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.

7/7 in class blog

When I think of my childhood one of the first things that pops in my mind is the beach. with all the coarse, grainy, white sand sticking to my feet as I walk out of the refreshing, sky, blue water. I can just picture myself relaxing in the shade of a tall, luscious, green palm tree. I look up and see a group of seagulls landing on some rocks down the beach. They quickly see me and fly away.

Sensory description

On my way to Suwannee this morning I noticed a lot of details with my senses. As I walk past construction I hear a loud constant drill and hammering. When i left the dining hall I still had the smell of food in my head. I see tall red brick buildings all around me with there coarse outside texture on my way to class. Along with red I see a plethora of trees. As I walk around campus all the green almost looks like its jumping out at me.

End of week one post

Anne Lamott's shitty first drafts is for the most parts self explanatory. she talks about how every writer needs to use the drafting process before they finish there final body of work. No matter how much everyone hates to do it writing a terrible first draft that consists of every single thing that pops into your head at any given time is always very beneficial to you. For me this passage is also very similar to Gail Godwin's the watcher at the gates because it is always hard for me to write sloppy first drafts because of my perfectionist style of writing. I cant stand sentence fragments and not connecting my writing all through out my passage. I think this is a reflection of how I am in real life. I always feel like a have my own little voice inside my head that wont stop screaming when i write sloppy, kind've like the watcher at the gate. I am confident that this passage will help me to not be so critical of my own writing. As much as I hate to admit it i can really learn from the shitty first drafts passage. Unless I am forced to write rough drafts I usually ignore that part of writing. I need to start using that method more often because as much as I hate it, I can tell that I write a lot more thorough when I use the drafting process. Lorrie Moore's How to Become a Writer was a great example of how I can learn to use creative personas in my writing. The passage was also a great example on how I can create charaters with vivid details to help capture the emotions of the audience. I found this piece of wrinting a lot different than the other two passages in that it described one persons own work for the main portion of the writing. I also found it very confusing at times. But after reading this passage I am confident that I will be able to create more detailed and abstract characters in my own writing.

My Digital Self

I believe i have invested a large amount of myself to online communities. I have a twitter and a facebook. A large portion of my communication is done online through facebook chats and skype. Now that I'm in college that aspect of communication is only going to increase now that I'm away from most of my friends. All of these digital investments (skype, facebook, and twitter) combined have created a fairly accurate digital representation of myself. When people see my digital self by looking at my profile on Facebook they see my interests and sports I play but they don't know my personality or who i really am until they actually meet me, because my digital self is never gonna be my real self.

First week emotional responses

When I first arrived on campus i had a plethora of emotions running through me. At first I felt sorrow because of having to leave my childhood behind, but then that feeling was over taken by freedom and happiness for starting a new chapter in my life. now that summer classes have finally started I'm beginning to feel like an FSU student. It really hit me when i walked into my first class with four hundred students in it. I was overwhelmed, but i quickly got used to it. After a few more days i think i might actually come to like it.