Reflecting on Writing Autobiography
As i reread my revised autobiography, I realized that over this semester I have grown as a writer. I still love to write. However, now I am more conscious about having a thesis that stands as the backbone and body paragraphs to stem 0ut from it. I still hate research and probably will for the rest of my life. I can’t stand all the time it takes to research stuff. I also hate dealing with all the different sides of the matter.
Add a comment November 30, 2009
Thanksgiving
My favorite thing about Thanksgiving is spending the evening decorating for Christmas. I always put my tree up after Thanksgiving Dinner and put all my decorations out all over my room. It gets the holiday spirit going and gets all the Christmas songs running through my head constantly.
Add a comment November 27, 2009
thesis
Paper 2: I did not actually have a written thesis for this paper, because I couldn’t figure out how to work it all into one sentence. After class on Wednesday I came up with a thesis for this paper–
Thesis: The novel Forever by Judy Blume is one book that should not be banned, but in order to make this judgement one must understand censorship and apply it to the novel.
Paper 3:
I chose to write on a passion, which I chose music as mine.
Thesis: From Burleson Church of Christ to Hamilton Elementary, no matter what memory is pulled out of my deepest, most sacred moments in life, music is in some way involved.
Add a comment November 13, 2009
seasons of love
My favorite season is fall… Particularly, the latter part, right before winter actually begins. This time of the year holds so many of my dearest memories. Memories of long sweet conversations on the porch swing in his black and gold letterman’s jacket. The brisk November night-time air stealing our heat, forcing us to pull closer to each other just to keep warm. Those were the days! It was so easy to trust then. Sometimes it helps just to think back to these “autumn memories”, the time before heartache and tears. When I allow myself to go back to the moment that I knew I loved him, I truly can believe that the “end” was worth it, because I experienced the beginning. However, these memories are only “real” admist the changing leaves as they dive to the ground through the chilled crisp wind.
Add a comment November 13, 2009
Halloween 2009
This Halloween, like most, I did not do anything special. I am not particularly a fan of Halloween, therefore I do not go out of my way to celebrate. I spent the whole Halloween weekend working. I was off Friday and decided to go to a costume party at the Sigma Nu house, but I did not dress up, and left after only being there for maybe and hour. Saturday, I worked a double, which began at 11:15 a.m. and ended around 10 p.m. Sunday was the same story. The double began at 10:45 and ended approximately 10:30-10:45. By the time I got off work, both Saturday and Sunday, I was too tired to do anything major.
1 comment November 6, 2009
Fear!!!
My biggest fear, on Earth, is by far CLOWNS!! I am deathly, and I mean deathly afraid of them. When I see a clown, or something that closely resembles a clown, I will go into panic mode, to the extreme. By extreme we are talking, crying, my heart races out of my chest and I will not be able to sleep at all that night. It is nothing for me to wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares dealing with clowns, for no reason. In this situation, I am always terrified to go back to sleep, so i will sit in my bed with my knees tucked under my chin, and covers pulled up nearly over my eyes. I will remain in this position until the sun rises to bring a new day, or I doze off only to have another nightmare.
7 comments October 30, 2009
super power
If I could have any super power, i would be able to read minds. No one would ever be able to take advantage of me or lie to me. All the trouble of having to learn to “trust” someone would be gone. Why would you have to trust them if you could just tune right in to their thoughts. Sweet, huh?
Add a comment October 23, 2009
Music Makes the World Go ‘Round
Webster defines passion as a strong liking or desire to some activity, object, or concept. I can truly say that I am passionate about one thing and that is music. All of my life people say that when they met me, they noticed two specific characteristics immediately. One of these is that I am always smiling, and the other is that I am always singing, humming, or whistling. My dad used to say that I was singing full songs before I could speak in full sentences. From Burleson Church of Christ to Hamilton Elementary, no matter what memory is pulled from down deep in sacred moments of my life, music is, in some way or another, involved.
Throughout my years in school, music played an essential part. I can remember on my first day of Kindergarten, and the whole class full of scared little children gathered in a circle, on a rug that displayed streets and buildings, and the teacher taught us several songs that we would never forget. “Heads, shoulders, knees, and toes” will forever remind me of Mrs. Huff and the moment my fears of leaving my mother began to fade. In first grade, the first time that I had to move my behavior marker, was because I went to the restroom and while I was in there a song from the movie “The Pebble and the Penguin” popped in my head. I was singing in the bathroom at the top of my lungs and Mrs. Simmons had to come in there. She said, “Young lady we would all love to sit and listen to you sing for the remainder of the day, but you are holding up my class. Don’t forget to move your marker for causing a disturbance when you go back in the classroom.” I was so embarrassed. My teacher in third grade, Mrs. Hargett, made us sing songs every morning, and as the year went on she would ask several of us to sing on our own occasionally. It took me no time at all to create a list of songs that I would sing for my class throughout the year. In high school I was in the Hackleburg High School Chorus, for three years. I was soprano section leader and feature soloist for two years and alto section leader and feature soloist my senior year. During my time in the chorus I always expected to overcome a fear that has remained with me throughout my life, stage fright. However, even though I sang numerous solos, duets, and trios, I never quite conquered the fear.
In the spring of my senior year at Hackleburg High School, I decided that I would try out for Choir at UAHuntsville. After my tryout I made the women’s choir, but I decided about a week before school started that I did not want to commit to it this year. I much rather hold onto my passion and love it forever than get discouraged or burnt out. Also, I was hoping to get a scholarship from the choir, but when I didn’t get financial aid, I realized that I would have to pay more just to be in the choir so I dropped it.
Some of my best memories with music come from Maywood Christian Camp on long hot summer days. I have been going to church camp at MCC since before I was even old enough to stay the night. When I was four years old I would get up and go with my grandma each morning, during the week of camp, and spend the singing, playing sports, and participating in various activities that focused on worshipping the Lord. As I got older it was a priority to go to camp every year. Maywood has remained my favorite place in the world ever since my first year as a day-camper, when I was four. When someone mentions Maywood, the image of an old rugged pavilion surrounded by trees, bolstering heat and humidity, summer showers, and sounds of beautiful a cappela singing flood my memory. The songs we sing at Maywood are the crutch that keeps standing sometimes. When everything seems to be going wrong, the words “Lord, be there for me when I fall. Be there for me when I call. Be there for me, Dear Lord” immediately repeat over and over in my head. Each morning when I get out of the bed a song from camp comes to mind and it will be the theme of my day; throughout the day I reflect on the song and sing it over and over. To me, there is nothing better than worshipping the Lord through music. As a member of the Church of Christ, I am used to not using any instruments in worship, but I am not necessarily sure if I believe that it is wrong to use instruments. I feel out of place when I visit denominations where instrumental music is used, but I think it is just because I am used to a cappela and the beautiful blend between parts.
Music is my escape from the world. When I am having a bad day, I love to get in my car and turn on the music as loud as possible and sing at the top of my lungs. Often the lyrics of songs inspire me, guide me, and soothe me. Many times instead of asking others for advice, I find it much easier just to enjoy some good music and eventually my problems begin to fade. I also give advice in the form of lyrics most of the time. Since music helps me through my struggles, it just comes natural to pass it on to others. It is normal for me to restart a song over and over, gradually analyzing each line of the song, so that I can fully understand the meaning of the song and apply it to my life.
4 comments October 16, 2009
Fall Break- Adventure Driving =)
For my Fall break I went back to my home town, Hackleburg for the weekend. My plans were to go home rest up and get caught up on my homework, but it didnt go this way. I went home Wednesday afternoon as soon as I got out of class. When I got there I went to church and spent the rest of the evening with all of my friends. Thursday morning my best friend Paige and I got up early and went shopping and got our nails done. It makes me realize how much I miss being able to drop everything and just go have a girls day out. When we got back from shopping in florence, we went to the Hackleburg High School football game at Brilliant. It was an awesome ballgame with a final score of 42-7. The Hackleburg Panthers of course won! On the way back to my house we decided that we were going to take pictures while I was driving. I know this was an extremely dangerous and stupid thing to do, but at the time it sounded so fun. I set the cruise control and we took the pictures, which were incredibly hilarious. When I got to the turn that goes to my house, I noticed that the car two vehicles up from mine, was my mom and dad. I started freaking out because I just knew that they had seen me and were going to take my car away, but they didn’t even know I was behind them. The rest of the weekend was spent just hanging out with my family. I love the feeling that comes with seeing my little brothers take off running from my grandparents house ,I come flying around the curve, to see me. It is like for once I feel like they love me and don’ t want to make my life miserable by putting grapes in my shoes or bugs in my purse.
1 comment October 15, 2009
Rain Pouring on Cloud #9
My best and worst break up are actually the same relationship. I dated a guy from my hometown all the way through high school. I met Chris my seventh grade year, which is when high school began in the small town of Hackleburg, Alabama. We began dating fall of that year and dated most all of five years. I ended the relationship in August of my senior year. Why? In the spring of my junior year, Chris left our small town to go work up North on the pipelines. He was only supposed to have been gone about 6 weeks but that turned into more and more as the time went on. While he was gone I had all his bills set up to come to my house where I simply would handle the payments for him, which worked well at first, then he decided that he wanted to start spending his money elsewhere. Well what is wrong with him spending his money? Nothing, if he ws spending it on legal things. I found out after he had been gone for about two and a half months that he had started taking drugs, but i only found this out after I discovered he was cheating on me!! I was devastated! Not only was he “the love of my life” but also I knew he was slowly killing himself and he didnt even realize it. He kept sayinghe didnt have a problem and that he could quit whenever he wanted to. I tried to help him and when he came home, I even snuck around to see him, but I woke up and realized that if I stayed with him, I would be doing nothing but hurting myself. I officially ended things with him, but he will not quit. He still calls and texts me all the time. I had a missed call from him last night, actually. I keep thinking that one day he will give up but it has been over a year now, and he is still hanging in there. I guess that is what drugs will do to you; i seriously think he believes that we are still together. Ok, so how can this be the best and worst break-up? It is the best because I know how much I would have been giving up if I would not have called it quits with Chris. It took time for me to realize it, but now that I have had time to get over him, I can truly see that I am better without him. It is the worst because I was miserable. Not only did he rip away my trust, but he also developed a problem that is serious and he denies it. I just know that one day I am going to get a phone call telling me that someone has found him and that he had an overdose. This still kills me to think about, but all I can do is pray that somehow God will reach him and he will change. It would never result in us getting back together, but I would love to know that he straightened up his life and could someday have a family and a life.
Add a comment October 12, 2009
