Week 8A. Yearly Awards.

Most Interesting Part of This Class: I'd have to say the whole entire thing has been an interesting experience. If we're talking learning wise, both doing the peoms, and the stories were interesting, but if we're talking about in class and being off subject interesting? Now all that's intesting.
Most Boring/Useless Part of This Class: The most boring thing in pretty much any classes is taking notes, I have to say it's really boring. But we didn't take a whole entire block to do notes, so it wasn't so bad.
Hardest I Laughed in This Class: There's been a lot of times I've laughed real hard in this class. I'd have to say one I can remember is when Brigs was telling a story about having to clean up the bathroom's when he was in college for his job. Then there was that blog of Mitch's that cracked me up...the top ten reasons why Besty doesn't come to school...very witty. Sorry Besty, but it was hilarious. :)
Thing That I Learned That Will Be Most Useful to Know in the Real World: I think everything I've learned in this class will be useful. I plan on persuing some kind of carreer in what we've been learning, so a lot of this will benefit me somehow.
Best Thing About Brigs as a Teacher: There are a lot of things that are amazing about Brigs. I'd have to say a few things that are amazing about him is how he's pretty layed back, not stern, not here to just pile us with homework, but actually have us learn. And when we don't understand things, he actually makes an effort to help us understand.
Thing Brigs Could do to Make This Class Better For Future Classes: Overall it's been a cool class. I can't really think of much that I would say to change. The only thing I can say that I didn't like in this class, was those damn treasure word quizes being on Monday. I mean the weekend came, I forgot about a quiz being Monday..and then there I go getting a bad grade on it...That's about all I can think about that I think should be changed.

Week 7A. Snopes.

Hair does not grow back thicker, or darker.


Okay that right there is unbelievable. I really thought it did. All my life that's what I was told, that it would. Then I come to that dang site and it proves that it's wrong. So I've always been told that it would, so a long while back before I started shaving my legs, I never wanted to because I thought that if I didn't shave them for a while they'd end up looking like gorilla hair because it grows back darker and thicker. There were a few things I saw on urban legends that blew my mind, I was reading an artical about this guy who was running away from the police on a rooftop and he jumped off the roof, and his head got poked through a fence, and his body ripped off from his head, picture's and everything. It was prooved to be real, which is quite sad for the guy, but at the same time, real unbelievable. It just goes to show to NEVER jump off a rooftop by a fense!

Week 6A. Looking Forward.

So tonight I'm suppose to go into Bloomington and meet up with a few friends. That's what I'm looking forward to tonight. I'm also looking forward to tomorrow night also, I'm going to a quinceañera with the same people I'm hanging out with tonight. Sunday is Mothers Day..I work that day, so I don't see much of what I'm going to enjoy. I'm thinking about taking my mother out for something, but she doesn't enjoy going out to eat anymore since they did that whole smoking ban everywhere. So maybe I'll just cook something for her that night instead. After I graduate I'm looking forward to going to college, and basically getting where I want to be in life. Maybe it's not the most amazing thing to look forward to, but it's something I want to accomplish. For the most part, I'm looking forward to my whole intire life ahead of me. I don't plan on rushing it anytime soon, because it's flying by fast as it is already. But this weekend is something I'm looking forward to right now! :]

Week 5A. Top Ten.

I'll come back to this one.

Week 4A. Internal Conflict.

I cannot really think of an internal conflict that I'd like to share, but I'll share it anyway. Lately I've been thinking about what I want to do in a couple years, and what I want to major in when I go to college. It seems like once I find out what I want to do with my life, and I plan on sticking to it, someone in my family has to critisize it, then I have to think of something else. I've always liked writing, I even like taking English classes, which is what I want to persue myself in, but then I have to hear about how there's no jobs around this area for that, and that it doesn't pay enough, blah blah blah. So lately I've been fighting a lot of my family about what I'm doing when I graduate. So now I constantly battle myself in my mind, thinking of the pro's and con's about my choices. I guess how I could fix this is either by changing things so it makes them happy, or just do what makes myself happy. Either way it seems like I lose this battle.

Week 3A.Ideal Mate.

So I'd have to say after looking at their personality, I usually have to look at how someone lifestyle is. Which in my case, I think my ideal person would have to be a guy who either goes to college after graduating, or getting a really decent job. That's something I look for. Their personality just has to be somewhat easy to tolerate, I don't want someone who is pissed off all the time, but I also don't want someone who is always playful, so I want a guy who's got a bit of playfulness, seriousness, but at the same time is kind. Looks are really a big thing with me, because even when someone isn't a total eyecatcher, if the way they act is decent, their looks begin to grow on me, which is how I've always been. But I'd have to say in the looks department, they'd have to be the type of person who takes care of theirselves, which means not someone who NEVER showers. ........To be continued!

Week 2A, My Cast.

So my cast would have to consist of a few of my siblings, and of course my parents. To start off I'd probably cast my dad as George Lopez, considering he's amazing, and just because I don't know any Greek famous people that are cool enough to say! So along with George Lopez being my dad, I figured the person my mom would look the most like would have to be Belita Moreno (Benny of GL) Yes a bit weird with the age difference, but you know, it doesn't have to be perfect. So along with those, I'd have my brother, I'd probably have to cast my brother as Carlos Mencia, if you've seen it before, then looked at my brother, you'd see an exact replica of Carlos there. It's a perfect match. So there's my sister, the person I could see her being played by is Mandy Moore just because she's cool. And me? I'll have to get back to you on that one. But I guess you could say the whole plot of the movie would have to be getting put in a town full of 100% WHITE people, and us being the only different race, of course it'd have to be a comedy, so I'm pretty sure you can let your mind trail off and think about how funny it would be in the end of it all.

Week 1A.

If I could do one thing differently in my life, I think it would of been when I stopped working during the last summer towards the end. I say this because at the time, I was saving up for a car, working a lot of days, and constantly putting the money into my bank account. I did this for a little over half the summer, then when I found out that my mom was going to refuse to put me on her plan for the insurance, I just kind of stopped saving. I knew that there was no way I would ever be able to pay 400 a month for insurance, so there wasn't any point to keep on saving. Months past, I was frusterated to the fact I was still riding the bus to school, espectually in the winter since the Camaro I'm able to drive, isn't too great on snow. It would have changed my life in a lot of ways, because instead of waking up mad knowing I was able to drive to school, I could have hopped into my car, and drove away care free. It would have stopped a lot of fights between my mother and I, and I know if I had the money upfront for the car, she wouldn't be able to say no. In the end it still all worked out fine, I drive the Camaro, and I'm saving up more now every weekend so I'm able to get my complete own car sometime in the near future.

Week 9: Spring

The smell of spring reminds me of many different things really, it's one of those relieving scents that finally tell you that the cold months are starting to be over, and the hot months are beginning to roll in. Spring has always been a reminder of my home. In the spring, when we clean at home, we always open all the windows, and doors letting the fresh breeze come in. Nothings a better feeling than going out at night, then coming back into a completely clean house that has the lingering scent of the fresh breeze that was traveling through it all day. It's those Spring days that you're able to step outside without having to put a coat on, that make you glad that it isn't winter. It's nice when you're finally able to go outside and not have to be cooped up in a house for months because of the ice and snow. Spring reminds me of many different things, but most of all, I'm just glad it's finally getting here.

Week 8: 2:08

Ever since I can remember, when I use a microwave, I always put it on the same time. 2:08. It didn't matter if it was only suppose to be in there for ten seconds, I still click it to where it's 2:08. If it's suppose to be in there for thirty...then I just stay by the microwave and click in 2:08 everytime. In my house we have a stairwell....I'm betting you can guess what I do. Of course, I just finally stopped recently, but back in the day I used to count the steps as I went down. I'd start at two because there's the step that you take before you hit the stairs, and I'd end at 18. Then I ended up counting the lines in the road...the orange cones on the streets...the trees...the lines in the sidewalks...I got to the point where I was counting everything as I passed by. It was a habit, that finally broke a while back. I also have a constant habit of shaking my legs. When I'm sitting down, I'm usually shaking my legs. I've been doing it for years, and I suppose you can say it's some kind of comfort I get from it. When I'm walking with another person, I HAVE to be on the left side. No matter what. I can't stand being on the right side of people, unless there's someone else on the there side of me. Making me in the middle. There's a lot of odd things I do, I couldn't even count them all. But at least I know that if I ever go blind, I won't ever fall down my staircase!!

Week 7: How would you like your eggs?

At first it was just a summer/weekend job, a job to save up a few bucks, buy things I wanted but did not need. Then of course the worst happened, here I am, fifty years later, asking people how they like their eggs. Of course the whole college thing didn't go too well, I should of figured that. After doing college the first semester I got out of Highschool, I was tired of having to do school, instead of earn money, so what did I do? "Oh I'll start back at college next semester, take a little break, get some money in my pocket." Little did I know I'd keep saying that for the next twenty years. After twenty years of saying that, I finally figured out, NO, I won't be going back to college, and yes, this is the job I'll be doing for the rest of my life. Let me tell you, once it hits you smack dead in the face, and you know that's what you'll be doing, every single question asked at your job will trip you over the edge. Knowing that was my future, the only thing I would be doing everyday is getting up, and serving little creeps in a diner for the rest of my life. So here I am now, 68 years old, and still going into that diner to work. Of course I was able to retire years back, but do you think my little paycheck I got from there for the past fifty years will let me live my whole life without a money problem? Of course not.

How would you like your eggs?

Week 6: Willy.

WWhen I was a kid I had a big thing for Killer Whales, to this day, I'm still facinated by the animal, but not as much as I was when I was a kid. As a kid I had a stuffed killer whale, I don't remember when I got it, I just remember always looking for it because it was misplaced. I used to carry it around with me like it was a part of my wardrobe. Anywhere I went, it went with me. My fetish with killer whales were so bad back then, that I used to watch the movie "Free Willy" every single day. This is back when DVD's weren't big, so we used the good 'ol VCR. I ended up wearing down the tape so much by watching it, that the VCR ended up gobbling it up, and it was gone for good. So I guess you could say that both, the tape, and the stuff animal were a big part of my childhood, and were the things that kept me entertained. To this day I have the stuffed animal in my closet in a box, although the killer whale now is all shrubby, and the eyes have a tint of yellow, I still think back to when I loved and cherished it.

Week 5: Dear Kiddo

Dear Child of Mine,

There are a lot of things in life that will stop you dead in the middle of the tracks and make you think twice about your decisions, and I wish I could guide you through every single one of them on making the right one. But I cannot, so I will just cover the basics that I think are the most important. Be your own person, never let anyone else change who you are. Remember that what ever decisions you make in life, I'll still love you no matter what. Since I can remember, I always had a fear of one of my children committing suicide, and all I have to say about that is don't. Time will heal everything, you just need to give things time. Your life isn't that bad that you need to end it. I hope you do well in school, and go to college to pursuit to do something great. Enjoy life, don't rush through it, take the time to have fun. I just want you to remember one thing, when we fight, and don't agree, just remember that I love you, and that later down the road you will thank me for it all later. There are so many things I'd like to write to you to tell you about, but I'm afraid I'd write a novel, and you wouldn't want to read it. So I hope this little bit of information will help you later on down the road.

Love,
Your mother

Week 4: Nightmare.

Usually any dream that I have that's good, I wake up not remembering what it was. The ones that I can remember are the ones that usually aren't so good. More like nightmares. I wake up in the morning knowing to the alarm blasting, I remember the dream when my eyes open, but then when I hit the alarm, and take my concentration off what I was dreaming about, it's gone. I've had a few nightmares, that if I could of kept sleeping, I would of changed the way it all went. Like for instance, have you ever fell asleep then went into a dream that you were falling? That's the beginning of the nightmare I have. I wake up, jolting around. Then when I fall back asleep, I'm in hell. Not kidding. While in hell I sit there waiting for Satan to come into the room and tell me what my punishment is for sinning on earth. I know I'm in a dream, so while I'm dreaming I'm attempting to find a way of waking myself up. So in my dream I'm telling myself to move my hand to my face so I can wake myself up by tapping on it. I try to open my eyes but it seems like they're possessed. In the end, I finally get my hand to my face and tap myself so I can wake up. Usually when I wake up from a dream like that I've got scratches all over, like I've been trying to claw myself out of the dream. Then..I don't want to fall back asleep.

So if I was able to CHANGE that from the beginning.
This is what I would have done.

First of all, after the falling thing. It definetely would have changed. I wouldn't be stuck in hell. I think insead of taking place there, I would rather have it be taken place somewhere loud, and fun. Like a club or something like that? In real life, I'm the type of person who's a bit shy when it comes to being out in places with people I don't know. So maybe a good dream for me would to be all around people, and be able to talk to people, and know exactly what to say to keep a conversation flowing. Stupid right? Well my expectations aren't very high. So being somewhere with a lot of people, being able to talk to them without feeling dumb, and having a good time sounds like a dream I wouldn't want to wake up for. Maybe a low expectation is a good thing. You never know if it would come true.

Week 3: Hard Candy

So Mr. Briggs didn't give us something to write about this week. So I guess I'll talk about this recent movie I watched. The movie was called Hard Candy. It was about this guy who meets young girls online, and then actually meets them in person. He met this one girl who was fourteen, and she wanted to meet him in person. Well they ended up going to his house, and keep in mind, I think this man's 37, and he's a photographer also, and she ended up drugging him, then he passed out, and she tied him to a chair. She searched through his whole house, looking for something that would prove he's a pedofile. Throughout the whole entire movie he's tied up, and she searches the house, finds a safe, and opens it up. Sure enough, she finds the evidence she needs that proves he's a pedofile. He ends up getting out of the chair, chasing after her, he gets knocked out, and then when he wakes up again, he's tied to a table. Weird right? Since she now knows he's a pedofile, which she should of known from the start of talking to him on the internet right? She decides to take something of his that's very precious to him. Which if you want to know, you'd have to watch the movie. I'm attempting to keep this school appropriate. Well after that a few more things happen, yadda yadda, and the ending...I cannot say.

Week 2: Crypt and People Watching.

Did you ever lay in bed at night thinking about how you can't see what's going on around you? How there might just be someone by the side of your bed hovering over you watching you sleep? I can say that was one of my fears as a little kid. I hated the dark, it was my worse enemy growing up. I'd be in bed, have the light on, be almost asleep, and someone would walk by and turn the light off. But the switch is all the way on the other side of the room, would I dare to get up and turn it on again? I'd sit up in the bed looking around listening to my own self breathing. Thinking about in the pitch black of the room, someone was in there watching me. Then finally when I couldn't take it anymore, I'd lean to the edge of my bed, look at the glowing part of the lightswitch, and make a run for it. Running through my room, I finally get to the switch. I'm safe. I look around the room to make sure there's no one around. No one to watch me sleep. As I had a fear of people watching me while I sleep, I also had a fear of people being in the closet watching me. Crazy huh? My closet wasn't quite big. But it was big enough for a person to be in there. You know how when you're scared you make sure that you can't see what you'd be afraid of? Like keeping the closet door shut so you wouldn't ever see the person watching you. I was a rebel, closet door wide open, and I watched it as I drifted to sleep. Ever watched Tales of the Crypt? The skeleton man that tells you the stories in the beginning. Ever felt like he was following you around everywhere you went? I did. In our house we have a long hallway upstairs. My room was right by my parents room, and my sister's and brothers room were all the way on the other side. Our stairs were in the middle of the hallway, maybe a bit closer to my room. I'd want to go down to my sisters room, and as I walked, I felt he was behind me. Always. He was always behind me. Creeping closer, I'd walk faster. But as a little kid you use your imagination right? Well how did I keep the Crypt guy from coming to get me? I'd use my superpower! I always thought when I was younger that if I would sing, they would go away. Maybe my parents thought I was just musical, but little did they know I'd sing to keep creepy Crypt guys and people watching me away. I'd run down the hallways singing just so I could get to my room safely. Since I had a problem with thinking all these people were coming to get me, do you think I slept in my own bed ALONE? Sure, I'd start off in my bed, but once I knew my sister was asleep, she'd be waking up to me in the morning. For years I thought this, back then it was scary to me, but now...it seem a bit funny.

Week 1: Definition of Poem

My definition of poetry really kind of varies. I think poetry is another way of expressing your feelings that you have towards things, and people. It’s a good way to show your emotions, in a mysterious kind of way. Poetry never really gives you everything like a story does, it just kind of drops you in the setting, and you have to make up what you think happened before, or after. It’s a good way to let things out and show how you really feel, and you don’t have to give a whole entire story as to why. You tell how you feel, and that’s it. You can tell your emotion in a poem, and you don’t even need a reason as to why you’re feeling it. In poems you can show how you feel towards a person, thing, or even just how you're feeling in general. It doesn't even have to be something you feel. It could be something you see that someone else feels. Poetry is a way for the person who's reading it to feel exactly how you feel. You see in the eyes of another person when you read poems. Poems are something that can start out as just a few lines jolted out, and end up becoming a big masterpiece that everyone recites. It just all really depends on what person you're asking what a poem means to. But that is what I get out of it.