Saturday, March 13, 2010

Beginning of my Self Portait paper

I thought it was pretty good and I wanted to share!

With my brother on one arm and my aunt on the other, they slowly walked with me into her hospital room. Tears clouded my vision as we got closer and closer to the open door. Standing directly in front of the door, my body begins to shake, my knees weaken and tears stream down my face. My aunt and brother hold me as I push forward. “You don’t have to do this,” my aunt says. I ignore her worried voice and walk into the room to see my best friend’s lifeless body lay in bed. My body gives. My knees buckle and I begin to fall but my family holds me together. Tubes run through her body; the one in her mouth has chipped her front tooth. A simple procedure went wrong. She’s in a coma.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Pretentious Bitch

Why must people feel the need to laugh at a person while they are standing in front of the whole class giving a presentation? It seems like everytime I open my mouth to give my opinion someone laughs at me. So, I choose not to speak in most if not all of my classes unless I am forced to, like on Thursday.

It was a group presentation in my Visual Culture class, which is actually a pretty difficult class to follow. Luckily there aren't any real tests just three papers each 6 pages long and one presentation. Well mine was the other day. I and my group members were nervous. I was the last person to speak and I had note cards. We gave the class questions to answer which started a great discussion about the documentary we were presenting. The documentary was so odd. You can buy it for 400 dollars its called Reassemblage. Anyway, at one point I gave my well thought opinion about what the documentary was about and a woman let out a hardy laugh and so did some guy in a stupid hat and skinny jeans. The woman is pretentious and likes to hear herself speak. She's a graduate, how fancy. No one else in the class found it comical or silly. Maybe I need to develop a thick skin OR maybe I should have told her to fuck off when class was over. I don't usually curse but I was livid and still am. Something like this has happened in almost all of my classes.


Not to sound self-centered, but I like to think people feel threatened by me when things like this happen. I'm smart, diligent, pretty, fashionable, and I look different. I'm not the All American type. Maybe people just don't get me and those who do are just as different as I am.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Major Change

So, this is my first blog and I probably won't update it everyday but I will do my best to post something at least once a week. I'm starting this blog in the hopes that it will keep me on track and focused. If I post the things I need to do, people I know will read it and expect me to follow through. I don't want to embarrass myself, so I MUST do them.

Lately, well for the past year and half, I've been struggling with my major. I'm currently in the School of Ed. with a double major of English and Special Ed. I do NOT want to be a teacher anymore. I like kids but teaching them does not sound appealing anymore. The schools around here are pretty horrible. There's no funding. The students seem to be getting worse. The schools are poor, and the teachers are poor as well. You don't become a teacher for the money, and I'm realizing that I would like to make an above average income. Who doesn't? I want to be able to support myself. I don't need a man! (Eric, I think you're great!)

I spoke with a new counselor today about keeping my English major and finding a new minor. I will be in school for a little longer but it will be worth it in the long run. I don't want to be stuck at a cruddy job that I hate. I'm considering communications as my minor in the areas of screen studies and  journalism. I have all the forms needed for a change of major, so hopefully I will turn those in by the end of this week or early next week. I'm not exactly sure how much longer I will be in school yet; I will figure all that out when I get a list of requirements for my minor.I already have most of my English credits! I want to take summer classes and take 15 credit hours a semester. I want to be done. I hate school at the moment. I've never hated school this much. Hopefully this change will help me like school more. I used to love it. I should have changed it sooner, but I didn't want to let my parents down. They seemed so proud of me, but I realized they will be proud as long as I graduate. They want me to be successful and happy.

People always ask me "what can you do with an English major?" Well, my counselor gave me a list of career options that I will hand out the next time someone asks. Please stop asking me that, I don't want to make a ton of copies and kill trees.

To do list:
Fill out change of major form
Submit form
Find list of requirements for minor
Figure out possible spring classes
Figure out how long it will take me to graduate (I hope it takes less than two years)
Update bloggity blog