bye bye blog.....

well it is my last official blog entry for English 101. i have really enjoyed this unit because it allowed us to experiment in a lot of different genres. i got to write a story based on a postsecret postcard. i wrote a story based on a song that i heard during class. i wrote a weird story containing words that are weird to say (cornucopia, bubble, poodle, fart), that was actually pretty entertaining. and i got to create this blog. i never before thought of creating my own blog, let alone doing it in my free time. but i have really enjoyed blogging and i think i am going to keep my blog up and going so feel free to stop by anytime....

Postcard Writing

My heart beats along with the ticking of the clock. With each minute that passes, my mind grows that much more weary. "The doctor will be in with the results in just a moment," chimes the nurse. How can someone who works in such a place be able to produce a smile each and everyday. My heart speeds up as the doorknob turns. His eyes say it all. My eyes are flooded with tears. I can taste their saltiness on my lips. He pats me on the back, saying, very unconvincingly, "It's gonna be alright, we are going to do everything in our power to beat this." Images begin flashing through my head. Me and mom in the backyard playing soccer. Then all of a sudden she is in a hospital bed, her long blonde hair replaced with a pale scalp, her face showing the pain and sorrow she is experiencing. And then darkness. How am I going to tell my father, the same man that just lost his wife of 30 years to this, that his only daughter shares the same fate with his dead wife. The nurse escorts me out of the room. Into the lobby, on the elevator, time passes with no hesitation. In my car driving home, my thoughts are filled with what I'll miss out on, the people I'll leave behind and the things I will never experience. But a thought goes through my head. I can either give in to the illness, like my mom did, or I can fight it. A smile creeps across my face. A smile of strength. A smile of understanding. A sign of hope.

Life's What You Make It...:)

I couldn't really think of anything really significant to write about this week. But one thing that I really am excited for is Thanksgiving break. Not so much for the food, but more for the fact that their will be no classes, no papers, no tests to worry about. I never thought that college and classes could really effect my whole mentality, but as time goes on and I have more and more things to do and prepare for each day, the more I want break to get here.