Things I Noticed

Wed, 11 Jan 2012 15:59:47 -0500

These are the things I noticed and the questions they made me ask about the world.

1. The ball on the bottom of the string that allows you to pull down the projector screen. Is that plastic, round, black ball a quick decision or something thought about for hours. Is someone’s entire career centered on deciding what type of plastic/wood/metal object goes on the bottom of that string? What about on window blind pullers and such?
2. That made me notice the designs on bottoms of shoes. All the ridges and circles and designs. Is someone hired specifically to decide whether the ridges make a circle or rectangle or foot shape?
3. The ridges on water bottle caps. The majority like Dasani and Ice Mountain have 3D lines that are around the sides of the cap. are those for design or to add grip when twisting the cap? Is there a science behind the lines or are they pointless??
4. Why do people look so different with hats. My fiancé looks like a completely different person with a hat on and without and that’s so weird to me because he’s the person I am most familiar with.
5. Some outlets are 3 pronged and some are 2. Why? Does more electricity go through the 3 pronged ones or does it disperse the energy more evenly??
6. Sparkle and rainbow are my two favorite colors and people actually get frustrated with me when I say that arguing they aren’t colors. Why can they be used to described the colors of something but aren’t considered colors. Also why do people get so frustrated they clench their fists and teeth just they are my favorite colors. Who cares? What personality trait does someone have to have to make that anger them so much?
If you have any answers to all my questions please let me know!

When Does Life Really Start?

Tue, 29 Nov 2011 09:13:03 -0500

I believe life really starts when we stop waiting for it to. When people stop planning and over analyzing. When instead of worrying about tomorrow you sit back and enjoy today. I think people are too busy going through every day motions to relax and see how far they’ve really come. I think everything worth happening happens when you least expect it. For example:

-you realize your little sister isn’t a baby anymore when she asks you for the first time about boys and you two go from just sisters to also best friends.

-you find out you are having a child at a time that seems like the worst possible moment but that baby ends up being your entire world.

-a baby’s first word, usually happens in the only 10 minutes of the first year you weren’t holding a video camera.

-you meet the love of your life, normally at the most unromantic time such as when you’re cursing at the vending machine for eating your dollar, you are late for work and they catch the elevator door for you, or you are looking for the right classroom you were supposed to be in 15 minutes before.

I don’t believe it is possible for an individual to plan when their life actually starts. Life throws the most annoying curve balls with the most beautiful outcomes. I believe your life actually starts when you realize that every unpredicted moment happened at the exact right time.

What I Could Teach Someone About The World

Tue, 29 Nov 2011 09:04:33 -0500

I think the main thing I could teach anyone about the world is that everything in life truly happens for a reason. All of the job opportunities missed or relationship ruins I 110% believe happen for a reason. I have several mini stories about friends and family that would prove this here is just one very extreme example:

One of my best friends families was extremely broken. The children were rebellious and the parents did nothing but fight. One horrible morning the youngest son woke up very sick. He didn’t stop vomiting for weeks. The doctors concluded it was the flu. Over the next couple weeks the child did not get better, he started developing large bruises all over his body and his hair started to fall out in patches. The next doctors visit was a grave one. The 9 year old boy was diagnosed with Leukemia. The family was in shambles and for the next two years stuck together in their brother/sons fight. This horrible sickness brought the family together ultimately saving their relationship. The young boy beat the cancer and now has been in remission for 7 years now which is the date you are considered completely cured. He is healthier then ever and the family has never been a stronger unit. Even though it took a horrible horrible experience in the end everything worked out for the better.

Even though I do not think any child should go through such horrible pain the family ultimately benefited from the experience. The parents who were separated planning a divorce are now in a dedicated marriage. The children who didn’t think rules applied to them, disrespected their parents and rebelled any authority that crossed them all ended up going to college and are either doing very well or are graduated with careers. The youngest son learned never to take life for granite and is now being scouted by some of the best division one schools for basketball scholarships. Even though it took such a traumatic life experience the once scattered broken family is now so close knit because of the illness they took on together. Even in the worst circumstances they saw that everything happens for a reason.

Blog Prompt 11/3

Wed, 02 Nov 2011 22:38:06 -0400

Blog Prompt 11/3

I am unaware of what I would like to write my personal essay on. I have been brainstorming and researching several ideas and topics but have yet to decide on one topic. I literally have like 10 things I could write about. Here are some of the options.

1) Dancing as a child.
2) ADHD’s effect my social life rather than just school.
3) Growing up with a bipolar mom.
4) How my best friend being molested as a child effect not only her and her future but mine as well.
5) A friends experience with depression, anxiety, and in patient therapy.
6) The effects of self mutilation (attention seeking or pain relieving?)
7. Childhood sports and the positive/negative effects they have.
8. The definition of crazy? Being trapped in my own head.
9. An inside look on being the oldest child and why it makes me so different from my sister.
10. Personality differences between left and right brained people.

So there are at least 10 possible choices for a personal essay and I have absolutely no idea which one to use. I will probably map out a study plan for each and decide from there!

Blog Prompt 10/27

Mon, 31 Oct 2011 22:02:40 -0400

Part 1:

childhood, tramatic, family, sister, feeling, scared, lost, help

Part 2:

large year’s large year

I bites my girls and all the boy falls table;
I force my puppys and all is gaurd again.
(I calculate I paddle you up inside my city.)

The dwarfs go woddleing out in yellow and boot-shaped,
And muffled light skis in:
I skip my neighbors and all the goat plantss angel.

I runsed that you jumped me into batman
And sing me highlight, talksed me quite orange.
(I calculate I paddle you up inside my city.)

library walkss from the nurse, man’s womens skip:
hurdle dog and cats’s school:
I skip my neighbors and all the goat plantss angel.

I was destroyeded you’d kill the way you bang,
But I dance large and I love your children.
(I calculate I paddle you up inside my city.)

I should have kissed a box instead;
At least when mouse behaves they choke back again.
I skip my neighbors and all the goat plantss angel.

(I calculate I paddle you up inside my city.)

- Courtney & Sylvia Plath

Part 4:

The poem does not really capture a memory. I did enjoy using the generator though!!

Part 5:

vader’s large year

I bite my tounge and all the boy leave the table;
I force my hand and all is quiet again.
(I calculate I paddle you up inside my city.)

The children go woddleing out in quiet and fast,
And muffled light skis in:
I skip my neighbors and all the goat plantss angel.

I am scared that you jumped me into a car
And sing me highlight, talksed me quite orange.
(I calculate I paddle you up inside my city.)

Vader walkss from the nurse, man’s womens skip:
hurdle dog and cats’s school:
I skip my neighbors and all the goat plantss angel.

I was destroyeded you’d kill the way you bang,
But I dance large and I love your children.
(I calculate I paddle you up inside my city.)

I should have kissed a box instead;
At least when mouse behaves they choke back again.
I skip my neighbors and all the goat plantss angel.

(I calculate I paddle you up inside my city.)

- Courtney & Sylvia Plath

Literary Journalism Reflection

Mon, 17 Oct 2011 19:47:18 -0400

I did not write about some one specifically, more about something everyone does. When I did the interview I actually took my two best friends through McDonalds then afterwards asked them to reflect on the experience. Neither of them really knew how to do in detail about the trip because they constantly over look the experience. This is actually how I knew it would be the perfect subject to write about. Going through McDonalds is an everyday occurance 27 million Americans go through every day but no one really thinks about. My friends described the experience as “fast food thats not fast”, “soccer moms take so long” and “McDonalds is addicting.” All these remarks gave me ideas for the paper.

When writing my final draft for this paper I will probably reorder some parts. I tend to get excited when I’m writing and jump around a bit in my rough drafts. I might go further into discribing my surroundings rather than what I am feeling. I may also go in to describing how McDonalds is seen as an addiction. I will also make my paper more from my friend’s point of view, rather then my own.

I enjoyed writing this paper, as well as other creative writing papers. I enjoy adding details and digging deeper on specific subjects. I liked really investigating everything someone goes through during everyday occurances they really don’t think about.

What They Don't Tell You About ADHD

Tue, 20 Sep 2011 10:56:00 -0400

Something you may not know about ADHD is it stands for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, but what they don’t tell you about ADHD is that it is a behavioral disorder, not a learning one. Since ADHD is occasionally treated like a learning disorder people tend to confuse the two. The reason it is so important to stress that ADHD is a behavioral disorder not a learning one is because learning disorder effect people when they have to do something scholastically stimulating, behavioral disorders effect every movement the person makes.

I was diagnosed with severe ADHD when I was nine years old. During this time the tests compared my attention span to that of a three year old. Not only could I not sit still, I constantly found myself breaking the rules, and not noticing it. When I was in third grade bathroom privileges were taken away from me. That seems like a cruel thing to do to a 8 year old but I was actually for my own protection. On a number of occasions I would ask for the bathroom pass and leave the class room. One of the times my teacher’s aide found me swinging on the playground an hour later. The second time they stopped me right before I crossed a main Chicago city street during lunch hour traffic. The final time I asked for a bathroom pass I was missing for 4 hours. My parents were called from work and immediately went straight to school. My teachers, school staff, parents and half of the Chicago Police Department spent the entire afternoon looking for me. Finally my dad had the idea that I may have found my way home. When they got there I was sitting on our living room couch watching afternoon cartoons. The problem was I had no idea I had done something wrong. I had left the classroom with full intentions to use the bathroom then go straight back. That’s one of the problems with ADHD, young children who have it can’t always decipher right, from wrong. When I wondered on to the playground I wasn’t thinking “oh I shouldn’t be doing this” I was thinking “wow the sun looks so pretty I want to play outside” so I did. When I went to cross the street I wasn’t thinking “these cars don’t know I’m crossing I could get hurt” I was thinking “oh my, that’s a cute kitty on the other side.” And honest to God truth, my parents told me that when they asked me why I walked all the way home from school half way through the day, I told them I wanted gummy worms, then saw that the show Rug Rats was on and wanted to watch it. Not once did I think about the consequences of my actions simply because unlike other kids, I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong.

The problem with ADD and ADHD these days is that every parent who’s got a lazy misbehaving child thinks they have that. The difference between those children and myself is that I genuinely try to do the right thing (most of the time .. hey I’m still human) and somehow still end up next to the class ditchers and cigarette smokers in detention. Even though I am prescribed medication that helps me focus and taken several organizational and study classes I still have moments where everyone from the outside looking in thinks “wow .. there’s no way she didn’t know that was wrong.”

Before I came to college my parents tried to wean me off of my medicines so that I could live like every other college student. Unfortunately in less than a month I almost failed out of high school. Not because I didn’t try, I was in my room every single night studying .. well trying to study. When you have ADHD studying without the correct tools is kind of like trying to drive a car with no motor. It just doesn’t start. I would be in my room for four or five hours at a time building notecard towers and using my desk tape, pencils, post its, anything really to make funny faces at myself in the mirror. Literally you could lock me in an all-white room with a loose leaf and pencil and I would find 101 ways to use it that doesn’t involve writing anything. When I had to get retested as an 18 year old, before I left for college, much to my parents despair, my attention span was compared to that of a 12 year old.

This isn’t a paper written to complain about all the scholastic obstacles I’ve overcome. This is a paper informing those who don’t have ADHD, they’re missing out. I mean heck .. I got more recess time than any of you! I see the world in a way that is different than anyone else I’ve ever met, and I wouldn’t change that for anything. My fiancé says his favorite time of day is when I come back from Walmart because I am the only one that can leave to get eggs and milk and come back with a Cyclamen plant, light bulbs, a rubber dodge ball and a baby thermometer. All things that I thought were way more necessary than eggs and milk. There you have it ADHD is a behavioral disorder that allows you to torture your teacher, family and significant other for all eternity. =]

What I Would Save From A Burning Building

Thu, 01 Sep 2011 08:48:47 -0400

It is ironic that you assigned this blog the day before I was a part of a large campus on fire. My best friend’s apartment is one of the ones severely damaged in the Orchard Court Fires. I’ve spent my week rummaging through ash, rumble and melted shingles looking for anything that survived. Luckily she was able to save a few clothes and a large amount of dishes. Everything else was ruined. She was not in her building when the fire started so she was unable to grab anything. As we were organizing what we found of hers we discussed at length what each of us would take if we had the chance. I decided if my house was burning down I would grab a couple of things.

The first thing I would do is make sure my fiancé, my puppy, all of my friends and family were out of the house. If I knew my family and my puppy were safe the objects I would grab would be my yellow comforter, my fiancé’s wedding ring, my box of our important documents, my camera and my hard drive. I would grab my yellow comforter; it’s not really a comforter, it’s really my giant yellow baby blanket and now that I’m old enough I pass it off as a comforter but I’ve had it since I got my first “big girl bed”. It has now been signed by almost everyone I’ve ever come across. I have friends that I have lost signatures, as well as family members Happy Birthday messages, the corners have been chewed away by my old family dog. It’s a ratty, ugly, sometimes considered smelly, object but it is literally my entire past all kept in one place.

I would grab my fiancé’s wedding band because it is irreplaceable. Last year his father passed away and left Shawn his wedding ring. His father’s ring is what Shawn will wear as his own once we’re married. This is something that could never be replaced so I would make sure I left with it. It is probably what my fiancé considers his most prized possession and that makes it one of mine as well.

I would grab the box of our important documents because it has everything from our passports, to birth certificates to Verizon wireless bills. Everything that identifies us as humans is in that box. It isn’t sentimental but it would make getting ourselves back on our feet a lot easier.

I would grab my camera but for a lot less emotional reason. I would grab it simply because I am a photographer and this is not something I would want to miss. My hard drive is the last thing I would grab because it has every picture I have ever taken since I was in middle school on it. It is something I would never want to lose or be destroyed. It is my entire career and history of photography, from my first digital one shot camera to my biggest college photography project I’ve done yet, in a little black box.

Even though I love all of these objects a lot and they all are a strong part of who I am as a person I would never put any of them before making sure my fiancé, my family and friends, and my puppy were safe and sound.

P.s my camera is actually in the shop so the pictures shown below are of my me and my blanket, my fiance, myself and my puppy, and me and my family.