You could hear it coming, the sound of the rain drops hitting the ground.
As it came closer and closer it seemed to get harder and harder.
Now hitting the roof of your house it sounded like little pebbles falling from the sky.
The rain was so thick and heavy it seemed to be raining cats and dogs.
With each drop you could almost hear the sound those animals make.
About Me
- Kit
- Hi the name is Georgie, but just call me Kit everyone else does. I am 21 and living large. ^_^ I am in college to become a vet tech, why you ask because i love animals. That is prolly the reason why most people become one. I have a zoo at my house, i have four cats, two dogs, three rabbits, fish, and an Iguana. My cat (Squeeker) is with me here at college. I was born in Italy, but raised in a small town called Afton (yeah i am sure most never heard of it). Hmmm...what else can i say, well i can be shy but once you get to know me i can be pretty cool. At least i think i am can be. hee
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Simply Me
The question is what have I learn from taking this class? Or even was I able to broaden my horizon on things that I have already known. I would say to this is not really.
I did learn a new writing style that I liked, but I have written that way before but I was never given the proper name for it. A lot of what was talked about was things that I have written, but never cared to finish some of my stories. One of the things we were to write was to have a flashback at some point in it. I have stories with this in it and I thought that was easy and went right to it. I even helped my old roommate start her paper for English because it had to start out as a flashback. So, I have been writing these kinds of things for a long time, which is probably why I took the class.
I think the only thing that I would need to work on is being more open in class and getting in one some of the things we discussed in class. Though to me, that kind of thing is not really needed to become a good writer. Yeah people might want you to take about the book or story you have written, but you do not have to be so perfect on it and go off knowing exactly what you are going to say. You can be a good writer and you may never get on TV or have a best seller, but that does not mean you are not a good writer.
One thing that I did not learn anything from was doing the work shopping. It might have helped in some way, but a lot of people wrote the same way as others. A lot of people did poems and most did them with a rhyming theme, which after a few of them just made it boring and I really did not pay attention. I did all the work to it and wrote my opinion on things. Some people, and I was one of them, did not want to change their piece. I believe they just wanted to know what people thought of it.
So with this being my self assessment, I would say I did okay in the class. There were a few things I could work on, but overall I enjoyed this class a lot.
I did learn a new writing style that I liked, but I have written that way before but I was never given the proper name for it. A lot of what was talked about was things that I have written, but never cared to finish some of my stories. One of the things we were to write was to have a flashback at some point in it. I have stories with this in it and I thought that was easy and went right to it. I even helped my old roommate start her paper for English because it had to start out as a flashback. So, I have been writing these kinds of things for a long time, which is probably why I took the class.
I think the only thing that I would need to work on is being more open in class and getting in one some of the things we discussed in class. Though to me, that kind of thing is not really needed to become a good writer. Yeah people might want you to take about the book or story you have written, but you do not have to be so perfect on it and go off knowing exactly what you are going to say. You can be a good writer and you may never get on TV or have a best seller, but that does not mean you are not a good writer.
One thing that I did not learn anything from was doing the work shopping. It might have helped in some way, but a lot of people wrote the same way as others. A lot of people did poems and most did them with a rhyming theme, which after a few of them just made it boring and I really did not pay attention. I did all the work to it and wrote my opinion on things. Some people, and I was one of them, did not want to change their piece. I believe they just wanted to know what people thought of it.
So with this being my self assessment, I would say I did okay in the class. There were a few things I could work on, but overall I enjoyed this class a lot.
A New Piece of Art
‘Crash!’ a load noise went across the whole building. Turning around you can see tons of people surrounding these two cars. One of them is laying on it side while the other one is, well, in the air stuck between the car on its side and the ceiling of the building. Everyone is talking, “Oh my god, what happened, how did this happen, is anyone hurt or dead, are they okay?” But just standing there you look at it closer and to you it could be a really bad crash; though then again it is a piece of art that these cars have formed. Might not look like that to the owners of the cars, but it is kind of cool looking. How the car is suspended in air because it is squeezed so tight between the other car and the ceiling. You can see someone putting those red ropes around the cars, so people do not go near the new piece of art.
In Pain...
Scared, hurt, worried… that is all I have been feeling these days. Life feels like it is slipping away and might never come back. This is how I feel now that Dan is getting ready for Iraq. Just thinking talking about it hurts so much. I am in pain because of it, what can I do, but just sit here crying because I can't talk to him when I want to. I feel useless like I am nothing. I love him so much it hurts just not even being able to hear his voice for just like two minutes. Wow I sound so pathetic... I am pathetic cause all I can do right now is cry and cry some more.
This is something that i wrote about six months ago.
This is something that i wrote about six months ago.
WTF
Wow. The way I feel right now hurts. I don't know y but I feel like shit and with all the shit that has happened or that is happening is just making it worse. People say shit and you get worried, they say that you don't want to know or it is nothing, and then they say it is about you. WTF you don't do that it just makes you worry even more. Then what they say is stupid or they made you worry for no reason. So you got all worked up for no reason but you are still worried like they just said that and don't really tell you the reason. Plus you are worried and stressed about other things at the same time so… you don't know what to do but just sit there and listen to it or read it. Sometimes you even feels like things aren't worth doing anymore or trying to do. I just sit here wondering is all this really worth it is the end, trying to be happy and hind everything that happens.
My Little Play
He opens the door to an old shop. The walls are lined with M4s, and right in the middle of the shop you can see a few bazookas and missiles.
He walks over to one of the missiles and starts messing with it, looking over his shoulder every ten seconds.
After a few minutes he finally walks over to the store clerk.
“Hey Ryman, how are you doing today?”
“I am good, how about you?”
“I am doing pretty well. The weather is pretty hot, no?”
“Yeah is it just a little!” “So, what are you up to?”
“I was just checking out a few of the missiles, are these ones new?”
“Why yes they are. They go faster and further than the others, and the explosions are much bigger.”
“Well! Do you have one of those for the bedroom?”
*laughing*
“Um no, Sorry guess if you want something like that, you would have to check the store down the road.” *laugh*
“So anyways, I would like this one. What type is it?”
“This is a ‘Big Bang Boom’ missile. It can travel five thousand feet and clear an area the size of a football field.”
“Oh, sounds nice how much would you say it would be?”
“Ah… it runs around five hundred thousand dollars.”
“Hmm… very nice, hey Ryman can you do something for me?”
“Maybe, depending on what it might be.”
“Well you see this missile is new a beacon for a US Army strike.”
“Um ok, what would you like me to do about it?”
“Since you are going to lose everything you hold dear, I was just letting you know ahead of time.” “Also if you wanted to get out of here and time you could grab a few things now and head out.” “Cause right now I would say you get ten minutes to do so.”
“Okay, thanks.” *runs for the back room grabs a bag and a few other things, and runs out the door*
He walks over to one of the missiles and starts messing with it, looking over his shoulder every ten seconds.
After a few minutes he finally walks over to the store clerk.
“Hey Ryman, how are you doing today?”
“I am good, how about you?”
“I am doing pretty well. The weather is pretty hot, no?”
“Yeah is it just a little!” “So, what are you up to?”
“I was just checking out a few of the missiles, are these ones new?”
“Why yes they are. They go faster and further than the others, and the explosions are much bigger.”
“Well! Do you have one of those for the bedroom?”
*laughing*
“Um no, Sorry guess if you want something like that, you would have to check the store down the road.” *laugh*
“So anyways, I would like this one. What type is it?”
“This is a ‘Big Bang Boom’ missile. It can travel five thousand feet and clear an area the size of a football field.”
“Oh, sounds nice how much would you say it would be?”
“Ah… it runs around five hundred thousand dollars.”
“Hmm… very nice, hey Ryman can you do something for me?”
“Maybe, depending on what it might be.”
“Well you see this missile is new a beacon for a US Army strike.”
“Um ok, what would you like me to do about it?”
“Since you are going to lose everything you hold dear, I was just letting you know ahead of time.” “Also if you wanted to get out of here and time you could grab a few things now and head out.” “Cause right now I would say you get ten minutes to do so.”
“Okay, thanks.” *runs for the back room grabs a bag and a few other things, and runs out the door*
Mornings
I hate mornings
The bright sun always finds a way though my curtains.
With that little bit of light,
The light seems to make the room so bright,
I can not sleep another minute.
When I finally get up and get out of bed,
I am in a haze.
If someone is trying to talk to me,
I just look at them and walk away.
If they asked why this is what I would tell them,
I am not an early bird I do not like the morning,
So if you want me to do something,
Wait a few hours then ask me.
I hate the mornings.
The bright sun always finds a way though my curtains.
With that little bit of light,
The light seems to make the room so bright,
I can not sleep another minute.
When I finally get up and get out of bed,
I am in a haze.
If someone is trying to talk to me,
I just look at them and walk away.
If they asked why this is what I would tell them,
I am not an early bird I do not like the morning,
So if you want me to do something,
Wait a few hours then ask me.
I hate the mornings.
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