What Do I Think?

Writing never has been my forte. I’ve never been able to write much, or make it appealing to an audience. It’s just not something I particularly enjoy. I suppose that thinking that way is my downfall. If I do not believe in myself, then how will anyone else believe in me? This journal assignment has really pushed me to think a lot more about what I should write about. I have struggled to come up with ideas, as I’m sure you’ll see. I contemplate what I should say; if what I am saying is even making sense. I talk more to myself, arguing that it’s not coming together, or that it’s stupid.

 I feel that making entries every day was a serious task to accomplish. It felt as if there was so much writing to do that it was very frightening for me. Obviously, I was not able to accomplish this task, but now wish I had pushed myself further to do so. I should have sat down with a pen and paper and wrote down things that I did throughout the day so I would remember what to write about. That would have been a great place for me to start now that I think about it. It’s too bad that I don’t think about these handy tips until it is too late. That’s just another fault of my own.

If you were to ask me what my favorite part about the journal entries has been, I would say it’s that we had the opportunity to talk about topics of our own choosing. The problem is I have a lot of things to talk about, but just do not know how to get it out. I know that this assignment was supposed to help me practice fixing that issue. I do plan to continue with this assignment far after it is done. I will take advantage of the tools I have been given and further my writing skills as many ways that I can. I plan to use my blog to continue with journal entries during and after the school year. Hopefully doing this will help me further gain fluency. All in all, I have seen significant change in my writing. Not just from this assignment, but from all of them together.

The beginning steps

Sometimes I forget that I am going to be a dad soon. I have to remind myself that this is happening, and to be ready for it. Lately, my life has been crazy busy. I have barely had time to breath, or even go outside and just put my arms up. I have been so busy with my work, homework, family moving here from California, my car, and my baby who is on the way. One person I feel like I have been abandoning is my girlfriend. I have been so busy I have not got to go to bed at the same time as her. She is pregnant with my child for goodness sake; I should be spending more time with her. I have spoken with her about this issue, and she is very understanding. She knows that I am working as hard as I can to make a future for our family. I want nothing more than to provide for my family the best that I possibly can. This is why I am going to school so that I can achieve a degree in computer science. I want my son or daughter (we don’t know yet) to know the importance of being responsible. If they want great things in life, they will have to work hard to achieve those great things. My main goal is to provide everything my family needs. I want a nice home and a nice vehicle for my family. I’m not meaning a mansion, or a corvette (even though it is my favorite car), but a new home for my family to live in, and a nice van or family sedan. I know that the only way to get these things is by working hard. These are the things that my girlfriend and I discuss, other than us getting married.

A Stormy Night

Do you ever sit back and watch a dark cloud roll through the sky? Knowing that it already is or has the potential to become a powerful storm? No matter what we do and how much technology there is in our world, there is nothing we can do to stop it. There is nothing more you can do then just watch it become what it will. I enjoy sitting on the front porch, watching the misty rain poor down over the trees and plants. I can feel the mist on my skin, along with the gusty wind. I wonder who the next target will be and where it will be. Is there someone out there wondering the same things? The one thing I do know is I love the way that a stormy night makes me feel. Hearing the rain tap against the window and slide off the roof is soothing. I lay back and turn off all the lights, and anything that makes sound. The flashes of lightening light up the entire house while it shakes from the roar of thunder. Some people may find it scary or unsettling, but I find it very calming. I always sleep easier during a stormy night. Why not just relax? If there is nothing that we can do, then sit back and enjoy it.

A long day

I’m getting ready for bed now, and boy I sure am looking forward to getting some sleep. I’m not sure what all to talk about to be honest. I do know that today was a pretty long day. I had a few high priority calls at work today. Fire crews were busy, along with all of the ambulances we had available, and then some. We had to use an out of county ambulance today, because all of our others were busy. While I was working, I got a call from my insurance. I had to submit a recorded statement about what happened to my car. I didn’t really have much to say other than I found my car with my door dented in. It is kind of ridiculous, all of these things you have to do just to tell them what happened to your car. So after explaining everything that happened and getting all of the other party’s information, the guy told me I have to go through her insurance, really? You couldn’t have told me that from the beginning? Now that we just got done writing down and recording all this information, you’re going to tell me that none of it mattered now? Thanks guy, you are awesome. So I finished my conversation and went back to work, which by the way, took me at least an hour or more before my hands got defrosted from being outside. After work I drove home and finished up some other assignments. I had a couple of quizzes to take and a worksheet to complete for a CIS course I am taking and now I am writing something for my blog. I guess that’s all I have to talk about tonight. Have a good day and I will see you all tomorrow.

Leaving the scene

Today was an odd day. I was at my grandma’s house where there is peace and quiet to get some of my assignments done. I got to work, getting a few done by lunch time, so my cousin and I went to grab a bite to eat. As I walked up to my car, I realized that my car had been hit. The driver door was dented in a good amount, and had no idea who did it. I questioned some of the guys across the street working on the roof of a house. They said they had no idea what happened, that they didn’t see or hear anything. I guess that makes sense because of all the power tools they were using. I decided to go ahead and have an officer respond to take a report. Since we had no actual proof that someone hit my vehicle with their own vehicle, it was only considered property damage. After the officer got done taking her pictures of the damage and trying to break down a time frame we said our goodbyes and that was it. I decided I would stay at my grandmothers until the neighbor whose house was being worked on returned home later that night. Once she arrived I went over to try and speak with her to ask if she had any idea what happened, but she didn’t answer the door. I went ahead and looked at the rear bumper on her truck and noticed some damage to it. I went ahead and had another officer come finish the report. He agreed that it was obvious she had backed in to my car and concluded the report as a vehicle accident. The neighbor will be issued a citation for leaving the scene of an accident and now I don’t have to pay nearly as much out of pocket to get my vehicle fixed. Yay for me, I guess?

Audience Analysis

To be perfectly honest, I expected this class to be a bore. I didn’t think I would enjoy it at all. When I was signing up for classes all I could do was think about high school English and how many times I wanted to just stop going to school because of it. This class however, is most definitely the opposite. Everyone involved in class is just that, involved. I doesn’t seem like they are bored. They are active, and enjoy reading and listening to what we have to say. As an audience, it doesn’t get much better than that. If you go through each discussion, everyone has something interesting to say. The funny thing is that some come from a similar background, and other’s do not at all. Some are older with families already, looking for something new in life, and some are young looking to start families, hoping for something great in life. No matter where they come from, they seem to be unified. They can tell you what they believe in, without feeling like they are going to be criticized for doing so. That is important to me as a writer, because I feel that if they are comfortable being a reader, than I can be comfortable being a writer. I can be as colorful and creative as I want to be, because I know that is the kind of audience that I will have. What surprised me is how wiling they are to help. If you made a mistake, you won’t point it out to the whole world instead they will suggest a way to help you. I have not read one bad response to a reading. It is always constructive toward the author. That is the kind of audience that I see, and I am glad to be part of it.