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 ;-)

Definition Of Creative Non-Fiction- An Assignment

I had never before heard of Creative Non-fiction before this spring 2008 semester. If you had asked me last year, I would have guessed. And yet, as this semester comes to a close, and I have spent what is almost 16 weeks with Professor Farley, I have a much better understanding of what was unknown to me, and truly, a deeper respect and love for the genre. I now have a definition that I could inform and educate others with- a definition that has changed me as a writer forever.

To define creative non-fiction as best I could, it would be a genre that acknowledges life as a whole- a reality that has been transformed into a beautiful, well written piece; making a piece of reality an enticing work. And yet, these words that describe it so perfectly cannot suffice for the true definition that I understand as a person and writer. The definition does not come from a book, or from any resource; it comes from me and my growing as a writer. The time and place where I truly began to experience and learn about the genre (more importantly, appreciating it) was with my blog. My blog, although personal, is written with a certain flair and touch that it becomes a work of art- my thoughts that bounce around all day have become my creative expression of my daily routine- my crazy antics that are truly non-fictional, and yet, are written completely creatively.

The two books we have read in class, “All Around the Town” and “The Curve of Binding Energy”, although they are more historical, are great examples of the genre. They are written in an aesthetically pleasing vernacular- enticing in the way that one wants to read them, and yet- they are completely and truly non-fictional. It helps one to understand that this genre is one of the easiest to write under, as it is completely open ended. It has the beauty of being able to be completely over exaggerated, melancholy, or even nostalgic- any emotion known to man- and be true and real at the same time. It is the almost perfect genre for college students, much like myself, to learn to appreciate as well as write under, as learning to write in such a way that hooks and entices readers as well as educates them, while getting a writer’s point across is vital to any one subject; creative non-fiction is not limited to one topic. While creative writing connects to the writer, and many oftentimes, the reader, it does not have the same level of intensity as its counterpart, non-fiction. Non-fiction carries a part of the writer itself, and is oftentimes the more preferred of the two as it is easier to lets one’s inner experiences and soul out into a piece as such; The open ended-ness and ability to be extremely frank with readers is almost like a drug that entice writers and readers alike to this specific genre.

Creative non-fiction is the one genre I had never known about, at yet, it is the only one that has changed my writing style and capabilities, not only for the better, but for good. As a writer and lover of the arts, I could never look back; I have found my niche in the lack of boundaries that I have discovered- a style that allows me to be random, be creative, to be me.

My Sincere Apologies, Monsieur, But You Must Understand...

I don't know why I forget to blog. I really don't. And I do realize that I don't. For those of you who read my blog faithfully and are my audience, I deeply apologize. You see, it's a difficult thing to explain. For me, writing isn't an assignment- it's a way of life. It's the expression of feelings, whether it's anger, despair, ingenious design or sheer bliss. This whole 2 blogs a week thing doesn't work for me- especially with mandated papers that must be written, as if they are such a simple task. But my blog is different.

While the other papers are structured, gathering my opinions and thoughts on certain topics controlled by my brain and conscience, my blog comes from my soul. It's like my art- it just happens; my art could never be forced because it becomes, in the same instant, an assignment- completely void of any importance to me.

One can therefore derive, my faithful readers, that this page, although simple in appearance, using simple words to tell the story of a simple girl, very simply gives me a stage in which to portray and display my soul. Not many humans do what I do. Who knows why. Probably fear. Fear of being made fun of. Of being looked at differently. Of having their personal business displayed, their dirty laundry hung-to be naked in the eyes of the public. The way I see it? Well, everyone has their dirt and their flaws. Mine just happen to be particularly entertaining ;-)