Week 15

The semester came on strong.  The fact is, that it isn’t just one class you need to get the swing of but some 5 or 6 or 7.  Five classes is what I had to deal with and the toughest part is the beginning and the end.   Off to a rocky start, with the class, I  had the little snag which I began working off another English class.  Working together, we got everything all tweaked and as they say, no harm no foul.  Back on track and doing the right class it was like learning to swim by jumping into the deep end.  With our first writing being your strengths and weakness’s, I knew I was not a strong writer but have the makings of.
I never told any people this but when I was in elementary school I was in the middle of quite a little book.  I was up to around seventy pages and it was a fiction book about fantasy dungeon and dragon style world.  I was so into the book and the only one who knew was my parents.  They really cheered me on to write it and was so proud of me.  I lost the book.  I was so upset and tried re-writing it with what I remembered but couldn’t do it.  It wasn’t the same.  I wish I could find that book and continue it.  I really enjoyed it.  Every time I would start writing it I would be almost living the story.  It was an incredible feeling of accomplishment.  That would be my dream to find that book and finish it.
With the class pretty much over I became a much stronger writer I believe.  I have another English class I am taking along with this one and it was a teacher I have previously had.  No names but she is tough, Lesley Gillis (cough).  She is great and really makes you work but is completely fair. Between both of you great teachers, I have overcome a lot of writing fears.  I will always remember the comment you made to me which, can work for me or against me, was the fact I start writing before I have an idea of where I am ultimately going with the work.  With Lesley, she always tells me its not what I say, it’s how I say it.  In other words, don’t be fancy with wording just get my ideas across clearly.  I think those are the two hardships which I need to over come to really be where I want to be as a writer.  As I said in the beginning of the class, I wish I had a vast word base.  My words are basic words and I don’t really know fancy big words.  It makes me feel like I am lacking or stupider then other classmates.
I had great experiences in this class.  I told stories which could make me look like a bad person but I am really not.  I have done things, as others have to, in which I regret but I can’t turn back the clock. I liked the idea how the class was true life personal stories.  It brought up a lot of memories or things I haven’t touched on.  It was a little different then other English classes where it was more, read something and analyze it.  I like free writing but sometimes life experience all can go so far.  I love doing more non-fiction writing.  Through out the course I had trouble getting all the writing done due to time.  I am not a kid out of high school.  I am a thirty year old married man with two kids, a job, and other things going on.  I dug my heels in and got the most I could out of the class.  Thanks.
The class is a great class and you shouldn’t change a thing.  You are a great teacher and writer who is very forgiving and helpful which I think all teachers should take after.  You should be able to expect more out of a college student but also all college students are kids out of high school whose mommies pay for their school, car, living expenses and everything else.  A lot of college students don’t have the time which is needed so I think it’s a great thing when there is teachers such as you whom work with and not against the student.  I appreciate all the positive and negative feedback from the class. If you have any finally thing to tell me to help me grow more as a writer or any feedback please tell me.  Good or bad it all goes to the cause.  The cause, meaning, me as a writer.

Week 14

Everyone has a drug probably to one point or another. A drug problem isn’t just the stereotypical crack, heroin and other hard core drugs.  A drug problem can be a dependency on any man made substance.  It can be the older person to taking the Bayer low dose to a child taking a daily Flintstone vitamin which we all have taken at some point in time in our lives.  The yummy little vitamins we all can eat like candy flies under the radar as being a drug addict.  Everyone has one of these people in your family or is one themselves.
A hundred years ago or even less you would never see people taking vitamins just to live.  It really isn’t necessary.  How come people decided all of a sudden people need to take a aspirin or a vitamin or something else?   Some people with heart burn have pocket full’s of pills.  Instead of just relaxing for a day or two they are sipping some day quill.   How could we have gotten to this point in our lives to rely so greatly on medicine.  Our body can care for itself.  We do or did at one point in time had immune systems.
People want to live forever but is it safe for themselves to take on a drug habit to survive.  It does allow people to live long and more healthy lives but what about the environment.  Soon, scientist will create a way to lengthen our life to an extreme.   With more people in the world then in anytime in history.  This means our mother Earth is being destroyed at an alarming rate.  How and where is all our water coming from.  How and where is our food going to come from?  Better yet, where is our garbage going to go?  It boggles the mind thinking of.
Something needs to happen in order to live this long drugged up lives.  Soon other disturbing things will happen.  Humans evolve and soon we will evolve into having  no immune system due to the medicine will replace it.  It is a crazy thought to think we may soon have no immune system due to the fact we are a medicine dependant animal.  Hopefully we all find some kind of happy medium for our children’s sake.

Week 14

Another year has gone by and everyone knows what time of year it is.  This time of year was Christmas and to many it can be a dream come true.  The smiles that it can put upon someone’s face can be an incredible feat of happiness.  Everyone can appreciate the feeling they get when Santa Claus comes to town, most everyone anyways.   This year was like any other for a young boy named Nicco.  Three years young, he really didn’t have many expectations or really know what to expect.  With great parents as he had, he knew something great was to happen.  He was told about this fictitious man in red dropping off presents to everybody’s house.  How could it be.  Well, it is.   Nicco’s house was just another stop and he was sure to get presents because of what a great kid he was.  The build up of Christmas is just as big as the actual day.  Nicco and his cousins actually getting together as families should.  Singing songs, decorating the tree, presents, and of course the winter weather which includes snowman and sledding.  As Christmas Eve was slipping by, Nicco prepared the night with by putting out cookies and milk.  He was so excited to see if Santa would really eat them.  He also left a carrot out for the reindeer.  As he fell quickly to sleep he possibly dreamed of many toys.  The next day arrived quickly and his eyes fluttered awake as he pounced on his parents.  The woke quickly to say in that high pitch excited voice, “Merry Christmas Nicco, I love you so much.”  They all gathered in the living room to what was to be a great day of family, presents, and playing.