week 5

today is Sept. 23, 2009 today is going to be probably one of the hardest days for me and my best friend. Today is the 2 year anniversy of my best friend's mom's death, her mom was probably one of the strongest people I have ever known she died of cancer and a very bad infection that shuts down the organs one by one. This woman was my hero simply because no matter how much pain she was in she always had a smile on her face. She would always tell me that i was the strongest person she knew but in all reality she was the strongest person i knew. She was truly my hero she was like a second mom to me.

week 4 my writing so far

These past few weeks at ICC have really helped me become better at my writing not only because we have to write a lot of papers, but because so many things go on here that since I like to write poems about my day I have written a lot lately. Now weather they are any good or not I don’t know, my boyfriend says they are, of course I don’t know if he is just being nice or what. My sentence structure still needs a lot of work but other than that I think I am improving a lot. I’m really excited to start on our next paper for English class I feel that I will do my best on it because we get to choose the topic of what we write. I love the fact that we get to choose the topic because it’s something new to me I’m so used to being told what to write about and I tend to get really bored with what I’m writing if I’m not interested in the subject so I don’t do well on the paper, but I have a feeling that I will do fairly well on this next paper.

week 3 blog

In my theatre class we are watching the production Hamlet. Hamlet to most is very confusing, I know it is for me, Shakespeare in general was a very confused man his writing are the most well know and most taught in school across the world. Much like Shakespeare I become very confused when I write the only thing I write about is things that happen to me during the day or if I’m in school I’m told what to write. I’ve never really been able to write a paper about whatever I want in school it’s all really different for me being in an English class and being able to write what I want to write about.

Entry #2: Case Study: Yourself as a Writer (Your Reflection)

Me as writer, well I never really considered myself a writer. I mean I like to write but I don’t just sit there and think to myself “I think I’m going to write something today”, I’m more of the type of person to just be doing something or say something and think it could be turned in to something like a poem or a song. Then I’ll write it down and say it a couple of times then I’ll turn it in to something. That’s one thing a lot of people don’t know about me is, I love writing poems. Poetry to me is a way of getting away from all of the bad things that go on in a day, but I don’t consider myself a poet. I guess you could say I am still trying to find myself as a writer. Same thing goes with my song writing, I love to do it but I don’t consider myself a songwriter I just write what I feel and turn it in to something. For example my 7th grade year my English teacher was having us write a lot of different types of poems. One particular type inspired me and that was narrative poems as I sat in the class thinking about what to write about, I didn’t even realize I had already began writing on my piece of paper. By the time I was done my teacher had been reading over my shoulder the whole time she had me read out loud in class I was really surprised when I was done everyone clapped and told me what a good job I had done. The next day my teacher announced that we were going to have our 1st annual poetry night at my grade school and she asked me if I would read my poem, and of course I said I would. The poem I wrote when I was 12 years old is still sitting in my mom’s room right below a picture of my brother who died at birth. If you don’t mind I would like to share that vary poem with you.

There was a woman who had a son
Who knew his life would soon be done?
This boy’s name was Zach
That was for a fact
This boy my brother
This woman my mother
My mom always says she wishes he would come back
Even though I did not know you
I still love you
We think about you each and every day
So I just wanted to say
We miss you Zach
We miss you my big brother Zach

In loving memory of Zachary David Christian
June 10, 1988