Thanks For The Memories!

It's been a great semester. Really and truly, I've adored it- although I've genuinely (and openly) despised the workload. Next semester seems as if it will be preety good- what with my MWF's off =)

However, looking back, I feel I need to bring light to those who made this semester what It really was- what with Alyssa and my daily trauma's and issues with our laptops and other electronics, Farls, and how positively red he gets when Jojo and Christina tease him, Phil Richie and Vito continuously trying to kidnapp me and take me off campus, finally succeeding somewhere around April, and fianlly (and what i consider to be one of the funniest things ever to happen) was my minor incident at the end of the year BBQ. No comment. That story is taken to the grave with Christina, Jojo, Phil, Vito and myself.

So, it comes down to this. It's been great; It's been real. We've grown together, laughed together, stressed over Farley's papers together (Farls, JKING!! ) Got semi lost in Staten Island while I was driving together- I just hope, know, rather, that the rest of our years will be as good as this one. Thanks for the memories guys ♥

Another Reccommandation

Another blogger from Farley's class. Love her. She's a profesional blogger, but she works with advertising her photography. She has some really great stuff, and I'd love it if you lookd at it. Like you actually care what I love or not. Sorry- had some brain block =)

http://www.ninakatchadourian.com/index.php

My Reccommandation

I found this blogger through Professor Farley, through RedStorm Writing, and i check up on her about every week or so. I don't know if this author knows it; in fact, I highly doubt she does. But if you love what I do, then you'll certainly adore K. I do =)

http://almostliterary.blogspot.com/

Changed For the Better

Overall, the blog has changed me-changed me for what I feel to be the better. I feel as if this outlet makes me a more educated and cultured individual, as well as more social, as I connect with hundreds, maybe even thousands of others through the simple means of a humanistic primal need- communication. As a person, my improved writing is what has astonished me the most, as I often surprise myself, but then again, one is never too old to let life surprise you. In a public setting, I have not only joined the world of cyber space as a blogger, giving communication a whole new meaning in my life. Blending my personal and public life, the real lesson learned has been the comfort of being me, being real in a public setting- something I’d never been before. My writing now has a showcase, something I’d always wanted for what talent I’ve always known I’ve had. In a class setting, I feel that it does serve some credential, as the use of technology and freedom of what an individual chooses to write about meets my standards of what I’d expected in a college class. Coming in, I had expected such freedom, such a work load and definitely an increase in my creative level. This blogging project has opened so many new doors for me, some of which I hadn’t even discovered.
As a part time student and full time appreciator of the arts, my appreciation has only deepened. Professor Farley’s assignments, increasing my ranges of how deep I could go with personal experiences, yet sticking to a formal class that actually teaches something rather then the regurgitation of book-read facts, is truly everything I’d ever wanted in one English class- and is something I’d never gotten until this semester. I’m truly happy that I’ve taken the class, had this opportunity to grow, and forever grateful to Professor David Farley for changing my life more than he could ever know.

Quote of the day...

I kinda put this together, although it probably is completely unoriginal, i still did. but hey. It means something to me, so i guess it's just some food for thought...


"Live life without regrets because when you regret and look back, you'll miss what's passing you by..."
~ Me

Hate & Love Are Opposite Emotions, But More Often, Are Paired Together…

I hated this blog. Legitimately. I despised that it had a constraint and had to be written on frequently. And yet, as I type these words of pure hatred, I have to say, I fell in love. Blogging helps to clear my soul of its imperfections. It has given me a place to put the words that bounce around in my head throughout the day. But after all the time, effort, aggravation, nights spent typing these things out, and more importantly, the quality increasing over time, I am glad to say that my hatred has led to a deeper love. That I plan to keep this blog long after my class ends. That my babbling, confusing day to day sagas and rambles will still be here. Day after day- they’ll be here. So, even though I expressed hatred, laziness and a lax attitude, I truly have one person to thank. Farls- wherever you are, I know you’re reading this for my grade, but, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for giving me a space to write.

Imelda Marcos Doesn’t Have Anything On Me…

Flats. Peep-toe Espadrilles. Pointy black heels. Sequined thongs with a corked heel. Signature Burberry wedges. Flip-Flops. Stilettos.

Eight pairs of shoes. I couldn’t believe it. I had bought eight pairs of shoes in ONE single hour. I had cashed only 100 dollars from my check, and soon realize that I have an addiction and am in dire need of rehab; yes, I am now an openly, and self proclaimed shoe whore. And yet, as I sit in my room, piles of shoes surrounding me as I wonder where I will neatly store my newfound treasures, I gaze down at my naked feet- each of my ten toes perfectly pedicured, and I ask myself- if I have so many shoes, why am I always barefoot?

In a sad attempt to answer this, as well as solve my space dilemma, my alternate personality, the 8 year old child with ADD, takes over me, and I calmly leave my heap of shoes in my room, on the floor to go downstairs because I really just want an apple.

End of the Year Paper

End of the Year Paper

When I began my English 1000C class, titled creative non-fiction, I knew that I would easily transition into the work load. As classes continued, I began to awaken myself to a different side of my writing. While I was primarily an academic writer, the blog assignments opened me to a creative side- a side of my work that now allowed for the true essence of writing to easily flow. Through this class, I have certainly become more confident in my writing abilities, as well as more open to different kinds of artistic writing. Learning to incorporate an artistic way to what I’ve always known writing to be opened so many new doors- especially the blog which I certainly intend to keep much longer than my class permits assignments. The blog, as well as other assignments this class offered, was radically different from my others- and I began to look past academic writing that limited me to reading certain novels and works of literature and in the end, spitting back information read and what I had inferred on the topics.

Last semester’s English class was one that I had despised- rooted in world cultures in literature, my professor conducted a typical class of students reading the works, having to takes notes and respond with the correct answers to prove that we did the work. These classes in particular do not work for me, as I have mentioned in a number of personal works, as well as my blog, that writing is not all academia- but more of a part of the writer’s soul; each work encompasses the true meaning of what it is to be an educated and inspired human- no matter what the personal talent is. In Eng 1100 I found myself, more often than not, searching within myself to pull papers from a place where I didn’t think I’d be able to- I truly hated the constrictions of thesis papers based on specific works that allow for little to no freedom of the art that writing truly is.

As a writer I would categorize myself as one that acts on literacy based on circumstance- for the sheer beauty of it- that writing comes from a place inside rather than answers that are regurgitated onto a word document to sum up some made up thesis to compensate for a grade. My strengths lay in my experiences, my life, my soul- my loves. My weaknesses are deeply entwined with my own procrastination and lack of ever being on time. Should I ever change my ways- ever to become more organized, maybe that will change ;-)