Graff #1

When I look at my hands, I don’t see anything special about them, yup they are ordinary looking hands. Same thing that everyone else has, ten finger nail, all equipped with fingernails that, at the moment, I am trying to grow out. It never works, they always getting chipped and torn, but I never seem to give up hope that some day I will have nice long ladylike nails. There is a scar on my left middle finger, proof that I came out on the losing end of a fight with a stapler. Another particularly nasty little scar on my left pointer finger from when I discovered my dad’s hunting knives and decided that they would make pretty cool toys to play with. Both of my middle fingers still won’t bend all the way down because of them being repeatedly sprained from my soccer playing years as a goalie. It take a close inspection of my hands to see any of these things but when I do it brings back memories, good and bad.

Graff # 1

When I look at my hands, I don’t see anything special about them, yup they are ordinary looking hands. Same thing that everyone else has, ten finger nail, all equipped with fingernails that, at the moment, I am trying to grow out. It never works, they always getting chipped and torn, but I never seem to give up hope that some day I will have nice long ladylike nails. There is a scar on my left middle finger, proof that I came out on the losing end of a fight with a stapler. Another particularly nasty little scar on my left pointer finger from when I discovered my dad’s hunting knives and decided that they would make pretty cool toys to play with. Both of my middle fingers still won’t bend all the way down because of them being repeatedly sprained from my soccer playing years as a goalie. It take a close inspection of my hands to see any of these things but when I do it brings back memories, good and bad.

Freestyle Week # 2

Let me say start off by saying that I am a girl. Jack was only a nickname given to me when I was a kid. So if you happen to read this blog and think that some of the ideas and things that I talk about are not exactly what a guy would talk about....BINGO You are right!!!! So give yourself a pat on the back for me. And for those of you who didnt realize that anything was wrong well....you are just like me and wouldn't notice a june bug crawling across the screen that you are staring at.

classification reactions

I did like most of the essays but the ones I did were the ones about the different types of guys, because she hit it right on the nose, the one about the sports fanatics, because I know alot of them, but I had never quite classified them as a species. My absolute favorite was the one about living on a dirt road. I used to live on a dirt road and that is exactly what it is right, alot of fun sometimes and hell others

why I am not a good student

I am not a good student simply because I do not like school, never have, and I doubt that it will ever be among any of my fond memories, well the actual school part of it anyways. Ever since I was a little kid,I hated school, forced to go to school, kicking and screaming, the whole way, with my mom wondering why she just did not just stop having kids after my brother, who was the model student. Eventually I would get to school and the teacher would start talking about the subject and my mind would start wondering, then BAM I am gone, I would be thinking about what I would do once school was out or even intently watch a bug crawl across the window. I am also very bad at doing my homework. My mom would send me to my room to do it, but there would be a book I havent read for atleast a week, or some party dress that I havent tried on in a while, and before you can say cat in the hat, the homework would be for gotten.

I can't even remember when I started to dislike school. Ever since I can remember I have always dreaded Mondays, because Mondays meant an end to the weekend fun. I can remember as a little kid, all my friends would be so excited to go to school. It was something that all our older brothers and sisters were doing and although I loved my older brother and sister, and would spend all the time with them that they could stand, I did not want to start school. "Suckers" I would think, you go off and sit in a room for eight hours, in the mean time I have dolls to dress, roads to build for my trucks, and a cat to terrorize.

Eventually reality set in and since you can't remain a child for ever, I found my self off to school, despite my best efforts. For the first week or so it wasn't so bad, to be honest I actually liked it. But then I started to miss playing outside in the mud and running inside for a quick snack whenever I could. I started to realize that five days out of every week would be the same boredom for twelve more years, well more at the rate I was going. That was when I began to dread school, I mean for a child who loves to be outside, loves to run around and never sit still, sitting for eight hours a day was the ultimate in cruel. That was when I would start to daydream about the things that I should be doing,such as, helping my dad with the cows, making forts out of hay bales, feeding the horses sugar cubes. The list goes on and on and I dreamed about them all. I would usually come back down from riding a horse to realize that my teacher had asked me a question and I would spout off some answer that would make everyone, but my teacher, laugh. Needless to say she never understood my sense of humor and I would get extra homework. Don't get me wrong there were some classes that I did like but they were few and far between. All these things I learned to control and I started to pay attention in school, mush to the relief of my teachers. I found that there were interesting thing about the world that I didn't know (imagine that) and I started to enjoy school alot more.

Even though school became more interesting, homework on the other hand was two hours of hell. Here I was, out of school and I still wasn't able to go out and play. It was like being set free from prison and still being under house arrest. I mean what was the point, I knew that I understood the subjects, in fact I rarely got under a 95 on any test, but the teachers would nitpick on the one thing that I didn't do, homework. From my point of view, after spending so many hours in school what would possess me to want to spend more time inside when the daylight was wasting away and my bedtime comming up way to fast for my liking. So I would do a little here and there just to prove to my mother that I actually did the work and I would skip out the door with a promise to not go too far, and I was free to do what I had been thinking about all day.

Today I am happy to say that I actually enjoy school and the teachers seem to want to actually be hear. I no longer daydream, well not nearly as much, and although I still have problems with my homework I have a each class every other day so I have more time to work on it. It is different now, the homework that I do is for my own benefit and I am old enough, and mature enough to sit down and just do it. Well kinda.

isearch

Career choices for me-- Right now I don't have one, career choice that is, I did have one in mind, radiograpgy, but then I took a test to get into the program along with a personality test. I did pretty good on the actual test part but the personality test told me that I was not "suitable". So there goes that idea. At the moment nothing else apeals to me enough to want to do it the rest of my life. I have wanted to do something in the medical field for a long time now, not a doctor because they have to go to school for way to long and I have talked to enough nurses to have some doubts whether I would want to do that either. That is why radiography appealed to me because it is very good money for only three years of school, and that is right up my ally. I think that I would be able to concentrate better on school if there was an end in sight. That is why i decided to do my paper on finding myself a career. Maybe there is something else that I have not thought of.

cigarrettes

There are times when I literally cant stand them, cigarettes that is. I have been smoking since I was 15, back then it was the cool thing to do, everybody my age would think woooow they must be really grown up to be able to smoke. So I started, knowing about all the things that they could do to you and yet in my arrogance not carring. I was young, in good shape and ready to take on the world. I was the one who gave them to my best friend in the whole world, Heather, she was kinda resitent at first but I wore her down and now she is as hooked as I am. Today, almost three years later we have decided to quit, so far we have tried the patch and just about every kind of nicorrette there is and nothing. Every time I see those dumb comercials I want to laugh. So hear we are with nothing left to try, at the end of the proverbial "rope", we have decided to go cold turkey. This is the first day cigarrette free and I freel like crap, but I'm holding on, plus I know that I am not alone in my struggle, as with everything, my best friend is with me.