The next day I repeat that process and then edit and turn in.
Both my writing processes are pretty much equal. I'm a creature of habit. I wake up on my off days from work drink coffee and watch a tv show or two. I then open up Prof. Mangini's website and read what the framework for the current blog post or paper is due while I have all my notes and pens and paper spread around me. I try to pull my thoughts together. The outline then starts to develop and I get distracted by my stomack growling and I go eat lunch and take a break and browse the internet while I digest my meal. After that I go to the gym and then go back home and shower and start to form paragraphs based on what I outlined that morning.
The next day I repeat that process and then edit and turn in.
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In this past class we went over creative writing, The difference between showing and telling, and what is expected of our one semester memoir. I liked how professor Mangini explained it to us through showing us scenes from movies. I can’t remember all three of them, but I know the one was “Ferris Bueller's day off.” (Is that what it is called? I live under a rock when it come to movies sometimes) I feel like using movie scenes was helpful because I am very much a visual learner. I’m excited to do my one semester memoir because I like that type of writing.. “showing and telling I mean.” Not that I do it well but I like reading writings or books from writers who do that well. It makes you really feel like you are in the middle of a story. Home: This past week my family and I went to my aunt and uncle’s house in Northfield, NJ for Thanksgiving. It was nice. Thanksgiving was and is not my favorite holiday though. Don’t get me wrong I love my family and am very thankful for them, but my south jersey family is my dad’s side and there is not any cousins my age so there isn’t much to do. I’m too young for the adults and to old for the cousins.. so me and my sisters who are 21 just sit there and chill until dinner is ready and pretend to be interested in the football game. The only thing that made this year exciting was my Irish cousin were in the area and came to celebrate with us. But, then the whole day was ruined because my dad decided to scream at my sister for no reason basically and when my mom went to defend her he freaked out at her and when my mom defended herself my dad says “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.” I really hate that. He talks to my mom like shit all the time and always puts a dark cloud over every family event with his negativity. I used to think and tell myself he’s an alcoholic so maybe if he just stopped drinking he’d be nicer. He’s four years sober and still a jerk and still talking down to us. He’s only nice to our dog. I look at my parents marriage and I really hope I find someone who is the complete opposite of my dad. It panics me honestly. I don't want to date or marry a guy who drinks a lot because I’m afraid that even though that guy might not be an alcoholic now what if he becomes one later? It is also hard to tell the difference sometimes because we live in a culture where it's cool to get shit faced drunk all the time… In a previous post Week 5 reflection, I have enough material to turn it from a telling story to a showing one… *Vibrate* *knock knock* a text comes in. As she is sitting there alone in her room. She opens it and reads: T: Hey A, Meet me at “Mas Mexicali Cantina” at 7:45pm tomorrow? A: Sure. Arriving at Mas Mexicali Cantina” at 7:45pm she opens the door and makes her way to the rooftop bar, sits down and orders a Corona, and checks her phone. *radio silence* She figures maybe he is running late and shoots a text letting him know she is there and where she is sitting. Twenty minutes go by and she gets no response. She then figures she might as well hang out for the length of time she paid to park. She orders another Corona. As she sips she starts to feel the heat of sideway glances from the bartender, hostess, and guests. She feels funny. She pays her tab and makes her way downstairs checking the other two bars just in case. They are empty. Shoulder slumped and mentally kicking herself in the ass she walks to her car. When she is three-fourths of the way hope she gets a text with a all too convenient excuse: T: Hey sorry I didn’t get back to you or show face. I had a family emergency. Class: Notes anyone? Please and thank you. Home:
I'm so tired. The kinda tired where you question life and why you are doing what your doing tired. Why am I working 64 hour weeks. Do I need two jobs? Why am I at DCCC again? Should I continue working on homework or sleep? I guess I have to do it all now since today is my only day off.... Do I want to work insane hours and have money or time off and hobbies and some money. I really don't have much else to talk about. Really really. really. really really really really really really really really really really really really really really don't. Spelling really alot makes it look like its spelled wrong. Class
In this past Thursday's class we saw pictures of Prof. Mangini's daughters' birthday pictures, went over how to write a paper, what rhetoric is,and how fantastic Hilary Clinton apparently is. Prof. Mangini's pictures from his daughter's birthday were really sweet. He told us how she really enjoyed it but, got freaked out by everyone singing "Happy Birthday" to her. Don't worry toddler Mangini it still weirds me out too. In order to write a good paper you need a solid thesis statement and at least three points to back it up. You start out with a "Introduction Paragraph." In this "Introduction Paragraph" you should have something to grab the readers attention, context(or back-round potato potato), and a solid super fantastic Thesis statement to start you off. After you have created this Mona Lisa of introductions you should use the next three paragraphs to explain and defend each point. each point designated to it's own paragraph. Your fourth paragraph can then be your opinion paragraph and your last paragraph will be your conclusion. The definition of Rhetoric is: an effective means of communication. Hilary Clinton can run like a girl into a ball pit at Chucky Cheese.
For Halloween I was going to go down to a bar in the city and enter one of the costume competitions dressed as "The Morton Salt girl," but I had to work because someone decided to get married Saturday and have their reception with us. It was a neat wedding though. The table cloths were black and the napkins dark purple. On every other table was one of those tall candle stick holders with candles that you would see in a castle. On the main bar in the lobby they had a giant sign on the center that said "POISIN consume at your own risk" with bottle that were black, purple, and silver with skulls and bones on them. Someone I think either the the groom's parents or maybe the bride's parents suprise the couple with a dance troop who came in after their first dance to perform the troop's version of thriller. That was kinda cool. Um.. Peace out girl scouts see you Thursday. Class: This past Thursday in class we continued reading our AMA (Adaptive Mindset Assignments.) Julie,John,Kayleigh,Briahna,Luis,Kylie, Lin and I read. Everyone did really well. I feel like everyone's AMA papers really reflect their personalities well. That's what I love about writing sometimes it's like pouring your thoughts onto paper and it takes shape as if you were molding clay. I didn't melt when I was reading and I feel like I sounded loud. Sometimes I'm so quiet I can't hear myself. I like how we got to comment on each others papers. It helped me see my paper as well as other peoples papers from different perspectives. Its not often I get that. I'd always bounce it off my family or friend's but, they known me forever so they understand the way I say stuff so it'll makes sense to them so sometimes its kinda a one sided opnion. Does that makes sense? I don't know. We also went over was is expected of our midterm portfolios and elevator pitches. The last thing we did was schedule our meetings with the professor. Whoa check out this reflecting.
Home (the outside world): My week consisted of working sixty-four hours. I walked 92,575 steps or 49mi just this weekend let alone the whole week. My feet and knees are still crying. This week was mostly weddings and a small event hosted by WHYY. Earlier this evening I visited with my grandmom. I'm glad I did because I don't get to see her as much as I used to. When I was younger I would walk over to her house a few times a week and watch NCIS marathons with her. Now I'm lucky if I get to see her once a week. Which is yucky. I plan on reducing my hours at work just because of that. My grandmom is only getting older and I don't want to say I didn't see her enough just because, I was "busy." In the end it's the bonds you have with family and friends that matter everything else is just excess. Sometime this week I plan on seeing my friend because she just had her baby and I want to meet her! I'm waiting until she gets out of the hospital though because I don't want to take up her family's time with her and I'm sure she is tired. Yeah that was my week. Class In class this past Thursday a lot of us read our AMA out loud. We ran out of time right before it was my turn. I don't know if I'm relieved or more nervous. I don't really like getting up in front of people. But, if I have to I have to. It will be good practice. Everyone's papers are really good so far. I know I didn't say much or if I did you probably didn't hear me because I don't always project my voice well. Home This week consist of me working sixty-four hours, going to class, and running in front of the eight ball to get my schoolwork done efficiently. One nice thing that did happen this week though was my dad took me out to lunch at Nicks Roast Beef. That was nice. Work is always interesting. You never know what is going to happen during a shift. Sometimes the party is really chill other times we are on a off-premise job and even though we thought we had enough food we didn't so we had to measure out to the T so all 130 guest got equal amounts of food. Or we are in house and the guest are grown adults don't know how to act. For example not realizing you have a period until its everywhere? What? Really? Then there is that person who can't tell the difference between the plate decoration and the hor'derves and you have to fight them to eat the hor'derves instead. There is also that weird person who thinks they aren't going to get fed so they bring their own pre-cooked rotisary chicken. You really do see it all in catering sometimes. ^^^Didn't mean that as judgy as it sounds. O.o Class This past Thursday we discussed our first major assignment "The Adaptive Mindset Assignment." Very endearingly nicknamed "AMA." I did mine on the phlegmatic personality. I'm hoping my first draft turned out well. For a first draft I am feeling really happy with it. I'm hoping it will suffice. I guess I'll find out. My biggest struggle is just finding time to write the assignments. I faked sick for my nanny job yesterday just to get it done. Did I just say that out loud?... Home (the outside world): Yet again I went on another date. But, with a different guy this time. I had been talking to him for almost a month. We were suppost to meet Tuesday night, but he couldn't get out of his rugby practice so we decided to meet last night instead. (On his suggestion not mine.) Even though I was running late I texted him ahead of time to let him know. No response. I get there only five minutes late he's not there. I text him to let him know I'm there and what floor of the bar I'm on and still get no response. I figure maybe he is driving.. So I wait. Did I mention we were suppost to meet at 7:45pm and it is now 8:30pm.. awkward. I decided to go outside and give him a call and left a message saying I was there but leaving soon... I waited around til 9pm since I paid to park until 9pm anyway. Still no show so, I left. Around 9:50pm I get a text saying: I wouldn't usually be that upset about that except a few things:
I am really really really tired of putting myself out there and getting my hopes run over by mac truck and the mac truck backing up. Class Sorry Professor Mangini, but the whole charades for the first hour of class really wasn't that fun or educational to me. I was struggling to keep up. I get the point behind it. The point being to force the class to have to problem-pose which was crafty, but I don't like having to struggle to keep up more then I already have to. Atleast I caught on though. We went over the difference between having a growth mindset vs. a fixed mindset, the videos involved in that, and how are papers on that (I know at least my original) weren't so hot. I feel like we covered more but, I have the memory of a goldfish. Oops. Have I been sticking to my six step writing process you ask? Well, kind of. I follow most of them and only do the others all the time. What are my six steps you ask? Check out my post on "My Writing Process" here. But, for your easy reference here our my six steps:
The steps I don't always follow are one and five. Sometimes due to lack of time (No, not because I don't manage my time well) I just type it out and edit later. I also don't always write on a floor or bed because my house tends to be too distracting a lot of the time because I'm too comfortable there. So, I go to a library or coffee shop and push through everything I have to do while my focus is there. Home (The outside world) This portion of the reflection blog is the hardest. I my life is just a huge boring pattern.
I don't mind just doing schoolwork and working and repeating that, It is just hard and kind of depressing when I can't fit any socializing in because of awkward time restraints. That being said most of my socializing ends up being online. Which I hate... Sometimes those online chats are fun to look back on though i.e. this one: So, that is all the reflecting I got for this week. I'm a little reflected out. Peace.
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I started class a little flustered because I realized ten minutes before that I had no paper. So, instead of going to my car and being super late I stopped in the library and grabbed a few pieces of paper from the scrap pile. Not wanting to be late and wanting to give myself enough time to find our second new room I didn't double check to see if I had a side to write on, on each of the pieces of paper I grabbed. So, even though I had four pieces of paper I really only had one.Thankfully, when we had that exercise where Professor Mangini had us writing with our eyes closed Emily saw me struggling to find paper and gave me a piece. (Thanks Emily!) Aside from that class went well. We discussed weebly further and were walked through the details, we talked about the writing process, the banking concept, and our mindsets. I even got called on to be a visual example on how to better plan out our studying so we could all see or in my case feel the effects of procrastination. Not, gonna lie though, that was awkward. I'm don't like being in front of people and having attention on me like that.. I more about being the quiet kid in the corner. Home (The Outside World) I hate dating in my 20s. I've only had one boyfriend so far, but that was when I was seventeen. I was done with him by the time I was nineteen, because even though I was going through a lot at that time he could only break me down instead of build me up when I needed his support the most. Since, then dating has been so disheartening because when I was with him in the beginning it all seemed so easy. We started as friends and it all fell into place. But then things went to shit real fast. Now, that I'm older I feel like its so much harder to make a connection with a guy. I can't even say why really. I want to say its because I'm to picky, but is it really wrong to have standards? I wanna argue mine aren't even that high. All I want is a guys time, to become his friend, and we fall in love. Maybe I'm being too old school though? I feel like due to whats portrayed in all forms of media especially because of apps like "Tinder," its impossible to find a guy who wants to commit to you. I guess I can't blame a guy though why commit to one girl when you can have one a night via an app for free? That being said, I do have a Tinder account even though its a hook up app, I was hoping there would be some guys on there who were willing to want to get to know me for me and not just my body. I thought I had found a guy recently who was just that. He seemed so nice. We texted for roughly 2-3 weeks and I couldn't believe my eyes because unlike guys I've talked to or texted with in the past he was actually asking me about myself. I didn't have to volunteer it after waiting for him to ask something. He just asked. How nice that felt. It was like a breath of fresh air. This past weekend I met him for the first time in Philly at The Spruce Street Harbor Park. We sat on one of those netted seats over the water and talked for an hour and half maybe. We seemed to get along so well. But, after chatting for a bit he hugged me goodbye and made his way back to his apartment because, he had to study and get assignments done. A day or two later I texted him just to be like "Hey nice meeting you, we should hang again sometime." Just to get a "Oops just got back together with my ex text." Maybe I came off desperate? Maybe I should buy some cats? Class
English compisition I was anything but, boring this week. During class our professor, Sabatino Mangini was teaching with a head injury, we learned what was expected to be on our "electronic portfolios", how to set up a weebly, and facts about each other. Class was good, the only thing that confused me was the computers in the computer lab. I was sitting in front of a computer that was closed and thought that my desk and some others just didn't have them. I didn't realize they were computers that wanted to be jack-in-the-boxes. Thankfully Luis caught me fumbling and lent me a hand. Home This past week I served two weddings, Aqua's company party, St. Edmond's benefactor luncheon, and nannied five kids for sixteen hours. In between that I was either in class at Delaware County Community College, doing homework for those classes, or sleeping. Although I did get to go get Rita's with my sisters on Tuesday. That might not sound exciting to most people, but I was excited because it was my first Rita's of the water ice season. One thing I am looking forward to this week is going to "The Spruce Street Harbor Park." I have yet to go there and I see people posting all these neat pictures on Facebook. So, because I have a rare Saturday off I am going to go check it out. See ya'll tomorrow! |