How I feel today

Today I feel tired. When I woke up this morning I was overwhelmed with a feeling of grogginess like every morning, but this morning it was definitely more potent. I was up late last night working on a project for my computer fluency class. I didn’t try to go to sleep until about two and even then I had a hard time going to sleep. I tossed and turned for the majority of the night, and it felt like once I finally fell into a deep sleep I start to hear the almost dreamlike noise of my alarm clock going off. It had been going off for five minutes before I had heard it. I had five minutes to get to class. I know I didn’t get a good night sleep when I remember waking up numerous times because of bad dreams and crazy nightmares throughout the night. It was like clockwork, I would almost fall into a deep sleep and then I’m hit with a crazy dream. This is why today I feel tired.

7/25 prewriting

for my next paper I am going to choose the style of fiction. Im probably going to write a short story or a flash fiction paper.

My process of writing

I have always had a very strong perfectionist style of writing. This is most likely a reflection of how i am with everything else in life. Before i took this class i had a hard time pre-writing and using drafts. Its hard for me to write drafts because when i do something i want to make it perfect the first time. After taking this class i have a better tolerance level with writing drafts in the writing process. i never could be able to say that if i wasn't forced out of my comfort zone as a writer while taking ENC1101.

My Obituary

On this day Wesley James Thomas was pronounced dead. He was burned alive after saving a group of triplets from a collapsing building that was on fire. He lived a great life. He was 18 years old and was born in West Palm Beach, Florida in 1993, but he grew up in Jacksonville almost all his life up until his death. If he was here now he would probably tell you that was the way he wanted to go out. He will always be remembered as the wise humble man that he was. He was a interesting person. He enjoyed playing basketball and watching any kind of sports. He loved his family and being around them all the time. He lived a great life and will never be forgotten. If he could send out a message today to help people it would be "never take life to seriously."

My Art

There are an infinite amount of ways people can find art. It depends purely on the perception of something in the viewers eyes, art is limitless. My most accomplished piece of art that I ever created has to be my ceramic pot i constructed my junior year of high school. The class was pottery one, and I was taking it solely on the fact that I needed a fine art credit to graduate high school. I never thought of myself as much of an artist, and i've always been a really bad drawer. It was like three weeks into the class and our teacher assigned our first ceramic project. We had to make a huge coil pot with some kind of pattern on it. I spent forever actually building the pot. once i finished the pot structure I decided to go with a native american style pattern on the pot. It had really natural colors on the pot like dark blues, greens and browns. Needless to say it was pretty ugly, and thats what everyone told me. but it doesn't matter how they felt, because in my eyes It was absolutely beautiful.

home town speech

A large majority of my family's roots can be traced down to Trenton, Florida (a little town outside Gainesville). this is where almost half of my relatives live. This is also where every day communication can be mistaken for a dog trying to talk with marbles in his mouth. I don't know if it can even be considered a form of the English language. If it is considered,  It is just as much English as a cat meowing. It's almost as unorthodox as the people who live in the town of Trenton.

Bobby Bowden

Its cold outside, and my butt is freezing as I sit on the chilly metal bleachers next to my dad. were waiting for coach Bobby Bowden to lead the team onto the field in there nike pro combat, black uniforms that they only wear once a year. The lush green field is in perfect condition. Its one of the biggest games of the season and one of the lowest temperatures of the year outside. finally the music starts and bobby leads out the team. they stop at there sideline, and I can see Bobby perfectly from my seat about twenty rows up the stadium. He's standing there completely tranquil looking almost like he's under a spell. He's wearing his typical game day outfit consisting of his nike glasses, garnet FSU jacket, and classy kaki pants. His face shows the wear of over forty years of coaching, some of those years good, some bad. The grass beneath his feet almost seems to glisten around him as if he's standing on a cloud or a shimmering lake. He resembles a god walking amongst mere mortals. his focus seems relentless as he paces up and down the sideline waiting for the game to start. once the game starts its almost like a switch is just turned on. the smooth calmness that was once there is now swallowed up by an energetic tornado of southern slang curse words like "dad gummit." Once the game ends, its like another complete transformation. the switch is turned off and Bobby begins to cool down as the beads of sweat finally begin to seize from falling from his forehead.