Superstitions, also called, or related to: Urban Legends, Old Wives Tales, Folklore, Bizarre Beliefs, Myths, Taboos, Omens, and finally Good Luck or Bad Luck. Created in so many ways, beliefs, cultures, fears, the unknown. Some are so old, yet still active today. Most of the time we have know idea why or how they were formed, but we still believe. Pretty powerful stuff if you think about it.
There are so many I recall hearing from my grandparents,"Find a Penny pick it up, the Rest of the day you'll have Good Luck," "Don't Walk under that Ladder its Bad Luck," "Beginners Luck," That one has never worked for me,yet others totally believe. Although the itchy hand thing I swear by! How about "A Cat has Nine Lives," Sometimes they sure seem like they do, lucky suckers. And of course, since I was a child I've been looking for the end of the rainbow.
Friday the 13th is one of the most powerful superstitions, I think, around. I've read over 80% of high rises lack a 13th floor. Many airports skip the 13th gate, and airplanes have no 13th aisle. Hospitals and hotels often have no room 13. Many cities have no 13th street. Then you have Friday many believe Jesus was crucified on this day. Friday was the conventional day for public hangings in Brittan. It was also said to be the day of the flood in the bible, and Adam and Eve twas said to be the tempting of the apple, and so to the day they were cast from the garden. (sounds like this particular myth was spread by people with the same religious beliefs) Some people think that Friday is just considered an unlucky day, and 13 is unlucky as well. So when you put the two together, its about unlucky as you can get. Personally, I've never had a problem with the day or the number, but its quite intense when you think of the impact its had on our culture.
So watch out for that black cat, and hang on to that rabbits foot! Ya never know.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
LET THERE BE MUSIC
My list of enjoyable music feels endless. The history of music goes back farther then we can imagine; I feel as though I'm forever hearing something new. Just to name a few types of music: Rock, R & B, Blues, Hip Hop, ( some ) Rap, old Folk songs are cool, and so is old country. Appalachian music; also, intrigues me. It seems to have been an important part of their culture,performed in family gatherings, or with whole communities involved. Along with other cultures music; certainly, has been an important custom in their history.
Music can be delivered, received, and interpreted, in so many ways. We enjoy the metaphors, poetry, story telling, and words in their simplest form can be, so profound. There are so many poetic artists past and present. With some though, Its just the sound of their voice, or the music they produce that just makes you want to listen.
If I may, I'd like to speak of just a few artists to whom are dear to me. I'll start with the musician Maria Maldaur. Her first album, yes I used the "A" word, had some really cool folk songs on it. It also had the song that hit the charts, in 70 sumpin, sumpin, " Midnight at the Oasis." She somewhat reminds me of Norah Jones who's one of those artists that it really doesn't matter what they sing, I'd listen. Another great one is Van Morrison with his son "Moondance," it just seems to flow " Marvelous Night for a Moondance with the Stars up above in your Eyes, Fantabulous Night to make Romance." That song just never gets old to me. Cat Stevens has many songs I enjoy; in fact, I named my dog after one of them,"Moonshadow." And one of Annie Lennox's songs she sings, "Dying is easy its Living that Scares me to Death," sometimes I think I'm the only one that feels that way until she sings that to me and reminds me, I'm not alone. One of my favorites, and she hasn't been around very long, would be Alanis Morrisette's CD "Jagged Little Pill." When I first heard her I thought, what is this woman screaming about!? Until I really listened to her lyrics. Then I was absolutely hooked! The next thing I know I was screaming the words to her songs, In my car, at my house. People must have thought I was nuts. Her simple little words touched me so. I just love the song " Hand in my pocket," it says things like: " I'm Broke but I'm Happy," " I'm Lost but I'm Hopeful," " I'm Sane but I'm Overwhelmed," " I'm Hard but I'm Friendly." How simple, yet to me, so true. Another song that tickles my fancy is,"Isn't it Ironic," she states: " A Death Row Pardon two Minutes too Late," Good Advice that ya Just Didn't Take," " Ten Thousand Spoons when all you need is a Knife," "Life has a Funny way of Sneaken up on you," "Life has a Funny, Funny way of Helpen you Out." (love her, love her!) Other artist such as: Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Joe Cocker, Jack Johnson, John Mayer, Gnarles Barkley, and even Eminem ; however, alittle harsh and crude. I can still appreciate his artistry.As for the others, I'm just naming a few out of hundreds of performers that are so very talented.
Back in my youth, It was hard rock for me. AC/DC was profound and poetic to my ears. Along with Arrowsmith, Led Zepplin, and all the hard rock I could get at the time. It went right along with drinken, partying, and my rebellious ways, music seemed to help me vent my youthful anger. Of course, I'm still aroused by this music because of all the youthful memories they hold.
There are many artists and types of music I could talk about. And hundreds more I've , yet to discover. The bottom line is " Music is Great!" It's a gift, and still brings people together. Although not like it used to, music is still the source of: gatherings, topics of conversation, It sooths you, gives you energy, makes you happy,and sad. Music is even said to be healing. Heal away!
Music can be delivered, received, and interpreted, in so many ways. We enjoy the metaphors, poetry, story telling, and words in their simplest form can be, so profound. There are so many poetic artists past and present. With some though, Its just the sound of their voice, or the music they produce that just makes you want to listen.
If I may, I'd like to speak of just a few artists to whom are dear to me. I'll start with the musician Maria Maldaur. Her first album, yes I used the "A" word, had some really cool folk songs on it. It also had the song that hit the charts, in 70 sumpin, sumpin, " Midnight at the Oasis." She somewhat reminds me of Norah Jones who's one of those artists that it really doesn't matter what they sing, I'd listen. Another great one is Van Morrison with his son "Moondance," it just seems to flow " Marvelous Night for a Moondance with the Stars up above in your Eyes, Fantabulous Night to make Romance." That song just never gets old to me. Cat Stevens has many songs I enjoy; in fact, I named my dog after one of them,"Moonshadow." And one of Annie Lennox's songs she sings, "Dying is easy its Living that Scares me to Death," sometimes I think I'm the only one that feels that way until she sings that to me and reminds me, I'm not alone. One of my favorites, and she hasn't been around very long, would be Alanis Morrisette's CD "Jagged Little Pill." When I first heard her I thought, what is this woman screaming about!? Until I really listened to her lyrics. Then I was absolutely hooked! The next thing I know I was screaming the words to her songs, In my car, at my house. People must have thought I was nuts. Her simple little words touched me so. I just love the song " Hand in my pocket," it says things like: " I'm Broke but I'm Happy," " I'm Lost but I'm Hopeful," " I'm Sane but I'm Overwhelmed," " I'm Hard but I'm Friendly." How simple, yet to me, so true. Another song that tickles my fancy is,"Isn't it Ironic," she states: " A Death Row Pardon two Minutes too Late," Good Advice that ya Just Didn't Take," " Ten Thousand Spoons when all you need is a Knife," "Life has a Funny way of Sneaken up on you," "Life has a Funny, Funny way of Helpen you Out." (love her, love her!) Other artist such as: Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Joe Cocker, Jack Johnson, John Mayer, Gnarles Barkley, and even Eminem ; however, alittle harsh and crude. I can still appreciate his artistry.As for the others, I'm just naming a few out of hundreds of performers that are so very talented.
Back in my youth, It was hard rock for me. AC/DC was profound and poetic to my ears. Along with Arrowsmith, Led Zepplin, and all the hard rock I could get at the time. It went right along with drinken, partying, and my rebellious ways, music seemed to help me vent my youthful anger. Of course, I'm still aroused by this music because of all the youthful memories they hold.
There are many artists and types of music I could talk about. And hundreds more I've , yet to discover. The bottom line is " Music is Great!" It's a gift, and still brings people together. Although not like it used to, music is still the source of: gatherings, topics of conversation, It sooths you, gives you energy, makes you happy,and sad. Music is even said to be healing. Heal away!
Sunday, May 6, 2007
DESERTED ISLAND
What three things would I "take" on a deserted island. To start, I would like a large pocket knife with a striker on it. So that I may start fires, cut wood, and make spears for fishing. I could consider taking one of those contraptions that turn salt water into fresh. But since its my story, I'm going to say there is plenty of fresh water already on the island. Secondly, I might consider some sort of tarp or tent to shield myself from the elements. Although sleeping under the stars, with sounds of the ocean all around me, would be nice. I would sun bathe, catch fish, and pick from all the bountiful variety's of island fruit.
On my island, "mine" because there's no one around to argue with me about it, there are plenty of animals that I can pleasantly observe and enjoy. Of coarse none that wish to eat me, nor I them. Hopefully I can keep my menu to the sea and to natures gifts of fruit. I don't consider my self much of a hunter; I guess if I had to hunt I would . I'd really prefer to make friends with the local wild life, then prey upon them.
The more I think about it, I might just give up my tarp or tent for a really good book. I can almost feel my self laying in the sun, cuddled in the warm sand, reading the day away. Heck, cause if I needed shelter, I'd just hop in my fifty foot Sea Cruiser. Now wouldn't I!!!!!!!!
On my island, "mine" because there's no one around to argue with me about it, there are plenty of animals that I can pleasantly observe and enjoy. Of coarse none that wish to eat me, nor I them. Hopefully I can keep my menu to the sea and to natures gifts of fruit. I don't consider my self much of a hunter; I guess if I had to hunt I would . I'd really prefer to make friends with the local wild life, then prey upon them.
The more I think about it, I might just give up my tarp or tent for a really good book. I can almost feel my self laying in the sun, cuddled in the warm sand, reading the day away. Heck, cause if I needed shelter, I'd just hop in my fifty foot Sea Cruiser. Now wouldn't I!!!!!!!!
Monday, April 30, 2007
HOME TOWN
I was born in Los Angeles county, I spent about eleven years in the area. I have lived in: Burbank, Glendale, North Hollywood, Sun Valley, and Tujunga, Just to name a few. I haven't spent much time there in the last thirty years. So I will be speaking from, quite clear childhood memories. Not of cities: over crowded, too expensive, and of rudeness and violence. Descriptions I hear so much of, these days, about my home town.
In the past, I have written about my love of old houses and such. Los Angeles is definitely not lacking older dwellings, buildings, parks, In and out door exhibits, just to name a few. Even the cemeteries were a great place too go and explore.(although maybe I get that from my mother) There was just so much character hidden all the nook and crannies.of L.A.. Of course It didn't hurt having a mother with a sense of adventure, or maybe I mean no sense at all.She found all kinds of cool hideaways, she would always point out all the intricate details, and the uniqueness of it all. We would sneak in old churches, at least she made me feel as though we were sneaking, of all denominations. Being in those old structures left me in awe. My mother had found ways into the fenced off areas of the L.A. river,or extensions there of. For all I know it could have been the L.A. sewer, I just know it was fun.There were many other people who snuck in too. There were fifty ft. slopes covered in moss, that you could slide down. We'd have to climb back up, holding the rope tied at the top, I'd pull myself up, all the while trying to keep my balance on the moss. So coming up the slope was almost scarier the going down. As a child it was a grand place to live, back in the day. Being such a large place with so much historic value and so much to do. Back then it was so nice that people looked out for each other. When I was about six or seven: I could walk to school and back,go tho the park unattended, or to the store. I'd visit the local bowling alley, where my grandmother used to bowl every week, slipping into the bar where the bartender would always hand me a Shirley Temple.
Los Angeles was good to me, in my youth. If I could I would probably want to change it back to the way it was. we'd like to do that with many things. But life goes on, things shift and change for reasons unknown to us. I'll just keep my memories intact,and smile.
In the past, I have written about my love of old houses and such. Los Angeles is definitely not lacking older dwellings, buildings, parks, In and out door exhibits, just to name a few. Even the cemeteries were a great place too go and explore.(although maybe I get that from my mother) There was just so much character hidden all the nook and crannies.of L.A.. Of course It didn't hurt having a mother with a sense of adventure, or maybe I mean no sense at all.She found all kinds of cool hideaways, she would always point out all the intricate details, and the uniqueness of it all. We would sneak in old churches, at least she made me feel as though we were sneaking, of all denominations. Being in those old structures left me in awe. My mother had found ways into the fenced off areas of the L.A. river,or extensions there of. For all I know it could have been the L.A. sewer, I just know it was fun.There were many other people who snuck in too. There were fifty ft. slopes covered in moss, that you could slide down. We'd have to climb back up, holding the rope tied at the top, I'd pull myself up, all the while trying to keep my balance on the moss. So coming up the slope was almost scarier the going down. As a child it was a grand place to live, back in the day. Being such a large place with so much historic value and so much to do. Back then it was so nice that people looked out for each other. When I was about six or seven: I could walk to school and back,go tho the park unattended, or to the store. I'd visit the local bowling alley, where my grandmother used to bowl every week, slipping into the bar where the bartender would always hand me a Shirley Temple.
Los Angeles was good to me, in my youth. If I could I would probably want to change it back to the way it was. we'd like to do that with many things. But life goes on, things shift and change for reasons unknown to us. I'll just keep my memories intact,and smile.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
READING REACTION REAL REWARDS
But how??
Television gives the "public" what they want. If there wasn't a demand for all the fake B. S., we would not be consumed by it. We have become overwhelmed by meaningless, superficial barf. Not to say I can't enjoy a good movie, a fine acting job, or a well written story. Never the less, enough already; indeed, acting can be hard work and take talent. But seriously they get paid millions of dollars a movie, how absurd. I can't believe the public really cares; what their wearing, who their with,on and on."Who cares," It has gotten to were I can hardly turn the television on at all.
The sad thing is they only give us "the public" what we want, what sales. What a shame because I would rather hear about the true stories,of police officers, firefighters, and doctors. Its sad that the majority of the public that buy into that crapola, have set the standards for generations to come. I guess shallowness and unrealism are the life styles to come. Apparently they are the majority, How sad....
Television gives the "public" what they want. If there wasn't a demand for all the fake B. S., we would not be consumed by it. We have become overwhelmed by meaningless, superficial barf. Not to say I can't enjoy a good movie, a fine acting job, or a well written story. Never the less, enough already; indeed, acting can be hard work and take talent. But seriously they get paid millions of dollars a movie, how absurd. I can't believe the public really cares; what their wearing, who their with,on and on."Who cares," It has gotten to were I can hardly turn the television on at all.
The sad thing is they only give us "the public" what we want, what sales. What a shame because I would rather hear about the true stories,of police officers, firefighters, and doctors. Its sad that the majority of the public that buy into that crapola, have set the standards for generations to come. I guess shallowness and unrealism are the life styles to come. Apparently they are the majority, How sad....
Sunday, April 15, 2007
SERVICE OF ONES OWN FREE WILL
I would like to volunteer for Hospice. Hospice is an organization that cares for individuals that are preparing for death. It is not easy to guess when someone while pass away, even people educated in the field have a hard time; Infact there are people who have been on and off hospice several times. The body just naturally wants to live in most cases. Hospice and there many employees and volunteers tend to client needs in many ways. They help medically, physically, and emotionally. they make sure they have appropriate medications, they try to keep their pain levels null or to a minim, and make them as comfortable possible. Hospice personnel bathe clients, for they are usually very fragile. They arrange for pressure relieving devices to help their injury sensitive body's. They talk with the clients to find out their beliefs, and what brings them enjoyment,or just something they were not able to get done. Then if possible they try to provide those thing for them.
I think I would be good at this, for I have years of experience working with the elderly. I have been there several times for people in their last days of life. I am able to handle being around someone dying and it brings me pleasure to give someone a smile or some sort of comfort in their last days. Unless your fortunate enough to die quietly and unsuspectingly in your sleep. Often times death towards the end seems to be some sort of battle whether it be the body,mind or soul we just want to hang on. This is why sometimes its just so hard for families.
I believe this would be a good area to volunteer.I am compationate and I can do what needs to be done with out getting too emotional. I seem to save that until its all over. While I am caring for someone, I seem to have tunnel vision. My main concern is them, I talk to them whether they can respond or not, and make them as comfortable as possible. So as a volunteer or even a job, I think I'd be a great asset to help those in need at Hospice.
I think I would be good at this, for I have years of experience working with the elderly. I have been there several times for people in their last days of life. I am able to handle being around someone dying and it brings me pleasure to give someone a smile or some sort of comfort in their last days. Unless your fortunate enough to die quietly and unsuspectingly in your sleep. Often times death towards the end seems to be some sort of battle whether it be the body,mind or soul we just want to hang on. This is why sometimes its just so hard for families.
I believe this would be a good area to volunteer.I am compationate and I can do what needs to be done with out getting too emotional. I seem to save that until its all over. While I am caring for someone, I seem to have tunnel vision. My main concern is them, I talk to them whether they can respond or not, and make them as comfortable as possible. So as a volunteer or even a job, I think I'd be a great asset to help those in need at Hospice.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
FEARS COME IN MANY FORMS
I have a fear of love, giving, and receiving. Just intimacy in general with close friends,or lovers. I have always been extremely fearful of getting hurt. I would either not let love happen at all, or I would break it off early. Somehow I would be mean or do something intentional, to make them stop wanting to be around me. As I write this, I think how terribly selfish. It seems our fears can be are greatest enemies. The very thing we think we are protecting ourselves from can hurt us the most. I was so concerned with my pain or disappointment; I had no regard for others feelings. I did not intend to be so cruel, but protecting myself from emotional harm was my #1 priority. Emotional harm was abundant when I was a child. Something big must have happened in order for me to have created such a protective barrier, and for so long. What I was doing was keeping at a distance all the things I truly needed.
When I did let a man into my life, it had to be on my terms and my terms only. They could never be in charge, nor were they allowed to help me too much. For then it might appear that I needed them. They had no say over my sons, nor were they allowed to spend much time together. Heaven forbid I allow my children to become attached, for I knew it would not last, how very sad for my children. It makes me cry even as I write this, again, how selfish. Its one thing to harm yourself. I believe once you recognise these things it only makes you stronger. When it comes to your children; in fact, it rips your heart out. You can never say your sorry enough or fix it and make it better. One can only hope that they "get it" sooner then we did. And that they love you regardless. The one thing my children have taught me is unconditional love. After years and years of ( love?) with conditions. There certainly are none with them for they are the loves of my life.
What am I doing to deal with my fear? That is not an easy question to answer. Just acknowledging it is a great first step. Its no solution, but ya have to start somewhere. I've been conditioning myself this way for years, I'm not so sure I know how to let go. I'm not sure how to bond with women, let alone meeting or talking to men. I just know that I'm working hard,staying with the same job. I'm going to college to expand my horizons . Taking and getting to know more and different people. I just keep trying to improve myself, and become self assured. Hopefully my higher power permitting will slowly let love and intimacy back into my life.
When I did let a man into my life, it had to be on my terms and my terms only. They could never be in charge, nor were they allowed to help me too much. For then it might appear that I needed them. They had no say over my sons, nor were they allowed to spend much time together. Heaven forbid I allow my children to become attached, for I knew it would not last, how very sad for my children. It makes me cry even as I write this, again, how selfish. Its one thing to harm yourself. I believe once you recognise these things it only makes you stronger. When it comes to your children; in fact, it rips your heart out. You can never say your sorry enough or fix it and make it better. One can only hope that they "get it" sooner then we did. And that they love you regardless. The one thing my children have taught me is unconditional love. After years and years of ( love?) with conditions. There certainly are none with them for they are the loves of my life.
What am I doing to deal with my fear? That is not an easy question to answer. Just acknowledging it is a great first step. Its no solution, but ya have to start somewhere. I've been conditioning myself this way for years, I'm not so sure I know how to let go. I'm not sure how to bond with women, let alone meeting or talking to men. I just know that I'm working hard,staying with the same job. I'm going to college to expand my horizons . Taking and getting to know more and different people. I just keep trying to improve myself, and become self assured. Hopefully my higher power permitting will slowly let love and intimacy back into my life.
Monday, April 9, 2007
REMEMBERED
I'm sorry to say by many I'm not fondly remembered. I've lived a rough and selfish life,for I was raised by rough and selfish people. We know, what we are thought. Some people " get it " sooner and others just keep going with it. Passing their dysfunctions on to their children. I feel I have been paying my karmic debt for years; however, I believe my karma is finally evolving. I believe this shift has allowed me to be more who I was truly meant to be.
Now that my path is changing. Its nice to picture my path as a long country road, covered in flower peddles and lined with fruit bearing trees. The gifts that this new path has brought has allowed me to be kinder to my self and others. A more giving person who loves to make people laugh. It makes me feel good to go out of my way to help someone else. Like so many have done for me. The giving of ones time and energy is such a gift to give. Laughter thats the real winner; there is nothing better for the mind and body then a good laugh. Although sanity and good health are always a plus, other then that laughter helps heal the mind, body,and soul. It just feels good!
When I work, with the elderly, I'm constantly complimented on my smile. They say that it makes them smile too. It really makes me feel good to have a contagious smile.
So, I'd like to be remembered by just a few simple things: my smile, my laughter, my kindness. What more could a person ask for.
Now that my path is changing. Its nice to picture my path as a long country road, covered in flower peddles and lined with fruit bearing trees. The gifts that this new path has brought has allowed me to be kinder to my self and others. A more giving person who loves to make people laugh. It makes me feel good to go out of my way to help someone else. Like so many have done for me. The giving of ones time and energy is such a gift to give. Laughter thats the real winner; there is nothing better for the mind and body then a good laugh. Although sanity and good health are always a plus, other then that laughter helps heal the mind, body,and soul. It just feels good!
When I work, with the elderly, I'm constantly complimented on my smile. They say that it makes them smile too. It really makes me feel good to have a contagious smile.
So, I'd like to be remembered by just a few simple things: my smile, my laughter, my kindness. What more could a person ask for.
Friday, March 30, 2007
THE LAW AND CHANGE
The law has always fascinated me.Laws are meant to protect you, or others from you, to keep some kind of order,or regulation in this society ,so vast. When I was a rebellious Young woman, I thought most laws were just a pain in the butt. Many people feel that way,but you just can't please everybody. Many laws are formed on our behalf; they are there to help us. All you have to do is alittle leg work and there it is yours for the taking. Just sitting there waiting to assist you and others like you.alot of people seem to think you need a lawyer in order for the law to work for them, not necessary true. There are law libraries at court houses, people to answer your questions, and there are always on line resources.
We are always changing and tweaking our laws; what works today may not work ten years from now, or even tomorrow for that matter. We are always trying to do our best to maintain balance. I just know when I start whining about things, I just look at what is going on in some of the other countries of the world.Then suddenly, I feel blessed. I had this opportunity to look at a very old book of laws. The year must have been around 1700 or 1800 hundreds; they talked about lynching and hanging people. To lynch someone actually means to hang them without due process of the law. It explained, for what crimes someone could be lynched, hung, jailed, or somehow publicly humiliated. Scary stuff! I guess that worked for them in those days, or not? Although to this day, we still use the death penalty in some states, However with much controversy. Personally I don't believe its our right to make that call. Although I'm often torn on the subject because when someone brutally abuses a child, or kills someone for fifty bucks out of the cash register. Many reactions are pretty harsh and justly so.But really, an eye for an eye or something like that? Two wrongs don't make a right, how do we know we are right? How can we be sure of guilt; especially when we are taking about a sentence of death. BEYOND A SHADOW OF DOUBT! Not just doubt, but shadows of doubt. It seems to me one could always find a shadow of doubt. The crimes these people commit are unjust, and even heinous, but who are we to pull the trigger? This law just doesn't feel right (Beyond a shadow of doubt) to me.
We are always changing and tweaking our laws; what works today may not work ten years from now, or even tomorrow for that matter. We are always trying to do our best to maintain balance. I just know when I start whining about things, I just look at what is going on in some of the other countries of the world.Then suddenly, I feel blessed. I had this opportunity to look at a very old book of laws. The year must have been around 1700 or 1800 hundreds; they talked about lynching and hanging people. To lynch someone actually means to hang them without due process of the law. It explained, for what crimes someone could be lynched, hung, jailed, or somehow publicly humiliated. Scary stuff! I guess that worked for them in those days, or not? Although to this day, we still use the death penalty in some states, However with much controversy. Personally I don't believe its our right to make that call. Although I'm often torn on the subject because when someone brutally abuses a child, or kills someone for fifty bucks out of the cash register. Many reactions are pretty harsh and justly so.But really, an eye for an eye or something like that? Two wrongs don't make a right, how do we know we are right? How can we be sure of guilt; especially when we are taking about a sentence of death. BEYOND A SHADOW OF DOUBT! Not just doubt, but shadows of doubt. It seems to me one could always find a shadow of doubt. The crimes these people commit are unjust, and even heinous, but who are we to pull the trigger? This law just doesn't feel right (Beyond a shadow of doubt) to me.
READING REACTION BABY MYNA
I have a bird;he is a type of parrot called a Sun Conure. His name is Conrad, and is vivid yellow and orange with blue and green wing tips and tale feathers.Conrad is very spoiled, and he is one of the loudest birds of his kind. Which makes it almost unbearable when he wants his way and wants it now. These birds roam free in South America. There is also a fluke of a flock in San Fransisco, for they somehow adapted to the weather and multiplied in full force. It seems many of the people in the neighborhood would like to be rid of them, for they are so loud (I feel for them). Apparently they are a big tourist attraction; therefore the city is not as enthused to get rid of them.
Although my pet bird was born and raised in captivity, and he knows no other way of life. He could easily leave if he so desired,for he is not caged.His wings aren't cut all the way back either. I can however relate to the story. I once found a baby squirrel who was being attacked by blue jays. I chased them off, as I did I realized the squirrel was not running from me.I told myself he was in shock and that I could not possibly leave him. I scooped him up a took him in the house, and put him in a shoe box. Of course being a teenager I couldn't leave the poor little guy alone. He would ride on my shoulder which I thought was the coolest thing. I would walk up and down the street, and to the store. Of course I received alot of attention there. For three days I thought how cool it would be to have a pet squirrel, but for three days he just would not eat or drink and began to nip at my fingers. Not wanting him to die in my care I decided to let him go. Unknowing of his survival rate, yet better to let nature take its course.
In a sense I felt this way for the Myna bird in the story. I also felt for the young blind boy. I thought it could really help him to have the companionship of a loving pet. I hope he eventually had the opportunity to have and enjoy one.
Although my pet bird was born and raised in captivity, and he knows no other way of life. He could easily leave if he so desired,for he is not caged.His wings aren't cut all the way back either. I can however relate to the story. I once found a baby squirrel who was being attacked by blue jays. I chased them off, as I did I realized the squirrel was not running from me.I told myself he was in shock and that I could not possibly leave him. I scooped him up a took him in the house, and put him in a shoe box. Of course being a teenager I couldn't leave the poor little guy alone. He would ride on my shoulder which I thought was the coolest thing. I would walk up and down the street, and to the store. Of course I received alot of attention there. For three days I thought how cool it would be to have a pet squirrel, but for three days he just would not eat or drink and began to nip at my fingers. Not wanting him to die in my care I decided to let him go. Unknowing of his survival rate, yet better to let nature take its course.
In a sense I felt this way for the Myna bird in the story. I also felt for the young blind boy. I thought it could really help him to have the companionship of a loving pet. I hope he eventually had the opportunity to have and enjoy one.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Reading Reaction #2 The Mute Sense
This author really brings smell to life in her writing. Her wonderful vocabulary really stirs the senses.I'm just so intrigued by the way she describes certain smells. Like "Myrtle-mad August" and"Cereus drenched the air." At one point she talks about describing a sent to someone who hasn't smelled it before; I think that could be like describing sight to someone who can't see. To me, it's so true what she says about smell and memory. I know I've stopped in my tracks from a whiff of something so familiar,yet I just couldn't" place it. As my mind manically searches its data banks to what seems like no end. This unresolved sent will remain in my memory until I identify it, or until it slowly fades away.
I smoked for over 25 years. The last several years I profusely disliked the smell of the smoke; I quit about 10 months ago. Now when I smell a cigarette it smells so good and gives me a great feeling of satisfaction. I think its just somehow fulfilling the memory of my addiction I carried for so long. I also really love the smell of coffee which is probably also another addictive sensory. The smell of certain gardenia flowers makes me want to follow my nose to find the source. Then, I just want to roll around in them just like a cat with catnip. One of the most memoratic smell for me reaches farther then my comprehension. It's the ocean, something about it is just all to familiar as if it comes from several lives back. In a sense it's like a cellular memory. No smell makes me feel more comfortable, or more at ease;then, the smell of the ocean. It's as if I'm home again. I truly enjoyed this article and most definitely could relate.
I smoked for over 25 years. The last several years I profusely disliked the smell of the smoke; I quit about 10 months ago. Now when I smell a cigarette it smells so good and gives me a great feeling of satisfaction. I think its just somehow fulfilling the memory of my addiction I carried for so long. I also really love the smell of coffee which is probably also another addictive sensory. The smell of certain gardenia flowers makes me want to follow my nose to find the source. Then, I just want to roll around in them just like a cat with catnip. One of the most memoratic smell for me reaches farther then my comprehension. It's the ocean, something about it is just all to familiar as if it comes from several lives back. In a sense it's like a cellular memory. No smell makes me feel more comfortable, or more at ease;then, the smell of the ocean. It's as if I'm home again. I truly enjoyed this article and most definitely could relate.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
WHAT HAPPENED TO COMMUNITY?
Things that have changed since I was a child.
Interaction between other beings. That seems to be on the verge of extinction. People don't talk to each other anymore like they used to. In the grocery store or on the streets. Its like we are in our own little bubbles. When was the last time you went to a friendly neighborhood barbecue? I'm afraid friendly neighbors are a dieing breed. Even when I try to be one people mistake kindness as a weakness and try to run the well dry. My grandma had this neighbor, Viola was her name. She always made lemon meringue pie. We would visit her in the afternoons, eat pie and she would paint my nails or something girly like that. When we left my grandma would have me cover my head and run home because there were so many bats in our neighborhood. She said they might get tangled in my hair so of course as a child I was afraid and excited all at the same time. These visits would take a couple of hours and were always fun. Most people today would rather spend those hours in front of the boob tub instead of getting to know there neighbors.
My mother used to take me to varies places on the streets of Los Angeles. We would pick a bench to sit on and watch people interact. We would do this for hours. It was quite entertaining. Back when people acknowledged other people that is. Just a few years ago I spent several weeks in the bay area. It seemed as if everyone had a cell phone stuck to there or right in there ear. So it actually looked like they were walking around talking to themselves. I kept turning around thinking people were talking to me, not a chance. In fact I got the feeling they would walk right through me if they could, I was so invisible to them.
In 1989 we lived in Santa Cruz, Ca. My children were four and six years old. It was just another day people busy doing there own things. When suddenly the earth shock like I've never seen it shake! A 7.1 earthquake! It was like being in a movie. Cars jumping toward us, tops of buildings falling to the ground. My children looking at me for help yet I could not even move just a couple of feet to grab them. It was all I could do to keep on my feet. What seemed like forever was just a brief moment. It was the next several minutes that was even more amazing. A man standing next to me in a suit in tie was asking me if I was alright. suddenly people cared about one another. There were businessmen assisting homeless people and visa-versa. There were no black and white, no he or she. For those moments and actually for days after we were all united. I was the most amazing thing I've ever seen.
Is that what its going to take to bring people together again? Some major devastation. Or maybe thousands more people will die lonely. Neither sounds very promising. But something needs to give.
Interaction between other beings. That seems to be on the verge of extinction. People don't talk to each other anymore like they used to. In the grocery store or on the streets. Its like we are in our own little bubbles. When was the last time you went to a friendly neighborhood barbecue? I'm afraid friendly neighbors are a dieing breed. Even when I try to be one people mistake kindness as a weakness and try to run the well dry. My grandma had this neighbor, Viola was her name. She always made lemon meringue pie. We would visit her in the afternoons, eat pie and she would paint my nails or something girly like that. When we left my grandma would have me cover my head and run home because there were so many bats in our neighborhood. She said they might get tangled in my hair so of course as a child I was afraid and excited all at the same time. These visits would take a couple of hours and were always fun. Most people today would rather spend those hours in front of the boob tub instead of getting to know there neighbors.
My mother used to take me to varies places on the streets of Los Angeles. We would pick a bench to sit on and watch people interact. We would do this for hours. It was quite entertaining. Back when people acknowledged other people that is. Just a few years ago I spent several weeks in the bay area. It seemed as if everyone had a cell phone stuck to there or right in there ear. So it actually looked like they were walking around talking to themselves. I kept turning around thinking people were talking to me, not a chance. In fact I got the feeling they would walk right through me if they could, I was so invisible to them.
In 1989 we lived in Santa Cruz, Ca. My children were four and six years old. It was just another day people busy doing there own things. When suddenly the earth shock like I've never seen it shake! A 7.1 earthquake! It was like being in a movie. Cars jumping toward us, tops of buildings falling to the ground. My children looking at me for help yet I could not even move just a couple of feet to grab them. It was all I could do to keep on my feet. What seemed like forever was just a brief moment. It was the next several minutes that was even more amazing. A man standing next to me in a suit in tie was asking me if I was alright. suddenly people cared about one another. There were businessmen assisting homeless people and visa-versa. There were no black and white, no he or she. For those moments and actually for days after we were all united. I was the most amazing thing I've ever seen.
Is that what its going to take to bring people together again? Some major devastation. Or maybe thousands more people will die lonely. Neither sounds very promising. But something needs to give.
Monday, March 5, 2007
A CHILDS MEMORY
Growing up was an adventure for me. My mother was a drug afflicted hippie. So there had never really been a dull moment. I can't say it was the safest or healthiest of environments for a child. But it was the hand I was dealt. There were definitely some adventures. My mother was kind of a nature freak and was always quite daring. I used to say "If there was a no trespassing sign she was there ". I always had a choice come or stay in the car. One time she pulled over because she saw a broken down fence, a trail and of course a no trespassing sign. She said come on, I reluctantly followed. We came to a cave. I looked down and saw bear tracks in the hardened mud. I was only about eight but even I could comprehend that the tracks led in but not out. Needless to say I went back to the car and about 15 minutes later my mother returned with her curiosity fulfilled. I was never really worried about her because to me she was invincible.
OK, now for the real tale. We lived in the Los Angeles area and would often visit the L.A. Zoo. One day while leaving My mother heard a noise. We were almost to the car when my mother stuck her head in some bushes, then her shoulder, waist deep then her butt just disappeared! Being only about six and not wanting to be left alone in the parking lot. I quickly followed. It was like walking through a dense jungle. My mother was pushing branches aside. As I ducked, bobbed and briskly climbed over branches to keep up. She just knew there was some adventure waiting on the other side. I was amazed! I would have given anything to see my face when we reached the other side. She found the old L.A. zoo. It was overgrown and no longer in use. No kidding it was like a fairy tale, an abandoned city. Arched ways created by overgrown vines. Many rock walls covered with moss, cast iron cages which many were wide open. Giving the feeling that all the animals had escaped or something. Much to our surprise there were still some animals left there. In one cage there were a pack of hyenas the noises they made were spooky. In another cage there were several monkeys. It was really quite sad. There my have been more but I refused to go any farther. Of course being the animal lover my mother was she wanted somehow to rescue them all. Knowing my mother she would have found some way to start a ruckus. I quickly assured her that they were well taken care of. I'm sure they will soon go to the new zoo. And we were sure to get in trouble if we were caught there. Although twas all said in scared little six year old terminology. Amazingly enough she agreed and we were quickly on our way.
My memories my not have always been fond ones as a child. But I experienced more then most children at that age. I've been so close to a GINOURMOUS rainbow that I felt that I could reach out and touch it. With colors so vivid I could not put into words while walking up steps that were somehow attached to a giant mass of rock mountain. With huge water falls to were it was just a mist all around us. I've slid down natural rock water slides covered in moss that led to a deep pool of water deep in the deep mountains that took miles of walking to get to.I definitely was not a sissy la la. Life is taking the good with the bad. I have good memories and some filled with sorrow. But that is what has shaped me into the person I am today. Hopefully thats a good thing!
OK, now for the real tale. We lived in the Los Angeles area and would often visit the L.A. Zoo. One day while leaving My mother heard a noise. We were almost to the car when my mother stuck her head in some bushes, then her shoulder, waist deep then her butt just disappeared! Being only about six and not wanting to be left alone in the parking lot. I quickly followed. It was like walking through a dense jungle. My mother was pushing branches aside. As I ducked, bobbed and briskly climbed over branches to keep up. She just knew there was some adventure waiting on the other side. I was amazed! I would have given anything to see my face when we reached the other side. She found the old L.A. zoo. It was overgrown and no longer in use. No kidding it was like a fairy tale, an abandoned city. Arched ways created by overgrown vines. Many rock walls covered with moss, cast iron cages which many were wide open. Giving the feeling that all the animals had escaped or something. Much to our surprise there were still some animals left there. In one cage there were a pack of hyenas the noises they made were spooky. In another cage there were several monkeys. It was really quite sad. There my have been more but I refused to go any farther. Of course being the animal lover my mother was she wanted somehow to rescue them all. Knowing my mother she would have found some way to start a ruckus. I quickly assured her that they were well taken care of. I'm sure they will soon go to the new zoo. And we were sure to get in trouble if we were caught there. Although twas all said in scared little six year old terminology. Amazingly enough she agreed and we were quickly on our way.
My memories my not have always been fond ones as a child. But I experienced more then most children at that age. I've been so close to a GINOURMOUS rainbow that I felt that I could reach out and touch it. With colors so vivid I could not put into words while walking up steps that were somehow attached to a giant mass of rock mountain. With huge water falls to were it was just a mist all around us. I've slid down natural rock water slides covered in moss that led to a deep pool of water deep in the deep mountains that took miles of walking to get to.I definitely was not a sissy la la. Life is taking the good with the bad. I have good memories and some filled with sorrow. But that is what has shaped me into the person I am today. Hopefully thats a good thing!
WEATHER AND ITS PERFECTIONS
To me all weather has something perfect about it. Here we go again. Just what is "perfect" just kidding! I'm not going to dissect the topic. This time. I guess in the traditional sense to me perfect would feel nice and warm on my face and body,just relaxing. Maybe a few clouds in the sky so that it doesn't get to hot. A little bit of a warm breeze could be added. It would feel so nice upon my face and ever so slightly blowing my hair back. There that's my perfect weather day. On a day like that I could just curl up in a hammock and take a nap.
Now, what about the perfectness of a thunder and lightening storm! What a thrill! BAM! Then the sky lights up.Nothing like a wake up call form mother nature. It can be scary yet you almost can't help but stare out the window. How about wind storms? I've been in some so bad that it sounds like a locomotive running right next to the house. To where I could not sleep just lay there waiting for a tree to come through the roof or something. I couldn't imagine living back east were they have tornadoes or hurricanes. What power and yet how devastating. Of course that's what they say about our earthquakes. I've been in a few bad ones myself. Then there is snow, to me its beautiful to watch and play in. Around here most snivel relatively quick about it. Sure it's cold and somewhat dangerous. Especially when we are a community ill prepare for it. My dad used to say "It's not snow until you have to dig your way out of your house " NO THANKS ! People complain allot about the rain too but look how green and clean it leaves everything.
Weather can leave you ah struck, happy, tired even devastated. It can bring communities together or tear them apart. I just know if it weren't for all the many variations of weather we'd probable never be able to appreciate our "perfect" weather day.
Now, what about the perfectness of a thunder and lightening storm! What a thrill! BAM! Then the sky lights up.Nothing like a wake up call form mother nature. It can be scary yet you almost can't help but stare out the window. How about wind storms? I've been in some so bad that it sounds like a locomotive running right next to the house. To where I could not sleep just lay there waiting for a tree to come through the roof or something. I couldn't imagine living back east were they have tornadoes or hurricanes. What power and yet how devastating. Of course that's what they say about our earthquakes. I've been in a few bad ones myself. Then there is snow, to me its beautiful to watch and play in. Around here most snivel relatively quick about it. Sure it's cold and somewhat dangerous. Especially when we are a community ill prepare for it. My dad used to say "It's not snow until you have to dig your way out of your house " NO THANKS ! People complain allot about the rain too but look how green and clean it leaves everything.
Weather can leave you ah struck, happy, tired even devastated. It can bring communities together or tear them apart. I just know if it weren't for all the many variations of weather we'd probable never be able to appreciate our "perfect" weather day.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
BEYOND TOPIC
Famous: 1. Well or widely known 2. First rate; excellent. Syns- noted.
Fame: Great reputation and recognition; renown.
The more I thought about this subject the less clear I became. I needed to define famous for myself. I expected it to be something really grand, but it wasn't. In fact I found it to be quite simple; Well known, great reputation. That could be just about anyone. Right here at Butte College you could be famous. In fact in our classroom we have someone who fits that description. Have you ever walked the walkways with Erlinda between classes? It's like being in a parade. People wave and talk to her left and right. Teachers and students alike. So she fits the definition of famous.
Then there is Famous Amos. He calls himself famous. Do we really know Amos? Most of us know his cookies. I guess that would fall under the definition of; First rate, excellent. One of my favorite singers Van Morrison was well known for his wonderful music. He himself was pretty much a mystery. Staying very Private and out of the spot light. His fans nor the media knew much about him. So was he famous or just his music? Would I know him if I saw him? No, But I'd know him if I heard him. I would enjoy very much if he came by for dinner and sang a song.He wouldn't have to talk at all.
The definition of famous to me is so vast. How could I possibly narrow it down to just three people. If I knew my history better I'm sure I could find hundreds of characters I'd love to meet. There are people like Shakespeare or Sigmund Freud. I'd like to meet because I'm in such ah of them or at least the work they have done. Of course I would probably embarrass myself trying to converse with them. On the other hand I would probably have a few questions for Hillary Clinton. You can't get much more famous then being the First Lady. I'm amazed that a woman could have such strength as to survive such a public humiliation as she did. She just proved famous or not she's only human and this to shall pass. Look at her now!
As far as famous people like actors and actresses or big time musicians. I don't have much interest. I think they are why famous became too big for its britches. They have taken ( because the public has let them ) well known and made it excessive. Some of these people have allowed fame to let them live like royalty. So truthfully I don't want to know how big their mansions are or how much they spent on there car(s). I would like to know what good there doing with their riches, if any. If you look up the word famous in the dictionary the two words above it are famish and famine. Thats almost ironic. I know I'm generalizing quite abit. There are exceptions among all groups. Many of these people do great things don't get me wrong. But it has become such a circus who can tell anymore?
So by chance you were lucky enough to have people come to dinner. That you so famously admired. Then it really wouldn't matter if the menu consisted of green eggs and ham now would it?!
Fame: Great reputation and recognition; renown.
The more I thought about this subject the less clear I became. I needed to define famous for myself. I expected it to be something really grand, but it wasn't. In fact I found it to be quite simple; Well known, great reputation. That could be just about anyone. Right here at Butte College you could be famous. In fact in our classroom we have someone who fits that description. Have you ever walked the walkways with Erlinda between classes? It's like being in a parade. People wave and talk to her left and right. Teachers and students alike. So she fits the definition of famous.
Then there is Famous Amos. He calls himself famous. Do we really know Amos? Most of us know his cookies. I guess that would fall under the definition of; First rate, excellent. One of my favorite singers Van Morrison was well known for his wonderful music. He himself was pretty much a mystery. Staying very Private and out of the spot light. His fans nor the media knew much about him. So was he famous or just his music? Would I know him if I saw him? No, But I'd know him if I heard him. I would enjoy very much if he came by for dinner and sang a song.He wouldn't have to talk at all.
The definition of famous to me is so vast. How could I possibly narrow it down to just three people. If I knew my history better I'm sure I could find hundreds of characters I'd love to meet. There are people like Shakespeare or Sigmund Freud. I'd like to meet because I'm in such ah of them or at least the work they have done. Of course I would probably embarrass myself trying to converse with them. On the other hand I would probably have a few questions for Hillary Clinton. You can't get much more famous then being the First Lady. I'm amazed that a woman could have such strength as to survive such a public humiliation as she did. She just proved famous or not she's only human and this to shall pass. Look at her now!
As far as famous people like actors and actresses or big time musicians. I don't have much interest. I think they are why famous became too big for its britches. They have taken ( because the public has let them ) well known and made it excessive. Some of these people have allowed fame to let them live like royalty. So truthfully I don't want to know how big their mansions are or how much they spent on there car(s). I would like to know what good there doing with their riches, if any. If you look up the word famous in the dictionary the two words above it are famish and famine. Thats almost ironic. I know I'm generalizing quite abit. There are exceptions among all groups. Many of these people do great things don't get me wrong. But it has become such a circus who can tell anymore?
So by chance you were lucky enough to have people come to dinner. That you so famously admired. Then it really wouldn't matter if the menu consisted of green eggs and ham now would it?!
Monday, February 12, 2007
READING REACTION #1 When words get in the way
Its unfortunate that by using everyday words we can insult someone of difference i.e. ethnicity, man, woman, young, old. The list gos on. We have become such a culture of who offended who. There are so many rules on what we can say or do in the presence of whom. I did not feel the old man in the story meant any disrespect by using the term "boy". But the again I'm not African American either.I'm afraid we do have deep historical wounds with our language. Maybe that's why our language is beginning to change with this generation.
HAPPY,HAPPY,HAPPY
Life makes me happy. The desire to learn and grow makes me happy. My sons make me happy. My three dogs make me happy. My obnoxious bird even makes me happy. The fact that I've turned my life and self will over to a higher power makes me very happy. Its nice to let go, to feel cared for.
I'm afraid for years I was not at all grateful for life and its gifts. I settled for false happiness. I had no goals or desires for my or my children's future. Maybe that's why when I arrived I felt as if I were standing all alone in the middle of a desert. I felt like I blew it. A wasted life,Its over. Its amazing how we cling to life. Some big guy three times your size can attack you and you will fight back. I don't care who you are. Its a natural reaction. Its the same emotionally. Even when we feel there is no hope. If you get to that point and you are able to make it back "wow" life is good. The littlest of things are great. anything is possible.
Walking out of the desert sure is nice. Now through the forest and up the mountain for me. Because its never to late to set goals and be happy!
I'm afraid for years I was not at all grateful for life and its gifts. I settled for false happiness. I had no goals or desires for my or my children's future. Maybe that's why when I arrived I felt as if I were standing all alone in the middle of a desert. I felt like I blew it. A wasted life,Its over. Its amazing how we cling to life. Some big guy three times your size can attack you and you will fight back. I don't care who you are. Its a natural reaction. Its the same emotionally. Even when we feel there is no hope. If you get to that point and you are able to make it back "wow" life is good. The littlest of things are great. anything is possible.
Walking out of the desert sure is nice. Now through the forest and up the mountain for me. Because its never to late to set goals and be happy!
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
DAN
I know a 21 year old young man named Daniel. He is a kind and gentle man with a big heart. In many ways he has beaten the odds. Growing up in a very unstable environment, moving from house to house and even being homeless on several occasions. It was one school after another. School became so difficult he dropped out.
Daniel eventually got a job at a fast food restaurant. After sticking it out for over a year, which was impressive by itself. He decided he wanted to fight fires.In order to do this he had to pass an endurance test. I'm sorry to say his family did not give him the support he so deeply needed. They were worried about protecting him. He had a bad back and would often have migraine head aches.Daniel was determined, he showed everyone. He passed. He fought fires and did a lot of camping out for the job with his fellow fire fighters. He did this for a full season. He was very proud of himself. Needless to say we were all very proud of him too.
Winter came and fire season went. He took a few months off. All the while thinking what goal was next. Knowing that a high school diploma or at least a G.E.D was very important. He did some research and found a program called Job corps. He applied and was excepted. After choosing welding as his major. They flew him to the first available opening which was in Oregon. This program pays for your room, board and education as long as you put in the effort and follow the rules. So far he has received his G.E.D and is half way through the welding course. I know he will complete his goal for he is hard working and determined. I very much so admire this young man. And I am proud to call him my son.
LOVE MOM
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
DREAM JOB
Renovation of old houses would be my dream job. I would buy old houses in distress and make them whole again. Keeping the history alive, because we just don't build houses in this manner anymore. My fascination with older houses began as a child. I once lived in a house that was built before electricity. It had this huge fireplace in the kitchen. The fireplace was not in use at the time and had a modern stove in front of it. I would often peek inside. It was large enough for me to walk in,which was about 4 ft tall. It had this long cast iron bar across the top, to which one could hang their cooking pots on. It was from that day froward. I began to pay attention to the littlest of details, when it came to old houses.
Old houses are so unique. Such craftsmanship and detail went into them. They were definitely built to last. Although I understand nobody probably wants to cook in an open fireplace anymore. I would still some how like to preserve as many details as possible. i would personally gladly give up some modern luxuries to live in the midst of such character.
Old houses are so unique. Such craftsmanship and detail went into them. They were definitely built to last. Although I understand nobody probably wants to cook in an open fireplace anymore. I would still some how like to preserve as many details as possible. i would personally gladly give up some modern luxuries to live in the midst of such character.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
MY GOALS FOR THIS SEMESTER
I have not lived a very organized life until the last few years. I am in my early forties and not very well educated. I have always wanted a better education. But somehow never felt capable nor worthy, I guess you could say. One of my goals is to feel confident enough to express myself. Both verbally and in my writings. I have always had a great fear of writing and I wish to conquer that fear.
I feel this semester is a new beginning for me. Another goal is to build upon my time management skills. This is a must. For I feel as though I have gone from a very unstimulating life to standing in the middle of a whirlwind. Hoping to learn how to incorporate my work, classes and homework. I'm taking nine units here at Butte and working thirty hours a week. And still need to make time to love my doggies and birdie.
Here at Butte college I find it important to learn how to utilize the resources and programs available to me. And knowing when to ask for help. Such as tutoring, counseling, teachers and my fellow peers. One thing I've noticed here at the college is to ask and you will get answers. If they don't know they will direct you to someone who does. I really enjoy watching and taking to the wide variety of people on the campus. I hope very much to enjoy this semester and hope there are many more to follow.
I feel this semester is a new beginning for me. Another goal is to build upon my time management skills. This is a must. For I feel as though I have gone from a very unstimulating life to standing in the middle of a whirlwind. Hoping to learn how to incorporate my work, classes and homework. I'm taking nine units here at Butte and working thirty hours a week. And still need to make time to love my doggies and birdie.
Here at Butte college I find it important to learn how to utilize the resources and programs available to me. And knowing when to ask for help. Such as tutoring, counseling, teachers and my fellow peers. One thing I've noticed here at the college is to ask and you will get answers. If they don't know they will direct you to someone who does. I really enjoy watching and taking to the wide variety of people on the campus. I hope very much to enjoy this semester and hope there are many more to follow.
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