Creative Writing Final Reflection Post

1.       One piece I wrote was a project called “This is…” where you looked at a picture and then wrote about what you thought it was. I remember seeing a picture of old wrinkly hands and writing a short poem about that. I also wrote a poem about a picture that showed Obama and all of the elite government officials watching as they killed Osama Bin Laden.

2.       When we wrote our short horror stories around Halloween time I remember Collin Tinen’s story the most vividly. It was about a tea factory that grinds up humans and puts them in their tea. I also read a book called Amy and Rogers Epic Detour, which was about two acquaintances who end up going on a road trip together and fall in love.

3.       Setting up my blog was easy and pretty self explanatory. I really like the website Google Blogger because it was easy to use. My blog’s name was “Can of Worms” which is a name that my friend suggested when I told her I was having troubles coming up with a name. I hope that one day I can look back on my blog and see how much I’ve progressed as a writer. I will continue to use my blog most likely, but probably just to post little things I write here and there.

4.       Journaling is like a second nature to me. At home I have journals full of writings and drawings I do when I’m bored. My creative writing journal was special though, because the cover of it was so unique whoever saw it almost had to crack it open and see what was on the pages. I would like to continue writing and fill up my journal and then put it away for a while until one day when I want to reminisce.

5.        

On a bike,

In the middle of nowhere,

We just passed a hick town,

But it was gone in the blink of an eye.

The wind blows against my face,

Turning my cheeks read and

Making my nose run so that I

Constantly am sniffling.

The green fields wave at me as I go by

Other people on the road acknowledge us

By waving as well.

This is a good feeling,

This is a right feeling

The feeling of being free.

There is music on the radio,

Unfortunately I can hardly hear it

I can tell it’s some kind of classic rock station.

Then I recognize the song,

“You Shook Me” by AC/DC.

This is a first for me,

I’ve never gone this fast

With no separation between

Me and the pavement.

I trust him,

I don’t know him very well yet,

But I trust him with my life.

We ride for an entire hour,

And once we reach home

I get off feeling different.

I get off and this

overwhelming

refreshing

feeling washes over me,

And I feel as though this is the first day of my life.

6.

2012

This is three eighths of my dysfunctional blended family,
We're standing on a large beige expansion of sand with mountains in the background
Our teeth are gritted into large smiles
The sand was in my teeth for days afterwards.
My brother, who's not pictured was probably off exploring the miles upon miles of hills.
I have a snowboard in my hand
That I would later tear down the sandy hills on
My sister is awkwardly attempting to stop the peppering winds from her sensitive skin
She stands close to my dad and I
This was my dad trying to glue our family back together

2013

The car ride was a lot less crowded
Our Toyota Sequoia was only half full
My dad realized that no adhesive can mend a shattered family
Money and greed poisoned the hearts of of its members
So this year only my nuclear family made the trip out to Colorado
And enjoy our extensive playground
This time without the burden of judgemental eyes watching us everywhere we went.

7. I hope to creatively write as a hobby. It’s a great stress reliever and is a way to channel your emotions. Creative writing is different from other types of writing I do because I feel like other writings I do I’m forced to fit a criteria. With creative writing it doesn’t matter if it’s not in MLA format, there are not as many guidelines to follow, so what you’re writing is actually what is coming out of your mind.

8. My table mates were amazing, they were Collin Tinen, Lauren Barclay, Liana Bustamante, Kenzie Callahan, and last but not least Taylor Brown. Taylor is the most intellectual and unique people I know and I’m so glad that I’ve grown closer to her as the year has progressed. I can only hope that our friendship flourishes even more than it already has.

Movie Preferences

Normally I don’t care for movies that have a lot of background or a lot of explaining. Moues where the main setting is an office make me angry. If the movie has good actors and a good story line then I’ll like it.

My favorite movie is right now is “We’re the Millers”. My preferences change all of the time so saying this is my favorite movies doesn’t mean much, because I don’t have a favorite all time movie. I do like “We’re the Millers” though, because the plot is so perfect for the actors, it makes it hilarious. I watched it last night and it had me laughing out loud.

I don’t watch movies often at all. I don’t have the patience for them. If I don’t like the movie by the first 10-15 minutes, I’ll give up on it. I normally watch movies at my boyfriend’s house with his family; however, we have gone to the movie theater twice.

For movie viewing I need to be warm, and comfortable. I like the basic necessities while watching a movie like popcorn and soda, but I never need anything too fancy.

The survey website wouldn’t work.

If my life was made into a movie it would be a romantic comedy, just because that’s what I’d like to think. It would be hard to follow and most of it wouldn’t make sense, but that’s just my life.

Dan In Real Life Questions

22. Life is full of disappointment. Just to be blunt, and simple. People are disappointing, things are disappointing, and life is disappointing. Every single person has gone through at least one disappointment, whether it be not making into the college of your dreams or finding out this extremely attractive guy is in a relationship, life is full of disappointments, big and small. Sure, some are more influential than others, when comparing your college education and some guy who you thought was semi attractive at one point, have two different “disappointment levels”. I read a magnet on a refrigerator at old friend’s house that said, “Stop worrying about it and think to yourself, ‘Is this going to matter in five years? If not, forget about it.’” The only determinant of how destructive a disappointment can be in your life, is your attitude towards it.
9. What makes someone attractive to me is not necessarily looks. I mean if they happen to have a six pack of abs and brown eyes I’ll definitely be keener to a date. I would like a guy who tells me I’m interesting, and unique, and different from other girls. For all I know I could be just like every other girl, and I’d like to be reminded that I’m not. (Does it make me a basic girl because I’m saying this?!) I’d like a guy with some intelligence, but no more than me (so quite a bit of intelligence), who likes to read books and will read the books I hurl at him every other week. I like guys with manners who love their mom and have exceptional moral values. I’d like a gentleman who will be lazy with me most days, but take me out when I want to be taken out. I would expect flowers often, and be disappointed when there are none (especially on important day’s ex. anniversaries, achievements, etc.). He wouldn’t be 6 feet tall and muscular, and the quarterback of the football team. He’d be quiet, and shy around strangers, but loud and enticing when he’s comfortable. He’d like my chipping black finger nail polish, and we’d have opposing arguments on many things, so that when we are having a discussion, it’s more of a debate.

17. On my perfect day I would wake up around 9 o’ clock in a warm bed right next to my boyfriend. We would get up slowly and sleepily to a brisk but not too cold morning. Next we would get up get all of our things together and go on a drive. We’d stop at a quiet little restaurant and get breakfast, then we’d be on our way. We would go all the way up to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. We would go on the trolley there, and visit all of the quaint little shops on the main strip. Then we’d explore all around the town and talk to many different people and see many different things. Then by 4 o’ clock, we would leave and head back to Nixa, where he lives. We’d get our rafts and go float down the river that’s not even five minutes away from his house and we’d go on a float trip. Our float trip would last us only a little while, as to say we got up early and we’re probably exhausted. Then we’d go to dinner at some small yet quality diner somewhere. Lastly, the night would be warm with no breeze. We’d go camping down by the river and make a camp fire and fall asleep all at once under the stars.

1. Three tips I would give parents are: don't give too much freedom and try to be the "cool parent", but also don't dictate your child's life, and lastly let them come to you with their problems.

7.  Three days is a total of 72 hours. Do I think it’s possible to fall in love with someone in this short of a span of time? No. You can’t know within this tiny amount of allotted time that you love someone. The opposition would say you get a “feeling” when you meet this one special person. I think it’s called your “gut feeling”.  However, this gut feeling is wrong almost 75% of the time, at least for me, but I’m young and reckless and completely capable of the ability to love. My “gut feeling” has lead me down many paths that I didn’t want to be on, but there has been a few that I have relished. Some people, whom now mean nothing to me, meant very much to me previously in my life. Boyfriends, best friends, and acquaintances that meant the world to me at one time or another have faded and are no longer in my life. However, I have found someone who makes me forget about all of those broken relationships and someone who treats me better than all of those people, who are dead to me now, did and combined. I didn’t know within 72 hours that I loved this boy. But now, after 4 months I’m positive that I do.

Politics (Picture of the millenium)

She clasps her hand over her mouth

With anticipation. They all huddle around, waiting for it. 

His slouched posture, tired eyes, and greying hair implies that he's been worried. 

What they're all observing is an assasination. 

Every person in this room has a family. 

Every person in this room was a child. 

Growing up, they were taught how to ride a bike, and do arithmetic. Not a single person pictured knew that they would long the death of another, so badly. They look mindless, as they sit and anticipate the death of an enemy. 

This assassination would be our countries salvation, it would bring hope, and a sense of security, which was all lost on that September morning.

People over analyze these figures. They say politicians are all awful narcissists, and I agree. This picture, however, depicts leaders. It depicts the worry, the intensness, and seriousness of what's happening. 

All of their hearts beat

At the same pace.

Quick, short breaths, and beads of sweat glistening on their foreheads and upper lips. 

At this point in time

These people are not politicians. 

They are hopeful together. 

Within the next hour their lives will change. 

Learning that what they have craved for ten years, has just been accomplished,

They jump out of their seats,

Some hug one another 

Some shake hands,

And then they go back to their lives. 

They go back to being the greedy self centered politicians that they all are. 

But in this moment, they are all one hopeful beating heart. 

More pictures of Colorado for our Picture Unit

Dates & places the photos were taken:2012

Grand Canyon

2012

Great Sand Dunes

2012

Grand Canyon

2013

Black Canyon of the Gunnison

2013

Great Sand Dunes

2012

Amtrak Station

2012

Glenwood Springs Adventure Park

2013

Glenwood Springs Adventure Park

This is...

2012

This is three eighths of my dysfunctional blended family,
We're standing on a large beige expansion of sand with mountains in the background
Our teeth are gritted into large smiles
The sand was in my teeth for days afterwards.
My brother, who's not pictured was probably off exploring the miles upon miles of hills.
I have a snowboard in my hand
That I would later tear down the sandy hills on
My sister is awkwardly attempting to stop the peppering winds from her sensitive skin
She stands close to my dad and I
This was my dad trying to glue our family back together

2013

The car ride was a lot less crowded
Our Toyota Sequoia was only half full
My dad realized that no adhesive can mend a shattered family
Money and greed poisoned the hearts of of its members
So this year only my nuclear family made the trip out to Colorado
And enjoy our extensive playground
This time without the burden of judgemental eyes watching us everywhere we went.

HALLOWEEN IS TOMORROW :D

For Halloween I have to work all night, 6-11, which won’t be very fun but I’ll get over it. Tonight I’m hoping to carve a pumpkin and then after work tomorrow I might get together with some friends and just hangout, but for now I just have to work :P

The stories I read were all very good, and very different from one another in a way. Marrissa E had two stories. One about a grave yard, which had a hanging ending which I liked and another one about a Jack O Lantern. Jessica had a story about going to the pumpkin patch with her sick sister which I liked a lot. I liked the descriptive words and phrases she used throughout the story. The last line is definitely a great way to end her story. Collin’s story was definitely one of my favorites. It was so well written with dialogue and descriptive gory details. Ashley’s story was about a paranormal spirit waking her up in the middle of the night and she has a conversation with it. I liked this story because she was the narrator and she was not innocent, like most protagonists in scary stories.