Fall 2011 ENC1145

As the semester winds down to the last week, and I look back I feel like it did not fail in living up to my expectations of long and tedious. There were point when I was sure that it would never end but then there were points when I was almost nostaglic to see days pass. This class in particular I enjoyed for the ablity to put down my thoughts in a creative way. The other classes I took this semester were intro to Italian, computers online and american lit. While I enjoyed my Italian TA the class was a lot of memorizing, computers was as boring as it could be and my lit class read the Awakening and said that Edna was annoying and whiney and said that I was wrong in thinking that she was strong. This class let me express my thoughts.

Ppaper 3 continued

The November wind sliced through my cotton yellow pajama bottoms and black faux fur slippers as I peered up at the crystal french doors infront of me. I lifted my hand to my chapstick protected lips and blew, in a vain attempt to defrost the ice I knew my blood had morphed into. A light flipped on in the hall and the door opened.

"Amanda?" Carrie was dressed in an oversized t-shirt and sweat pants and her highlighted hair which was usually curled to percision was in a bush like ball on the top of her head. "What are you doing here? I thought you were the pizza guy."

There was a pang in my chest as she continued to hold the door open in confusion. "Hey Carrie," I greeted stupidly. "I know I told you before that I wasn't going to be able to make it, but there was a last minute change of plans. There was snow in New York where our connecting flight to Paris was and our flight was canceled."

"Bummer," she said eyeing my attire and floor sleeping choices.

I clutched my things tighter as another breeze threatened to bite the rest of my living limbs. "Yeah, I hope that it's okay that I just showed up like this. So is everyone like upstairs?" I asked craining my neck like an awkward flamingo.

She wrapped her arms around herself as if she was the one who walked undressed in the thirty degree weather only to be kept standing outside, but there was something in the way that she looked down, not at the icicles building on the frogs on my pants, but at her own feet. Embarassment? Shame? Both? "Actually no," she said, "It's just me."

"I don't understand," I said. That's when I realized that there weren't any car in the drive way. Beth's sleek black BMW and Susan's candy apple red corvet were not where to be seen. The darkness of the house didn't mean that I was the one being left alone, it was Carrie.

She shrugged. "No one's parents would let them leave on Thanksgiving."

No one's parents would let them leave on Thanksgiving. Kind of like...my parents's.

"Wait so you're by yourself on Thanksgiving?"

"Well my parent's told AnaMarie that she could leave early, and figured that we would all just order pizza so yeah. I've been here alone since this morning." She looked at her drive way and the street behind me. "Do you want to come in and call your Mom to pick you up? She shouldn't be to far away if she just left."

I shook my head. "My Mom didn't drop me off Carrie."

"Well come in and call whoever did."

"I walked."

"What do you mean you walked? It's freezing out here." She opened the door

Surrounded by Sleep/Mrs. turner's lawn jockey

I had a harder time really understanding the point of MTLJ than I did SBS. Actaully I really was able to relate when Ajay was talking about praying to Superman. To him these characters that he spent so much of his time with on tv, in movies and books, they were more real to him than God was. He couldn't really see any signs of God and it seemed that he had more faith than his parents did. That he thought about himself because he truely believed his brother would be okay.

Conflict for paper 3

I walked up the pathway leading to the front door of the two story house brick house. My presence confirmed by the size nine, indents in the snow. The lights in the house were all on, but the expected pop music and laughter that I have so often experienced at these sort of events did not greet meet. I adjusted my sleeping bag which was settle under my arm carying my overnight bag and raised my free hand to ring the door bell. I heard the chimes ring on the other side of the french doors. The noise seemed to last just barely longer than any I have ever heard, but I shook the feeling writing it off as paranoia. I had been waiting for this moment for years. I was finally going to be accepted as

Paper Three idea...

"Mom, if you don't let me go i'll die!" Amanda scream throwing her palms to freckle covered face.
"Honey you aren't serious. It's Thanksgiving, why on earth would you even ask to go to a sleepover? And I've never even heard of this girl Carrie."
Of course you haven't heard of her, you're not in the tenth grade at Monroe High school. "I've mentioned her plenty of times Mom! You never listen to anything I say!"
"And so you've actually heard me tell you to pick up that disaster site of a bedroom? Holidays like Thanksgiving are for family. You're not intruding on Carrie's family dinner and you're not abandoning your own."
Amanda shook her head.  She could tell her Mother that Carrie's parents weren't even going to be in town, but that wouldn't help her cause at all. Why couldn't her Mom understand that the Lunch Bunch was the girls to be friends with. They wore the cutest clothes, ate lunch on the best spot on the green and never had forzen yogurt go down the fronts of their tops because the guy they've like for years legit didn't see them.

Paper One: So far

So we're on the last leg of of paper 2 and I'm really happy with where i'm at. I changed my topic from something about growing into a strong independent woman to being able to make decisions that aren't based on stereotypes. I think I should add a quote that rusty and casey's  parents say when they come for parent's weekend. Also mention something about philanthropy work done my greek life and when the last time the Football team of a university held a car wash. I think the research that I have is solid information. Maybe I should switch some wording around at the part when I'm talking about group extremes. Other than that I'm on a solid roll and so ready to finish this paper for good. I'm kind of worried about paper 3 and the final project considering how there is only like a month of school left for two assignments and so far for the last two assignments they've been given about a month each.

JK Rowling is a genius. End of Era.

The Harry Potter series is the most emotionally relevent story to ever exist. Love, loss, friendships, enemies, bullies, fate, strength, and self-sacrafice are all themes that children grew up with during the nearly two decade long era that helped shape their own character. The unconditional friendship that is shared between Harry, Ron and Hermione is the loyalty that all readers raised their standards to. The courage to risk your own happiness for the happiness of another is what everyone wished they were capable of. Harry Potter may actually be the most sincere and genuine being I have ever heard of. Even when he has lost both of his parents, his Godfather and all possibility of normalcy he rises to the occassion. He doesn't whine and cry about how he is Undesireable No. 1 to the most powerful dark wizard in history. No instead he takes all six years of formal wizardry training and puts them to use.