This is a an extra blog post I'm choosing to do, because I work in the medical field and I am seeing how this pandemic is effecting us first hand.
I work in the dialysis field, and many of my patients are in nursing homes (which are at an extremely high risk for the virus at the moment), have diabetes so they have a terrible immune system, they cannot take care of themselves, etc. And honestly, a lot of them aren't even that old either. It's very scary to see how afraid they are of getting this virus, and having to consult them about it just about everyday I see them. We have had patients pass away from the virus already, as well as patients family members pass away from the virus. We have had to open certain units on off days to treat patients that have COVID-19, in order to try to keep them separate from the other patients. Most of the nurses and techs are of course putting their families at risk for this, which is obviously very stressful. We are not able to use more than one mask per day if we can help it, and we are not provided N95 masks due to there being a shortage of them. Most of the healthcare field is not being given hazard pay either, which is a whole other issue we are all having with this situation. I understand everyone is tired of staying at home wants everything to open back up, but I don't think they were realize how serious it is until they themselves get the virus or someone they love gets it. In my opinion, staying at home is almost like a luxury right now. Most people are getting paid unemployment, and are making more than they were at their normal job, yet the people who are putting themselves at risk are basically getting nothing extra income wise. I don't understand how that is even possible. To be honest, I don't mind the whole "quarantine" all that much. I think things move way too fast in our lives as it is, and we needed time to slow the hell down for a change. To spend time with our families that we live with but never get a chance to see. To reconnect with friends and family that we never get a chance to speak to. In my opinion, I think a lot of people are being very ungrateful. We're being ordered to stay at home and sit on our couches, not go to war.
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Hey! So this is blog post number 7. Unfortunately, this is going to be our last blog assignment, due to the pandemic we are all facing right now. I am a little bummed about this and how many changes we had to make, but I know we will get through it together.
In this blog assignment, we are to compose a video talking about GRITT: -Genre Awareness -Rhetorical Awareness -Identity as an author -Theory of writing -Transfer or writing to future writing situations We must go over the 5 topics of GRITT in either a five to ten minute video or we can choose to write about specific assignments we've done, topics in class we have gone over, etc. I am also going to talk about my experience as a whole with this class, how it has helped me with my writing, and how I can apply it all to my future. I am choosing to write about my experience, more so because I stutter a lot when I talk and I also ramble too much about things and then I start to not make sense. So I feel a little more comfortable with writing about it instead. Here is the Reflective Writing link and the Genres in Academic Writing: Reflection link. I want to start off by saying, this was probably my favorite class that I have taken in college so far. This was my first year coming back to college in almost 4 years, so I had tons of anxiety leading up to the beginning of the semester. After the first class, my nerves drastically eased up. I never had anything against writing, in fact I actually used to write a lot when I was a child. This class reminded me of how therapeutic it can be to write, how to look for certain symbols in pieces of writing and identify the different genres of writing,. This class was much different than any of the other English classes I had taken. Believe it or not, I actually took this class once already. Back when I had just got out of high school. And honestly, I thought it was pretty pointless. I can't even tell you anything I learned in that class back then. Your Genre Awareness: There were quite a few firsts for me in this class. It might sound crazy, but I wasn't even completely sure what a memoir was until I took this class. I now know that it is basically a short story about something important that happened in your life, and the emotions behind it, as well. I thoroughly enjoyed writing my memoir. For my research paper, I can't even tell you the last time I wrote a research paper about something that I was actually interested in. A research paper is more of an informal piece of writing, and has facts from other pieces of work. I picked the topic of mental health for my research paper, which is something I feel very strongly about. Your Rhetorical Awareness: Rhetorical awareness isn't even a term I remember learning about. It is mainly used to inform people about something, so I had used it a lot in my research paper- targeting people who specifically deal with mental health issues on a regular basis. It is basically persuading, and I was trying to persuade the media that we need to focus more on our mental health in the workplace, and make therapy/medication more affordable with insurance. Rhetoric is not meant to be used in a negative way. Your Identity As An Author: I never thought to have a separate identity for myself as an author, nor was I ever informed to by a teacher in any of my English classes, that I can remember anyway. This helped me understand more about my mental health, as well as finding another way to cope with things I deal with. Having a author identity also pushed me to want to write more, and more to write about, if that makes sense. Your Theory of Writing: This course completely changed the way I feel about writing, in my adult years that is. I value writing so much more than I used to, because I can now pick out certain things from the pieces of writing I read and I understand them in a totally different way. This class has also helped me feel like what I am writing about truly matters and gave me a new way to "let things out" when I don't necessarily feel like talking. Your Transfer of Writing to Future Writing Situations: As far as how I will transfer it to my future writing, I am back in school in hopes to become a nurse. With that being said, I know I will have to write so many documentations with this career. I plan on carrying my knowledge and experience with this class into my future classes. Hello! This is blog post number 6. This week, we are writing more towards our narrative project, which is a memoir. We were assigned to read "Rewinding & Rewriting: The Alternate Universe Inside Our Heads. This article is about thinking the outcome of a situation to be different than what actually happened. This is something I do constantly myself, and I'm sure damn near everyone else does it, too. For this blog post, I'm going to write about if the outcome of my experience for my memoir would've ended up, if I could have changed the situation behind it.
Rewinding & Rewriting: The Alternate Universes in Our Heads (NPR Hidden Brain Episode) I open my fridge to get the chicken and vegetables I was making myself for dinner. It was a Friday evening, and I had off on Fridays at the time. As I get the seasonings out of the cabinet, I got the sudden urge to just throw everything on the floor. The chicken, the veggies, seasonings. And I did. I had a total mental breakdown. I destroyed my entire kitchen as I was making myself dinner. I sat on the floor for a while. I was crying and my head was all over the place. What the hell just happened to me? Why did I just lash out like that? The crazy thing is, that isn't the first time this happened, but it was the time when I totally realized how bad my emotions were effecting my life. I had been prescribed a bottle of pain killers for a neck injury I had at the time, while I also had a bottle of vodka in my freezer. My thought process with these two was, horrible, as you can imagine at this point. I didn't want to live anymore. I didn't want to stress and struggle through life anymore. I was exhausted from my emotions controlling every single thing I did in my life, making it a giant shit show. I was living alone, I was broke, in debt from booking impulsed trips that I couldn't afford nor did I even go on any of them; I didn't care about a fucking thing in this moment. My boyfriend at the time was at work. I called him in the middle of this breakdown I was having. We didn't have a healthy relationship. He was extremely controlling and he didn't understand me at all. But I didn't know what else to do or else to call, because I knew I didn't want to do this, but this dark, disgusting voice in my head was tempting me tremendously. As I talked to him on the phone, this was probably the only time he had actually gotten off on his damn ego throne and helped me through yet another episode I was having. He could tell it was even more so serious this time that it usually was. I sat on the floor for a good solid hour, while I had the pill bottle and vodka bottle next to me, as he talked me out of ending my life. "You do not want to do this, Kellie. Think about what your mom would feel like. Think about how you haven't even experienced anything life has to offer yet. You are more than this illness you have. You cannot let it take you down this way." What if I didn't call him? What if he wasn't able to talk me out of it? What if I just went along and did what I intentionally wanted to do? I most likely wouldn't be here right now. And that's a very scary thought. Although there was a ton of bad times after this moment,there has been so many great moments after it, too. I started college again. I finally moved into a nice apartment and out of the shit holes I was living in. Blog post number 5 coming at you! This week we are getting pretty emotional, which is right up my alley. We were advised to read two short stories. One is a piece by one of my favorites, Maya Angelou. I have actually read this story a while ago. The other piece is by Ernest Hemmingway, who is also one of the most famous writers that I have heard about. The strong emotions in these writings and the seriousness of the real situations these people went through very much so relates to a lot of my writing, especially this blog post. We were assigned to share an emotional moment we have had with someone in our lives. Me being the way I am, I had a million scenes that I've had in my life pop into my head.
My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou) Hills Like White Elephants It was a Saturday night, fairly late. I was around 5 years old. I don't recall ever spending the night at my fathers house before this night. My mother and father had agreed that I should spend more time with him, so they arranged a sleepover. At first I remember being pretty excited about it, since I never saw my dad all that much. But when the day actually came and my Mom was helping me pack a few things, I got this extremely uneasy feeling. My father was coming to pick me up that evening. As the hours were going by, this uneasy feeling became worse. I was so young at the time, so I really didn't understand why I felt like this. I mean, this was my Dad. Someone I should be happy to see and be around. Why was I feeling like this? My father picked me up, and as I hugged my mom goodbye, I didn't even want to let go. I walked out the door and got in my dad's car. He was happy to see me, and on the outside I was too. But on the inside, I wasn't. We got to this apartment. He still lived in the one that him and my mom lived in when I was first born. I put my things in the spare bedroom he had, and we go down to the basement. "What would you like to watch on TV?" He says to me, flipping through the channels. "Oh, it doesn't matter. I guess cartoons if they are on this time of night." I said, taking a sip of the chocolate milk he poured for me. He put something on and he sat on the floor while I laid on the couch. He was making some conversation with me, and I laughed a few times. It was getting late, and I usually would be in bed by now, but for some reason I wasn't tired. "Do you want to go to sleep?" He asks. "Yeah, I am getting pretty tired." I wasn't. But I didn't know what else to say. We walk upstairs. He hugs me goodnight, and I walked into the bedroom. The guest bedroom he had gave me a very cold feeling. I was laying in bed, staring up at this flower picture he had on the wall. I couldn't help but think how badly I wanted to be back home with my mom, but I didn't understand why. At this point, I looked over at the clock. It said 1:34 am. After maybe an hour of laying there in the dark, I got up. I slowly opened his door. He was sleeping. "Dad?" I said, in a very shaky voice. He wakes up right away and turns over towards me. "What's the matter?" He asks, clearly confused as to why I was waking him up in the middle of the night. "I can't sleep" I said. "I really want to go back home and see mom." "What?" He says, shooting up out of bed. "Why?" "I'm not sure, but I just want to go." I say to him. He gets up and walks me with me to the living room. I sat down on the couch and he was standing over me, questioning me about why I felt the way I did. I started getting more and more upset. "I don't know! I just want to go back home!" I cried. "I just want to see mom!" "But Kellie, it's me, your dad!" He starts to panic and yell to me. "Why don't you want to stay here?" I continued to cry, and it was to the point where I was absolutely hysterical. There was tears running down my face and it was extremely hard for me to calm down. "I can't take you home right now, Kellie" He says to me. "It's the middle of the night, I'm sure your everyone at home is sleeping. I will take you home first thing in the morning." After a little while, I decided to go back to the bedroom and try to fall asleep. As I laid in this bed, I looked up at the picture of the flower again. I thought to myself, "if I just keep looking at this flower, hopefully I will eventually fall asleep." This story I shared for this blog post shows the real emotion of how a parents divorce can effect the child. I was so used to being at home with my mom, that my dad almost seemed like a stranger to me. Discourse Community Overview
What is Literacy? (James Paul Gee) A Discourse Community is "a group of people who are trying to achieve specific common goals." There are multiple ways to express a discourse community. One example is Religion. There are many different ways you can look at Religion, but overall there are groups of people who share the same or at least similar beliefs and goals. Another way to look at discourse communities is a sports team. The team initially has the same goal- to win- but individually they may have their own separate parts to play and goals to reach in that game. What is Literacy? "A socially accepted association among ways of using language, of thinking, and of acting that can be used to identify oneself as a member of a socially meaningful group of "social network." In college for example, you are expected to write and read at a certain level. In an interview, you are expected to act, dress, and talk a certain way. When you are born, you are all born into a primary discourse. It's your families discourse, which is more than language. It is identity. We acquire our primary discourse. It is speaking more than words. Then, you have secondary discourses. You are around a certain behavior and you pick up that behavior through men-cognitive teaching. If you're a primary discourse, that you were born into, is close to your secondary discourse, it is easier for you to adapt to this. If your secondary is far away from your primary, you have to make changes to get there. If you were born into an immigrant home, where your main language isn't English, going to college in America will be much more difficult to do than someone who was born and brought up into English. Hola! This is my fourth blog post for this semester. We were assigned a few more readings, but this time the assignment is a little different. We are projecting that the authors of these writings are all having a discussion at a round table. The first reading is by Don Murray, called "Teach Writing As A Process Not A Product" which I completely agreed with his entire focus on that piece. The second article is by Mary Karr, called "Against Vanity: In Praise of Revision." I love the way Mary Karr writes this reading. She comes off aggressive right off the bat and you can tell she's passionate about this specific topic. The last reading is by Anne Lamott, called "Bird by Bird," which we only had to read 6 pages of. I am interested in reading the whole book at some point. Teach Writing as a Process Not a Product (Don Murray) Against Vanity: In Praise of Revision (Mary Karr) Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life | pp. 28 -34 | Short Assignments & Shitty First Drafts (Anne Lamott) On a warm Saturday morning in the spring, I saw an event on Facebook that there was several authors that were going to be at an invention in Philly. I had just started writing in my English class, and it's something I want to get better at. I haven't heard of any of the writers, but I figured they wouldn't mind answering some general questions I had about writing. It was only $20 a ticket, so I thought why not. I decided to jump on the train and head down there. I walk into the Convention Center downtown, and it was packed! For some reason I didn't think it would be this crowded. There were several aspiring authors there, but they had the famous Don Murray, Mary Karr, and Anne Lamott all at one table in the very front. I weasel my way up there through the crowds of people. I was actually nervous to speak to them! Which isn't a feeling I don't have very often. I've been having some trouble with the blog assignments, and I'm hoping they could just give a young writer some good advice. I waited in line for a little while, it went by pretty quick though because most people were just getting some autographs and wanted to say hi. I walked up to Karr, she was the first open author. I smiled at her, and said "hey Mary! My names Kellie. I just went back to college after taking almost 4 years off and I want to get better at writing. Can I ask you a couple of questions? I promise I won't take up too much of your time." She smiles back at me, and says "of course!" I thanked her and say "I feel like I don't pick the right words or use very good explanations when I'm writing for my English class." She nods and says "In the beginning, when there are zero pages, you have to cheer yourself into cranking stuff out, even if it later lands on the cutting room floor." Just that sentence alone made me feel more confident. I laughed and said "Okay, how did you feel when you first began writing? She says "Young, I hated the oldsters and often swallowed them with my nose pinched, as for a stank spoonful of cod-liver oil. They were rich and white and male. So I started off very slowly, reading closest to my time period and feeling my way back." She was cracking me up with her descriptions. Finally, I asked "Will it just click one day?" She giggles and says "Through sheer hardheadedness, even I can grant myself permission to run buck-wild down the page with sentences dumb as stumps and few glimpses of anything pretty. The idea is to get some scenes down. Let your mind roam down some alleys that may land in dead ends—that’s the nature of the process." I thanked her again for her time and for making me feel more comfortable in her own way with writing. I got back in line. Murray opened up next. Feeling better already, I walked up to him and he greeted me with a warm smile. I introduced myself and told him why I decided to come here today. He was a very bubbly, nice man. I proceeded to ask him if it wouldn't be a bother to ask him a couple questions, and he encouraged me to! I look at him and say "What are your thoughts about traditional writing classes?" He leaned in closer to me, and says "The product doesn’t improve, and so, blaming the student—who else?—we pass him along to the next teacher, who is trained, too often, the same way we were. Year after year the student shudders under a barrage of criticism, much of it brilliant, some of it stupid, and all of it irrelevant. No matter how careful our criticisms, they do not help the student since when we teach composition we are not teaching a product, we are teaching a process." I was blown away. I was not expecting that response at all! I told him about how this English class was different than the other ones I've taken throughout my years of high school and college. He was happy to hear that. Then I asked "How would you teach your students in your own class?" He smirks and says "First by shutting up. When you are talking he isn’t writing. And you don’t learn a process by talking about it, but by doing it. Next by placing the opportunity for discovery in your student’s hands. When you give him an assignment you tell him what to say and how to say it, and thereby cheat your student of the opportunity to learn the process of discovery we call writing." I couldn't believe how awesome these authors were. I was feeling better and better after each question I was asking them. I told him how cool I thought he was. I then asked him "Why do you think most English teachers are the way they are" He says "Instead of teaching finished writing, we should teach unfinished writing, and glory in its unfinishedness." I smile and say "It was a pleasure Mr. Murray, thank you." He winks at me, and I for one last time, got back in line. Anne Lamott was the last author for me to speak to. When it was my turn, I take a big step to her and explain who I am and why I was interested in speaking with her. "I've been asking the other authors some questions, hoping you wouldn't mind answering some as well. Her eyes lit up and she says "I'd love to answer some of your questions!" The first thing I asked her was "Was it easy for you to get into writing?" She replies "Very few writers really know what they are doing until they’ve done it. Nor do they go about their business feeling dewy and thrilled." I appreciated her realness and honesty with answering that question. I then ask "How did you deal with your insecurities with writing?" She cleared her throat. "What I’ve learned to do when I sit down to work on a shitty first draft is to quiet the voices in my head. There’s the vinegar-lipped Reader Lady, who says primly, "Well, that’s not very interesting, is it?" I started laughing, and explained that I have someone just like that telling me the same exact thing. "Quieting these voices is at least half the battle I fight daily. But this is better than it used to be. It used to be 87 percent. Left to its own devices, my mind spends much of its time having conversations with people who aren’t there." She goes on about these voices that speak to her and I couldn't believe how much I related to her. As I was leaving, I walked out confident and ready to take this class on. I was extremely glad I went to this convention today. If I had to make my own quotes about my own writing, I'd use "Let all of your different personalities tell your stories." "Don't get discouraged over the overwhelming feeling you get at first, it eventually turns into excitement." Lastly, I'd say "Anything is possible when you sit down and put your mind and positive energy to it." Hey! So this is my third blog post. We were assigned another reading. This one is "A Fable for Living" by Kevin Brockmeier. This story was quite hard for me to grasp at first. I couldn't tell if the woman was basically delusional and just writing to herself after she had lost her fiance, or if this is just a totally fictional story and there really was a whole other world living underneath of them. Either way, it was a great story and I had to use a decent amount of my imagination. I feel as though her writing those letters helped herself and find happiness again, and that is what this blog post will be about. Me writing a letter to my author self in order to connect with myself better.
A Fable for Living Disclaimer: A little background information before you read on, I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder not too long ago, so this is basically me having a conversation with my "normal" self and my "Bipolar" self. Dear Self, There's a number of things I want to apologize for. I know I'm not the most understanding when it comes to much of anything or anyone, but I really feel the need to get this off of my chest. I've put you through some tough times from being stubborn, mean, resentful, and just flat out crazy at times. You always came out ahead with the strength I didn't have and you have kept us together. It feels like I am this terrible storm with rain and lightening, destroying every town it hits, and you come around the next day with beautiful, sunny, 75 degree weather. So, this is me apologizing for how hectic my behavior can be, and used to be, for it was much worse before. Our entire life has been this way, and I'm not sure how I could ever show you how sorry I really am. I didn't know any better. They say it's not completely all my fault, but for some reason it just feels like it is. I have been doing my best not to feel so guilty, so we can hopefully move past this. I know I have held you back all of these years, but I also want you to know that it's okay to not be where you want to be at. You have been working so hard since the moment you had to. Always having multiple jobs, trying to figure out what you wanted to do with your career, trying out college- although you flunked out of Algebra several frustrating times. All of that on top of having me crashing down on you so many times. You have to give yourself a break and learn how to breathe, just like I am learning that not every moment needs a reaction. You are worthy of love and you will find that someday. Anyone who couldn't handle both of us, probably was not right for you anyway, and you need to understand that. From this moment on, I promise we will work together to get through this life. Although it may seem that I have all of the bad qualities, I do think I have some fortunate ones too. For example, my aggressiveness. If it wasn't for that, you would've let even more people walk all over you, and even more men treat you like crap in your relationships. Another one, is how I will make you speak your opinion openly and confidently. You never used to do that as a teenager, you were shy and afraid to speak up about anything. Now, you love being the center of attention, most of the time that is, and I think I have a ton do to with that, too. We have to be able to come together and work together. The first step we have to make is you forgiving me. If you're able to do so, we have to work things out together for the rest of this time. Any time one of us feels down about something, the other side has to pick it up. After we can establish this relationship, I hope we can always guide each other to accomplish anything that comes our way. Thank you for listening to me, as this was not very easy to do, for I know I am your dark side of the moon. I hope we can make this work. Love, Self Greetings! This is my second blog post. My professor had made up a number of questions that we had to answer for these readings. The first reading is teaching us how to create and assess our Weebly website, which I am surprisingly adapting to fairly quickly. The second reading is about Multimodal writing and how it’s technically "all the same," an article by Cheryl Ball and Colin Charlton. The third reading is about C.R.A.P- the principles of designing, which is a short article and video composed by Greg and Mark, aka two geeks thinking. Lastly, the fourth reading is about assessing Multimodal student work. I enjoyed these readings. They were very informal. I'm not the best with technology, so a lot of this information they provided helped me a lot. How to Create a Weebly Website (Video Tutorial) All Writing is Multimodal (Cheryl Ball and Colin Charlton) It's All C.R.A.P: Four Principles of Design (Think Around Corners) Assessing Multimodal Student Work (Kent State University) The reason we are creating a website for our English Composition class is because my professor seems to want this class to be different than your average English class, which was music to my ears. I haven’t had the best experiences with english classes in high school and in college, and I know I’m one of many. We are taking a different approach to writing and focusing more on finding out our own individual style with it.
In the reading “All Writing is Multimodal”, Cheryl Ball and Colin Charlton explain when humans interact with each other, whether it’s in person or in their writing, they are using a serious of the 5 modes. The 5 modes are: Linguistic, Aural, Gestural, Spatial, and Visual. I do agree with Ball and Charlton. I think we as humans show a lot of emotions when we interact. Many of us are dramatic and like to emphasize or over exaggerate what we say when we speak, even though a text message. We hardly ever just use only one of those modes. So when we are speaking, it “isn’t just words” as they had mentioned. As a student who will be designing my own website, I feel that the importance of the five modes on a scale of 1-5 is a 5. I think using at least a couple of these modes at a time is very significant. People want to feel something when they see pictures or in what they are reading, whether it’s being able to relate to it or educate them, etc. In my opinion, the modes play a huge role in that. For Linguistic, humans need to be able to understand what language you’re trying to connect with them in. That doesn’t mean just being able to read or speak that language either. It more so means being able to communicate in a way that the person will understand and connect with. When it comes to Aural, having your writing or speech actually being listened to is extremely important. It’s so easy to listen to someone or read something and having it go in one ear and out the other. As far as Gestural, it is crucial you are thoroughly expressing yourself and what you’re trying to show or explain, in this case a website, is something you’re passionate about. It will be tough to find someone who is interested in something that has no feeling or meaning behind it. For Spatial, having the design of my website in the way it is arranged will make all the difference in the world. You want the flow of the website to be intriguing. Finally, having a Visually appealing website is very meaningful to me. I feel as though websites should be easy and appealing to the eye. Too many websites are difficult to navigate through simply because of the way they look, in my opinion anyway. In the “It’s All C.R.A.P” reading, the acronym C.R.A.P means: C- contrast, R-repetition, A-alignment, and P-proximity. I believe on a scale from 1-5 the importance of the acronym is a 5. In this article, it explains that contrast is about making things stand out. In a website setting, you want people to be interested in your website, and to do so you need to make things stand out on it in a way that it makes sense. Repetition of colors and design helps anyone looking at your website look neat and easier to use. Alignment organizes your website and keeps it organized. Proximity helps pull everything together so it all makes sense. In the reading “Assessing Multimodal Student Work”, the seven sample criteria are purpose, audience, tone, organized, transitions, synthesizes, and detailed. The Borton and Hout criteria seems different because I feel it’s more thought out and would attend to your average students more than your traditional essay. A lot of traditional essays from my experience that are given as assignments can be very draining to write because it lacks purpose. I also can relate to the fact that not everyone is as technically inclined as others. Hello! This is my very first blog post for my English Composition l class. This is The Proust Questionnaire. It is a series of 34 questions composed by Marcel Proust, the French essayist and novelist. I have honestly never heard of this questionnaire before! Which I thought was interesting, since it seems so well known. I've read that these questions usually are used for interviews. The questions definitely made me think. It was tough to answer some of them, and very easy to answer others. I enjoy questions that make me think though!
The Proust Questionnaire _1.__What is your idea of perfect happiness? To be financially comfortable, to have a healthy family, to be doing what I love, and to be in warm weather by the beach when I finally decide to buy a house. __2.__What is your greatest fear? Losing someone I love. Or getting a disease that is not curable, like cancer. __3.__What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? I can be very aggressive and I have a big ego. Sometimes, both of those can be great qualities to have, but when they come out in me, its definitely at the wrong times 99% of the time. __4.__What is the trait you most deplore in others? People who are just heartless. I just can't understand how a humans can be that way, whether it's towards each other or animals or whatever. It really gets to me. __5.__Which living person do you most admire? My Mother. She puts everyone before herself and always has. She is the most selfless person I've ever seen, and anyone who knows her would say the same. __6.__What is your greatest extravagance? Probably my apartment, and my car. They may not be the nicest but they're mine that I worked hard for and I’m proud that I have them. __7.__What is your current state of mind? Overwhelmed but happier than I used to be. I recently went though a tough time in my life. The last couple of years were very difficult, but slowly I'm getting back to myself. __8.__What do you consider the most overrated virtue? Having to show off if you’re wealthy. I admire people who are humble. __9.__On what occasion do you lie? Personally I do to not hurt someone’s feelings, unless it is a serious matter. For example a "white lie" I'll do once in a while. But I usually don't lie about things. I've learned that the hard way. __10.__What do you most dislike about your appearance? My face. I wish I had more unique features. I wish I looked exotic or something. __11.__Which living person do you most despise? I honestly do not have anyone in particular that I despise. But I despise anyone who harms animals. __12.__What is the quality you most like in a man? Honesty and Patience. Sense of humor is huge too. It's hard to just pick one quality. I need a few of them in a man in order to be satisfied with them. __13.__What is the quality you most like in a woman? Their motherly instincts and how they care for the people they love. __14.__Which words or phrases do you most overuse? The word “Like." I've been trying not to say it as much when I talk. It just flows right out sometimes though. __15.__What or who is the greatest love of your life? Maybe my Grandmother or my Mom. My grandmother on my stepfathers side has been here for me since day 1. She helped me through my childhood and understood that I just needed someone to be there for me when my family was going through tough times. __16.__When and where were you happiest? When I was a kid. I had a whacky childhood but I didn’t stress about the things I stress about now. __17.__Which talent would you most like to have? I’d love to be able to sing. I love music and I sing all of the time.. It just doesn't always sound the best. __18.__If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? My brain. I do wish I was smarter. It takes me a minute to comprehend things sometimes. __19.__What do you consider your greatest achievement? Starting college again to become a nurse. I'm very determined to do this. I was a personal trainer for years and I've had some great achievements doing that, but this is what I want as my career and I'm proud of myself for going after it. __20.__If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be? A Lion. It's my zodiac sign, but I also love Lions because they're powerful creatures that every other animal looks up to but is also pretty afraid of. __21.__Where would you most like to live? Hawaii. I visited there a couple of years ago. I never really had traveled before so it was a whole new experience for me. I felt like I really found myself. __22.__What is your most treasured possession? I have ashes from my childhood cat that I loved dearly. I've moved 3 times out on my own so far in my adult life and they are the one possession that I always have to have with me. __23.__What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? Not finding any joy in life. If someone can’t laugh at least once a day, I feel as thought they've hit that lowest depth. __24.__What is your favorite occupation? I’d love to be a nurse. I recently just started college again in hopes to become one. I love taking care of people and making them feel good. I want to be needed and being a nurse if such a rewarding job. __25.__What is your most marked characteristic? My personality and sense of humor. As I grow and get older, I'm learning not to take things so seriously and to laugh at my mistakes instead of stress about every little thing. __26.__What do you most value in your friends? The fact that I don’t have to talk to them all of the time and we are still close. Since we've gotten older, it's tough to keep in touch everyday or even every other day. Sometimes that can really effect friendships. Luckily the couple of friends I have, we can live our own lives and when I do see them or even talk to them, it's like we just pick right back up where we left off. __27.__Who are your favorite writers? Maya Angelou. I always loved her poems since I was a little girl. __28.__Who is your hero of fiction? Wonder Woman. She's a bad mama gamma! __29.__Which historical figure do you most identify with? This is a tough one. I honestly don't know! I don't really feel like I identify with anyone. I thought about it and nobody really caught my mind. __30.__Who are your heroes in real life? My Mom. I hope to be even half the mom she is one day. She can be a big ball of stress sometimes, but she's loving and caring. __31.__What are your favorite names? I love Charlotte or Blake for a girl and Anthony for a boy. My brothers name is Anthony. __32.__What is it that you most dislike? People who harm animals. Nothing upsets me more than animal abuse. __33.__What is your greatest regret? I try not to regret anything, but I do regret giving my dog to my ex-boyfriend when we broke up. __34.__How would you like to die? In my sleep, I don’t want to feel pain if I can help it. I try to keep myself healthy so I can prevent certain health problems in the future. I work in the medical field now and it's very eye opening how you can get sick in the blink of an eye. |
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