Personal Reflection on the whole class

     Well, the end to my English class is finally here. I would say that this class was more than just the introduction to university writing. It was also an introduction to the culture of college. This class was the perfect example of what I expected college to be like: teachers looking like students and showing up late sometimes, lectures being more liberal and not so uptight to the rules, learning expanding to things beyond the class like conferences. Maybe it was because I had this class for more than one semester, or maybe it was because it was the first class I experienced a heavy load of work on; whatever it is, it was a great experience. The funny thing is that as fun as the class was, I actually felt I learned a lot and I felt that my writing improved tremendously. I guess I owe it to the fact that Sean was so damn picky with my writing and so critical that it pissed me off. It was a good thing though because when my work isn’t “perfect” I work my ass off to make it as perfect as I can. Sean is an expert at telling me how imperfect my work is so I guess we go hand in hand. Hell, I imagine he’ll probably be reading this and in the back of his mind he’ll be criticizing how my sentence doesn’t make sense here or how I’m not following the format that some ancient French guy created a long time ago. He’s right but just for now, just for this post, I don’t care about the French or those random Russians and their triple negatives. Like a wise man once said: Thug Life (that was right before he got shot -_-). Anyway, I hope to keep learning and improving my writing as the years go by. I now have the necessary tools to emerge as one of the best in another English class and I have the basic understanding of how to write a formal paper. For someone who tries to achieve nothing short of perfect, I feel I now have the foundation to one day become something great, at least as far as my English requirements go. So now I want to take this time to be as cheesy as possible (whoever doesn’t like it can bite Bender’s shiny metal ass) and say that it has been a pleasure being in Sean’s English 114A and 114B class. To my classmates and to Sean I want to say thank you guys, it’s been a ride. Good luck with everything and wish you all success. Now excuse me while I go and listen to Fake Plastic Trees.

Growing up (about me)

This year has been one that flew by too fast in my opinion. I’ve had great experiences and some bad ones but I felt I grew up so much. I never before thought that I could achieve some of the things I did this year such as reading 1200 pages of a science fiction novel in less than two weeks or even writing about space. I guess only in this class I would get an assignment to fail and to write an excuse why I procrastinate. Only in Sean’s English 114B class would I listen to Radiohead and watch Futurama. I feel that I belong in this school, with these people and I feel I can be one of the best. I realized that I have a lot to learn but I’m hungry to learn and grow more as a person. One year down in this amazing school and that means that I’m one year closer to my career. It’s also one year of memories I will always hold on to. Once everything Is gone, only the memories remain.

DC Universe

I am addicted to this game.

Worst Cooks in America

Vinnie Should have WON!!!!!

Stephen A. Smith

This guy cracks me up! Every NBA fan should check out his video on Kwame Brown in youtube. It's hilarious!

Home Stretch

The end of the year is near... GREAT

How many posts?

I was supposed to have 42 posts but I have done my posts every week and only have 36.... how does this work?

Procrastination

Procrastination = waiting for the perfect pitch to hit a homerun

Great Words

"Father forgive us for living
Why all my homies stuck in prison
Barely living, believing that this world is a prison
It's like a ghetto they can never leave
A broken rose giving bloom through the cracks in the concrete
So many things for us to see
Things for us to be
Our history full of tragedy and misery"

-Tupac

Memories

Writing a personal statement is like digging through the old photos somewhere in the back of your closet. All of a sudden you remember many things both good and bad that happened to you. It’s like a movie of your past playing right before your eyes. You remember people you thought you forgot, the time you got in trouble for something funny, the first time you had a hug crush, and you also remember the music that was playing during those times. While it’s true that those memories won’t come back, you have a little piece of that history in your IPod and now you feel like listening to it. You then decide to start writing your personal statement but end up writing a story about yourself. I guess it’s hard to let go of some memories, especially if they are some of the best you have ever had but it has to be done. Only after you stop dwelling in the past, can you move forward. Only if you keep your feet in the ground, can you make a good personal statement.

Lesson learned.. week 11

Too much of ANYTHING is bad.

Lesson learned this week .. week 10

Some things will not come back. It's best to not remember so I can build new memories.

Lesson this week ..week 9

Right is just the wrong wrong

Lesson this week week 8

Sacrifices suck....but sometimes they are needed.

Lesson this week 7

I'm all I have, I'm all I need.

What I learned this week

I am not alone.....and I never will be.

Lesson learned this week

It's not over untill the fat lady sings!

The Bitter Experience

A Bitter Experience

So as it turns out today I completely blew my Business Calculus Exam. I was completely taken by surprise on the exam and the pace at which we were supposed to take it.

When I began taking it I thought I was on a roll and that I was going to walk through the exam with ease. Then the exam began to tighten its grip like a snake curling around my neck and as I worked through the problem it kept getting tighter and tighter. I started to feel the pressure because the exam began throwing many curveballs at me and although I understood the material, I knew it would take me time to come up with the formulas I needed to solve the problems. Time became my worst enemy because I realized that the seconds kept on going and there was no way to stop time or save myself. I started to panic when I saw much time had passed and when I heard the professor say “five minutes left”

At that point I knew I wasn’t going to survive this exam and I felt hopeless and shattered.

When she collected the exams I felt in shock and in disbelieve. I kept thinking that it was all a nightmare and that I would wake up any second to the smell of coffee like I always do. Unfortunately I didn’t . The reality is that I didn’t finish the exam. I barely finished half if anything.  

I immediately felt anger at myself and I began to think at how many people I might have let down. I thought about the wedding rings that my mother gave up so I can go to school and I thought about the confidence my family and a close friend had in me. I thought about the sacrifices and the hopes of not just myself, but of everyone who engraved a piece of them in me.

As I was taking the bus home, when I began to recognize old patters within myself. I stepped back within my consciousness and realized that I was starting to attack myself and that I was becoming my own enemy. Then somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered my old mentor ‘s words “here’s the world’s smallest violin, let me play you a sad song for your o so miserable self ‘mee-mee-mee’”

It was then that I felt as if another familiar presence inside me was telling me “you screwed up, so instead of feeling sorry for yourself, why don’t you DO something about it” and that’s when I snapped. I stopped looking at myself as a target and I began to plan a different plan of attack for the calculus class. I thought about alternatives and possibilities and I took this bitter experience as a way of knowing what I can expect for the rest of the class. I remember climbing out of the same hole before and I will reach for the stars yet again. After all, “A true test of character is how you deal with life when things are looking down rather than going well.” J.B …… I’ll add that to my list of things to remember when I find myself in a difficult position.

Thank you to all of you who support me and believe in me. Now it’s time to hit the books.

Manhood by P.V

The loser has to lose to win
The winner is just a loser that lost
It's harder to lose than it is to win
To win this war you have to lose
If the loser wins, the war is lost

Through the Eyes of a Gangster

It was a foggy white moon and they were side by side

A little child with older brother going home that night

They didn’t own a cell phone and had no change for a ride

It seems the basketball game lost their track with time

A perfect night for a crime because the fog was getting thicker

They took another rout so they would get home quicker

Then a car came around and shot the little one down

The older one saw his brother as he fell to the ground

The silence pierced with a shout of horror bursting aloud

The older one is crying out but no one's helping him out

The blood just kept poring out no mater how hard he tried

To pressurize the hemorrhage and cut the bleeding inside

But in the fight to stay alive, he knew that death had arrived

He held his little brother tight and told him go to the light

Everything will be alright and they will be together soon

That night he died, it was a foggy white moon