Can you know in three days if you love someone?
I think it just depends on the people, like rather or not you believe in "love at first sight" or not.
What makes someone a "hottie" to you?
Someone that displays confidence in themselves but are not cocky about it. Also someone with a good smile.
Dan's family is very involved in getting him to date again. How involved do you think family should be in your relationships? Your involvement in theirs?
If you grow up in a really close tight knit family then they should have some involvement in your relationships, because if you guys are that close and they don't get along with your date then there's probably a reason.
Describe your perfect day.
On a perfect day, the winds would be less than 14 mph and the clouds would be higher than 4,000 feet. Those are the requirements to go solo skydiving at my drop zone. An even better day would be if the jumps were free.
Are teenagers pretty hard on their parents?
I don't think that all parents are hard on their parents or that it is all the time, but I do think we all have our moments. Sometimes we just want our parents to see our side of different situations when in reality we aren't looking at their side of it. Those things happen a lot in my house anyway.
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Window Poem
Through the drive-thru window I see a group of teenagers collecting money to pay for their meals. To my left is the next window at which they will receive their food. Right behind the people at my window is a lady with her money already hanging out of her car. Today is different, people are being patient with each other and not complaining as much. Maybe it's the weather. It's sunny and 75. If I look far enough into the distance then I can see the road that I can take to go home. Just one more hour.
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Future so Bright
Interesting ideas from the presentation
Question about something discussed
- It takes an entire month to put together a magazine.
- "phony pictures" are added in place of the actual ones (before they are taken) so that others can view the creators ideas.
- They do not have a legal team.
- How many people work for 417 magazine?
- Is there a lot of conflict as to what goes in each issue?
Why I would work for 417 Magazine
Where I'd like to be in...
- The staff all seemed friendly.
- The building itself had an inviting atmosphere.
- Everyone seemed very welcoming.
a: 1 year: I wish to be in OTC at this time, and have my skydiving license.
b: 5 years: Finishing up collage at MSU.
c: 10 years: Have a job other than McDonald's, maybe be a skydiving instructor.
d: 50 years: Be retired or close to it, and still be able to support myself.
Monday, February 29, 2016
Newspaper Inspired Piece
I heard it on the street that Abraham Lincoln had a son that no one knew about, and that this son of his was a slave and that's why Abe had a desire to free the slaves. It's weird how conversations get so mixed up in translation. Life is just a giant game of telephone. You never know who or what you can trust and that is kind of messed up. I think that the world is going downhill fast and we need to move to mars or something. 
Memorable Passage
“I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.” -Twilight
I went through a phase in like 6th grade when I was obsessed with Twilight. Looking back now I wonder what was going on in my head at that time. I really liked the quote that I put above and honestly I still do. I try to find the positives in the negatives and I feel like this quote does that as well.
I went through a phase in like 6th grade when I was obsessed with Twilight. Looking back now I wonder what was going on in my head at that time. I really liked the quote that I put above and honestly I still do. I try to find the positives in the negatives and I feel like this quote does that as well.
Writers as Readers
1.) When I read I need to be doing something else also. I can't just sit down and read a book. I need to be riding in a car, listening to music, snacking, walking around, etc.
2.) I'm 18 years old but I still like children's books. Children have such wide imaginations and children's books tend to reflect that. I guess that's why I like reading them. There is also the fact that I am not much of a reader.
6.) I do not remember who taught me how to read or when I learned how to read, but I do remember how frustrating it was for me to learn the ABC's. I also remember pretending that I knew how to read by just telling my parents what the story was about while holding up the book. Mrs. Vanwinkle was my kindergarten teacher and she helped me a lot with my ABC's and told me that they were hard for her too. That was her little "secret".
9.) When I was reading The Fault in Our Stars I felt sad because, his cancer ended up being worse than hers.
12.) I do think that someone who reads a lot will become a stronger writer. I do not read books very often. The majority of my vocabulary comes from social media sites and text messages. My vocabulary would probably be a lot better if I were to read actual books more. At the same time though I think I learn quite a bit of words from listening to people talk.
2.) I'm 18 years old but I still like children's books. Children have such wide imaginations and children's books tend to reflect that. I guess that's why I like reading them. There is also the fact that I am not much of a reader.
6.) I do not remember who taught me how to read or when I learned how to read, but I do remember how frustrating it was for me to learn the ABC's. I also remember pretending that I knew how to read by just telling my parents what the story was about while holding up the book. Mrs. Vanwinkle was my kindergarten teacher and she helped me a lot with my ABC's and told me that they were hard for her too. That was her little "secret".
9.) When I was reading The Fault in Our Stars I felt sad because, his cancer ended up being worse than hers.
12.) I do think that someone who reads a lot will become a stronger writer. I do not read books very often. The majority of my vocabulary comes from social media sites and text messages. My vocabulary would probably be a lot better if I were to read actual books more. At the same time though I think I learn quite a bit of words from listening to people talk.
Pillow Talk
I have come to the conclusion that tonight is not going to be filled with dreams, but instead it will be filled with overflowing thoughts. Maybe I'm just thinking too hard about how many hours of sleep I will get if I fall asleep RIGHT NOW. Or maybe I had too much coffee today. Maybe I just can't get comfortable. Who knows? Maybe it's a good thing that I am not sleeping right now, like I'm being saved from a dismal dream. Maybe if I just get up and walk around for while. If thoughts just worked like a light switch then I wouldn't have to worry until the switch went bad. Tomorrow is a big day, but I still have yet to fall asleep. These unorganized thoughts are invading my brain, like a flow of red sauce on spaghetti.. What? Now that I think of it I can't remember if I had dinner. Maybe that's why I can't sleep. This is driving me insane, but it's whatever.
Friday, February 19, 2016
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Dream Threads
Either the lock keeps turning and it won't lock, or the door won't meet the frame and there is a huge gap, making it impossible. Or maybe it's because I am so shaky from being nervous and excited at the same time. I have waited thirteen years for this day. At the age of five, I would jump off of the top bunk with a trash bag and pretended that I was falling thousands of feet instead of just four or so. After I finally figured out the whole door situation, I finished getting ready in no time. I am on my way to pick Cloe up and hoping she won't back out. I kind of pressured her into jumping out of a plane, but I'm not even sorry. We aren't really sure what to do before we head out of town, or what our "last meal" should be. We are driving around then all of a sudden a cop does a U-turn and pulls us over. I've never gotten a speeding ticket before but I guess that is changing today. I tell the officer that I didn't know the speed limit and ask him if that was the problem. He doesn't say anything. Then Cloe tells him that we are just excited to go skydiving today. Still no word from the cop, until he hands me the ticket for almost one hundred dollars and says "have fun kids". Right like getting a 97 dollar ticket is my definition of fun. It's whatever I'm not about to let a ticket ruin today. Subway is right next to us, so we are pulling
in for that last meal. Fast forward, we are in Bolivar at 417 Skydive.We are signing all of the papers and then, finally I am getting into the plane. The door opens and I can't believe this is finally happening, like a dream come true. As I fall, I thought nothing would catch me.
Caged bird inspired poem
I don't know why mistakes act as caged birds,
but they always seem to make a sound.
They scream and scream with their fearful trill,
and then eventually someone opens the doors,
clueless of what lies ahead.
Then they become free again,
destroying everything in their path
without a care.
a good day turned dismal,
without any warning
but hey it's whatever
but they always seem to make a sound.
They scream and scream with their fearful trill,
and then eventually someone opens the doors,
clueless of what lies ahead.
Then they become free again,
destroying everything in their path
without a care.
a good day turned dismal,
without any warning
but hey it's whatever
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
If I were in charge of the world...
If I were in charge of the world,
I'd cancel unsweetened tea,
bean bag chairs,
savings accounts and also...
Donald Trump.
If I were in charge of the World,
there'd be free Netflix for genuinely nice people,
and all the time in the world to watch your favorite shows.
If I were in charge of the world,
you wouldn't have leggings made in XXXL.
You wouldn't have people going to the gym just for the perfect selfie.
You wouldn't have diets that no one actually follows.
Or "watch your calorie intake."
You wouldn't even have calories.
If I were in charge of the world,
a roll of sushi with extra cream cheese would be a vegetable.
Or better yet, all food would be considered "the right choice."
and a person who sometimes forgot where they left their keys,
and sometimes forgot to lock the door behind them,
would still be allowed to be in charge of the world.
I'd cancel unsweetened tea,
bean bag chairs,
savings accounts and also...
Donald Trump.
If I were in charge of the World,
there'd be free Netflix for genuinely nice people,
and all the time in the world to watch your favorite shows.
If I were in charge of the world,
you wouldn't have leggings made in XXXL.
You wouldn't have people going to the gym just for the perfect selfie.
You wouldn't have diets that no one actually follows.
Or "watch your calorie intake."
You wouldn't even have calories.
If I were in charge of the world,
a roll of sushi with extra cream cheese would be a vegetable.
Or better yet, all food would be considered "the right choice."
and a person who sometimes forgot where they left their keys,
and sometimes forgot to lock the door behind them,
would still be allowed to be in charge of the world.
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Maya Angelou Q&A
1.) We talked about the title of Maya Angelou's first autobiography I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. What did Angelou say is the reason a caged bird sings? What does that mean? Do you agree with or understand that idea?
Angelou said that the caged bird sings for freedom. I think this could mean a lot of different things but this time I am going to try and go with a less cliche version. I think that she means when something or someone is holding you back you complain and whine but that doesn't get you anywhere, and that you have to actually try to knock the barriers down. It could also mean that the bird has hope and is singing with happiness that one day her dreams will become true. Maybe the bird is just daydreaming of flying with the flock one day. I guess I don't really understand the idea because I have so many thoughts on what the significance of it all could be. I do think you should stand up for yourself and that you should really try hard to knock down any barriers that get in your way to reach whatever goal you are trying to achieve.
3.) Angelou says she doesn't even like to talk about her bad dreams because talking about them "gives them too much power." Do you think talking about bad dreams or bad news or other bad things (or feeding into the "drama" at school or in life) gives those bad things more power? When have you known this to happen?
I think that talking about bad dreams or other bad things is okay and that you shouldn't bottle every bad thing up inside. I used to do that but then I met my best friend and she helps me get through bad things or helps me laugh about bad dreams later. I think that some bad things are just too strong to keep inside and that it feels better to just tell someone. In my opinion not talking about them is the most power you can give them because when you bottle them up you have no support system to help you and no one knows whats going on.
5.) After going through a major trauma at age seven, Angelou didn't talk for almost five years. Could you live this way? Do you talk too much or too little? What could you learn if you listened more and spoke less? How could you grow as a person by speaking more?
I would not be able to stop talking for almost five years. When I was that age my family would make bets during road trips to see how long I could go without talking. I think my record was three hours but I may have fallen asleep in that. Usually the trip was to see family. As funny as it might seem I only talked in front of my household family. I didn't really care to learn the names of all of my cousins because I have so many and for a while I was the youngest. If I would have talked more at things like family reunions I think I would have better relationships with all of my cousins today. At the same time though the age gaps are pretty big and we all live in different states so that makes it hard too. I usually just got to know them by sitting with my aunts and uncles and listened to them talk about their kids. I guess I don't really know how to answer this question but I'm just going to wing it and say that there is a time to talk and a time to just stay silent. I think what Maya Angelou did was a little over the top but that it was also brave in a way. On those car rides with my family they always tried to get me to talk, so I can't imagine all of the people that tried to get her to talk and rather or not it was hard to stay silent. It's a hard thing to understand.
6.) Angelou says she is comfortable using six or seven languages, has spoken at one time or another as many as twelve, and has been a teacher in at least three. Are you comfortable using another language? Which languages would you like to be fluent in? Why those? Or do you think speaking English is good enough because you live in America and that's all we should need to live here? Why?
As of right now I only know English, and even that gets overwhelming sometimes. I couldn't imagine being fluent in multiple languages. I know the very basics of Spanish but I mean who doesn't? The one language that I really wish I knew is sign language. It's always fascinated me and I feel like it would come in handy. Even if I end up working at McDonald's the rest of my life, because we have some customers that we have to have right down their order and I always feel bad for not knowing how to communicate any other way with them. I don't know of anyone who knows sign language and who would be patient enough to teach me but I sure would like to give it a shot.
Angelou said that the caged bird sings for freedom. I think this could mean a lot of different things but this time I am going to try and go with a less cliche version. I think that she means when something or someone is holding you back you complain and whine but that doesn't get you anywhere, and that you have to actually try to knock the barriers down. It could also mean that the bird has hope and is singing with happiness that one day her dreams will become true. Maybe the bird is just daydreaming of flying with the flock one day. I guess I don't really understand the idea because I have so many thoughts on what the significance of it all could be. I do think you should stand up for yourself and that you should really try hard to knock down any barriers that get in your way to reach whatever goal you are trying to achieve.
3.) Angelou says she doesn't even like to talk about her bad dreams because talking about them "gives them too much power." Do you think talking about bad dreams or bad news or other bad things (or feeding into the "drama" at school or in life) gives those bad things more power? When have you known this to happen?
I think that talking about bad dreams or other bad things is okay and that you shouldn't bottle every bad thing up inside. I used to do that but then I met my best friend and she helps me get through bad things or helps me laugh about bad dreams later. I think that some bad things are just too strong to keep inside and that it feels better to just tell someone. In my opinion not talking about them is the most power you can give them because when you bottle them up you have no support system to help you and no one knows whats going on.
5.) After going through a major trauma at age seven, Angelou didn't talk for almost five years. Could you live this way? Do you talk too much or too little? What could you learn if you listened more and spoke less? How could you grow as a person by speaking more?
I would not be able to stop talking for almost five years. When I was that age my family would make bets during road trips to see how long I could go without talking. I think my record was three hours but I may have fallen asleep in that. Usually the trip was to see family. As funny as it might seem I only talked in front of my household family. I didn't really care to learn the names of all of my cousins because I have so many and for a while I was the youngest. If I would have talked more at things like family reunions I think I would have better relationships with all of my cousins today. At the same time though the age gaps are pretty big and we all live in different states so that makes it hard too. I usually just got to know them by sitting with my aunts and uncles and listened to them talk about their kids. I guess I don't really know how to answer this question but I'm just going to wing it and say that there is a time to talk and a time to just stay silent. I think what Maya Angelou did was a little over the top but that it was also brave in a way. On those car rides with my family they always tried to get me to talk, so I can't imagine all of the people that tried to get her to talk and rather or not it was hard to stay silent. It's a hard thing to understand.
6.) Angelou says she is comfortable using six or seven languages, has spoken at one time or another as many as twelve, and has been a teacher in at least three. Are you comfortable using another language? Which languages would you like to be fluent in? Why those? Or do you think speaking English is good enough because you live in America and that's all we should need to live here? Why?
As of right now I only know English, and even that gets overwhelming sometimes. I couldn't imagine being fluent in multiple languages. I know the very basics of Spanish but I mean who doesn't? The one language that I really wish I knew is sign language. It's always fascinated me and I feel like it would come in handy. Even if I end up working at McDonald's the rest of my life, because we have some customers that we have to have right down their order and I always feel bad for not knowing how to communicate any other way with them. I don't know of anyone who knows sign language and who would be patient enough to teach me but I sure would like to give it a shot.
Friday, January 29, 2016
Blue
The Colors of your Emotions
Once upon a time there was a little monster who had blue tears falling from his eyes. He was crying because he was cyan. His whole family was perriwinkle but he was not. They would not accept him. His whole family had been the same color for years and years. They couldn’t figure out why he was so different.
One day when his family was being especially mean to him he turned red. He was very angry and couldn’t figure out why he was turning a new color. This had never happened before. His family didn’t know why he was turning mahogany. The angrier he got, the darker he got. They wouldn’t stop making fun of him. He decided right then and there that he would run away from home and he would find other monsters who would appreciate him.
After a while his journey started to wear on him and he started turning a shade of green. He became exhausted and sad. As his journey went on his color got all the way to pine. He was very disappointed on his findings. Until one day, over the horizon he saw something. He saw many different colors all over the place. He decided to see what it was.
He didn’t know it at the time, but he was going to turn yellow. Once he finally got to there the rainbow of colors were at, he found a community of monsters just like him. They didn’t stay the same color all the time. They changed colors according to their emotions just like the little monster! He turned the brightest shade of aureolin anyone has ever seen. He was finally happy. He found where he belonged at last and lived happily ever after in his community of rainbows. Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Color All Around
Acrostic
Endless hours of hard work,
School work still needing to be done
Procrastinating has gone too far
Reaching for my white chocolate mocha with not one but two
Extra shots of espresso, this homework might actually have a
Shot at being completed thanks to
Starbucks who always makes me
Oddly satisfied to become
Broke and
Excited to check my empty bank account
And then count spare change for another round with
No regrets
Haiku #1
The littlest rose,
has the biggest heart's content,
in the whole garden.
Haiku #2
Not a lot of good
hearts living here these days
but it's whatever
Haiku #3
Magenta lipstick
on your grandma's wrinkly face
now on your cheek... gross
Free Verse
Standing on the amidship,
deep inside the Amalfi,
I spot the silhouette of a girl on a bicycle,
as we sail closer I realize the bike looks oddly familiar,
probably because it's my blue bike that went missing
months ago
oh well it's whatever I have a sail boat now
so who's the real winner here?
Narrative Acrostic
Beginning this
Long long journey,
Unsure where this road will lead but not too
Eager to find out
Because I like the mystery of
It all and not being stuck in the same old
Cycle of my daily routine
Yes some structure is good but nothing comes
Close to the
Lose feeling of no responsibilities and
Endless possibilities
Endless hours of hard work,
School work still needing to be done
Reaching for my white chocolate mocha with not one but two
Extra shots of espresso, this homework might actually have a
Shot at being completed thanks to
Starbucks who always makes me
Oddly satisfied to become
Broke and
Excited to check my empty bank account
And then count spare change for another round with
No regrets
Haiku #1
The littlest rose,
has the biggest heart's content,
in the whole garden.
Haiku #2
Not a lot of good
hearts living here these days
but it's whatever
Haiku #3
Magenta lipstick
on your grandma's wrinkly face
now on your cheek... gross
Free Verse
Standing on the amidship,deep inside the Amalfi,
I spot the silhouette of a girl on a bicycle,
as we sail closer I realize the bike looks oddly familiar,
probably because it's my blue bike that went missing
months ago
oh well it's whatever I have a sail boat now
so who's the real winner here?
Narrative Acrostic
Beginning this
Long long journey,
Unsure where this road will lead but not too
Eager to find out
Because I like the mystery of
It all and not being stuck in the same old
Cycle of my daily routine
Yes some structure is good but nothing comes
Close to the
Lose feeling of no responsibilities and
Endless possibilities
Monday, January 25, 2016
Tennis ball
Nursing homes are usually not somewhere I want to be. They are filled with confused stinky old people. Disappointment all around. Except for this one nursing home. The one in which takes care of Mildred Cleona Binder Rosell. I would volunteer to live in it if that was an option. That woman laughs and cracks jokes, changing the mood as soon as she wheels into the room. She is constantly turning every situation into a positive one. You can hear her smile in her voice. 90 years old and still as cute as ever. She had 11 kids, 5 girls and 6 girls. It must have been hard to have so many but i'm so glad that she did, because my dad is the youngest son, number 10. I couldn't live without him, literally.
My grandma lived here in Springfield when I was younger. I didn't think about it much at the time, but I took her presence for granted. She lives in Washington state and I'm still stuck here in Missouri. Once in a blue moon I get to visit her and the last time I saw her I had gone to Walmart to buy some tennis balls to juggle. She has had too many eye surgeries to count and can hardly see, but somehow she could see the tennis balls flying around. Now every time I talk to her she asks if I'm still tossing balls around. And then she tells me about all the gossip she overheard at the nurses station. She always tells me that if I don't become a nurse she will come back and haunt me dies. That won't be so bad though.
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