1. my self standing up to my trust issue
2. not being worried about judgement from my peers and family
3. finding the airport and getting on the plan to go to Chicago all by myself..(i am scared of heights)
4. getting back into school after an year and a half
5. being more focus in life
6. Charles, my ex-boyfriend
7. stop shopping so much
8. my godchildren
9. my father
10. Will, my boyfriend
"No, I am not running anymore!", I yelled at my trust issue. With my past experiences with trust, i just had a hard time trusting again. When i would get into a relationship with males and things become hard between us i simply give up on trying to trust them about. Never wanted to fight the battle with trust. i thought all men were the same but they are not. i think that i kept fishing with the same bate. now i am taking steps with learning how to trust another man again. i block all the negative thoughts out of my mind and don't react on assumptions. take the time to find out the own story and talk about it. being patient with the person and listen what they have to say instead of going off of what i think. still today i put up a fight each day of my life but refuse to run.
Monday, July 6, 2009
How I Felt as They Read....(Jalisa)
I felt so nervous but anxious for everybody to read the begin of my book. The chapters that they are reading are very personal and deep. I really put all my feelings out on that paper. I have been thru a lot of drama and stress so i have a lot to say. I thank Ms. Rudd so much for allowing this book writing to continue because since i've been writing this book, it helped me cope with all t he feelings that are stored deep within my heart come out. I felt like everyone will look at me different now that they know the true Jalisa. I really am scared of judgement. But in a way i care less of what they because everyone have a past. At first, i stepped outside of the classroom because i was so nervous that it made me sick to my stomach a lil'. But i begin to think to myself and said self "You betta get yourself together and go back into that room, just because you have a past that will make people look at you different, look how far you came and how strong you are now. Now get!".... Then i felt this brave feeling came over me and i held my head up high and was strong enough to go back in the room and sit in my chair with joy in my heart smiling from ear to ear. I kicked the embarrassment to the curb and will not let no discourage me bc i have grown so much from what i use to be. I felt proud!
My beginning (Julia)
It is a stormy day in the summer on 1997 as the gray clouds covered the beautiful blue sky, letting out its roaring thunder. The traffic's growing heavier and the sound of the wiper blades against the window is making me impatient and somewhat annoyed. A circle is formed as I wipe the window, yet all I can see are cars’ headlights becoming a blur and cars inching along the highway. As rain pours heavily, I look at my mom. Her eyes look a little tired, and I'm sure it's because she works all the time. It's rare that she's taking me somewhere, so I wonder where we are headed to.
I start the beginning by describing the place at that time. I want my reader to know what I'm seeing or where I am at first. I'm not sure if the first paragraph kept people's interest, but during workshop, I received good suggestions. Describing the place and putting as much details as I can is what I did. I think it helps set up the story, and help others understand more. It’s also a way for me to get the reader to understand where the story will take place, and what the surroundings of the place are. The ending was a summary about the relationship between my mother and me. Since the whole book is about what happened in my childhood, the ending is about how I felt about my mother, and the decision she made. I’m not that sure myself, if the beginning is a hook or the ending was how I wanted. I jammed a lot of what I wrote before the due date. With the giving time, I couldn’t edit or revise it as much, but I’m glad I’m done.
I start the beginning by describing the place at that time. I want my reader to know what I'm seeing or where I am at first. I'm not sure if the first paragraph kept people's interest, but during workshop, I received good suggestions. Describing the place and putting as much details as I can is what I did. I think it helps set up the story, and help others understand more. It’s also a way for me to get the reader to understand where the story will take place, and what the surroundings of the place are. The ending was a summary about the relationship between my mother and me. Since the whole book is about what happened in my childhood, the ending is about how I felt about my mother, and the decision she made. I’m not that sure myself, if the beginning is a hook or the ending was how I wanted. I jammed a lot of what I wrote before the due date. With the giving time, I couldn’t edit or revise it as much, but I’m glad I’m done.
Begining and End (Luis)
I’m not even twenty one years old yet. What do I know about life? I can tell you right now: almost nothing. I know this, though: Life never stays still, we all move along and change. We become new people every day. We learn through experiences and, not find ourselves, but create ourselves as we continue through our lives. I have only lived for twenty years, but I know I’m not who I once was. I can prove this. I’m not even the same person I was just a few years ago. And I will never be that guy again.
There is still so much of my life left, though. I have time to keep growing, morally and mentally, I mean. Although I’m sure I’ll grow sideways, too. Love them burritos. So I’ll keep on keepin’ on, and we’ll see what happens!
There is still so much of my life left, though. I have time to keep growing, morally and mentally, I mean. Although I’m sure I’ll grow sideways, too. Love them burritos. So I’ll keep on keepin’ on, and we’ll see what happens!
The Begining and The End (Mandy)
I struggled with the ending of my book because I ran out of time. I intend on revising....so stay tuned to Chapter Five...
There are many pathways through life's journey. Unfortunately, some of us get off course and take the wrong paths. This is a story about many wrong decisions and how they can take you way off course and how the power of forgiveness and prayer can restore you and get you back on course. As I tell you this story, I hope to gain your attention, not of judgement or critism, but of love, compassion, and forgiveness. There since, have been lots of tears cried, many lessons learned, and a whole new life gained.
Here I am, it's been eight years since my life has changed and one year since my divorce. I am still living for the Lord and so thankful that I am. Who knows where I would be today if it hadn't been for the Lord bringing me out and setting me on that straight path. I can't say that I haven't had struggles because I have fought many battles, but at least this time I am on the winning side. Although there are many things in my past that I cannot change, I have made peace with the Lord and He has allowed me to move on. As for the others involved, I have sincerely asked for forgiveness and will always continue to pray for them and hope somehow that they will find it in their hearts to forgive me.
There are many pathways through life's journey. Unfortunately, some of us get off course and take the wrong paths. This is a story about many wrong decisions and how they can take you way off course and how the power of forgiveness and prayer can restore you and get you back on course. As I tell you this story, I hope to gain your attention, not of judgement or critism, but of love, compassion, and forgiveness. There since, have been lots of tears cried, many lessons learned, and a whole new life gained.
Here I am, it's been eight years since my life has changed and one year since my divorce. I am still living for the Lord and so thankful that I am. Who knows where I would be today if it hadn't been for the Lord bringing me out and setting me on that straight path. I can't say that I haven't had struggles because I have fought many battles, but at least this time I am on the winning side. Although there are many things in my past that I cannot change, I have made peace with the Lord and He has allowed me to move on. As for the others involved, I have sincerely asked for forgiveness and will always continue to pray for them and hope somehow that they will find it in their hearts to forgive me.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
begin and end Phong.
END.
Through these new acquaintances of responsibilities I met within those two years I lived away from a sheltered environment, I've matured drastically. No more am I unthankful for a little sister that I can ask politely to do the laundry and dishes so that my parents would not have to stand at the sink or in front of the dryer loading and unloading pinked shirts. I keep it as a reminder that I still need help, no matter how mature I think I have gotten. No more am i ungrateful for the things my parents have set out and done for my brothers, sisters, and I during the first eighteen years of my life, and fifty more years that we'll need their help. Through the boredome I faced being away from the younger siblings, and the need of familiar faces, I have learned that family is more important than friends, and all else that exists in this world. NO more am I willing to use a coin toss or the magic eight ball to make decisions that will ultimately impact my future as a person and as one entity of any relationship. No more am I incomplete. At least until another decision is to be made on my own.
BEGINNING.
At a glimpse, I knew what I was letting go of. Not the education, but the lifestyle. The atmostphere in which so many of my siblings experienced for all four years, the atmosphere they wanted for me. I was ready to let go. Two years was enough for me. I lived and learned. Surely I could have stayed for another three years. I found no purpose to. I knew I was capable of doing so. I didn't see the worth. Was it worth being from the core of the family. Was it necessary for me to e away to get a teaching degree that I can get back at home. I don't know if I did it for them, or because it made me happy. An answer is yet to be found When I tell those from home about my decision to move home, they ask why. Truthfully, I don't know. I never sat down and thought about it. I feel that ti's not just one event or one significant person, rather a collection of all things that revolves around me. But what are the things that revovle around me. Ultimately, I hope in writing will I find the answer.
I don't really know why I started my book this way, but it felt right. To start with the most recent event and reflect upon it. Maybe it works better if I leave it out completely, maybe I shouldn't.
Through these new acquaintances of responsibilities I met within those two years I lived away from a sheltered environment, I've matured drastically. No more am I unthankful for a little sister that I can ask politely to do the laundry and dishes so that my parents would not have to stand at the sink or in front of the dryer loading and unloading pinked shirts. I keep it as a reminder that I still need help, no matter how mature I think I have gotten. No more am i ungrateful for the things my parents have set out and done for my brothers, sisters, and I during the first eighteen years of my life, and fifty more years that we'll need their help. Through the boredome I faced being away from the younger siblings, and the need of familiar faces, I have learned that family is more important than friends, and all else that exists in this world. NO more am I willing to use a coin toss or the magic eight ball to make decisions that will ultimately impact my future as a person and as one entity of any relationship. No more am I incomplete. At least until another decision is to be made on my own.
BEGINNING.
At a glimpse, I knew what I was letting go of. Not the education, but the lifestyle. The atmostphere in which so many of my siblings experienced for all four years, the atmosphere they wanted for me. I was ready to let go. Two years was enough for me. I lived and learned. Surely I could have stayed for another three years. I found no purpose to. I knew I was capable of doing so. I didn't see the worth. Was it worth being from the core of the family. Was it necessary for me to e away to get a teaching degree that I can get back at home. I don't know if I did it for them, or because it made me happy. An answer is yet to be found When I tell those from home about my decision to move home, they ask why. Truthfully, I don't know. I never sat down and thought about it. I feel that ti's not just one event or one significant person, rather a collection of all things that revolves around me. But what are the things that revovle around me. Ultimately, I hope in writing will I find the answer.
I don't really know why I started my book this way, but it felt right. To start with the most recent event and reflect upon it. Maybe it works better if I leave it out completely, maybe I shouldn't.
Friday, July 3, 2009
The opening and closing of my book (Jeremy Stewart)
At first i didn't know how to start my book, but while we were work shopping in class I got an idea on how to start my book. So, I started it with a scene and it turned out to be pretty good. "I can't get tired; if I get I'm dead". I was not really thinking about my opening sentence but when we discussed it in class It seemed like a good way to grab attention so I stuck with it. I was optimistic about sharing it with the class, but when we discussed it during my workshop the introduction to my book was fine and it kept interest and in the end that was what I was aiming for. As for my ending, I'm not gonna lie I didn't give it a lot of thought because I had to rush it and end my book sooner than I wanted to. "I slowly walked off of the bus into what I hoped would be my high school for the next four years. "I saw a large canopy above me that lead me the doors that would shape my future". I will probably go back one day and finish it, but as for now I'm just gonna keep a copy with me in case I ever have to write like this again and ill be prepared XD.
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