My Dream house

When I was a child, there were always crazy things, which my mind created, about a dream house.  Though I know I most likely will never have my silly old house from my imagination, being that it’s the only one to have ever existed within the dreams throughout my memories, it is the one you will read about.  

As a child, my imagination would take me to this place when I was scared or sought peace.  I remember over grown grass, millions of undiscovered flowers, huge trees, and strange creatures lurking about; this yard might be illegal, but like I’d be the one to care. The sound of fluent water would run through the air,  and the pitter patter of rain would echo from a distance.  A place of emptiness, mystical creatures, and most importantly, adventure.

The house itself was built of large grey stones, up to the dark, yet colorful, sky.  It was huge, I never planned on living in it, but rather spending hours searching for an adventure somewhere within.  Hundreds of rooms, and even more windows, some broken, others complete.  Creaking, wooden floors that were almost to old and rotten to talk on, some even in-caved.  Levels and levels of mystery, waiting to be discovered in my own world, with my rules, and my imagination.  The only place I could escape to when I was scared that someone else would hurt me or that someone else would pass on to another life.  It was my freedom, my dream, and my creation.

Blood Diamond

One of the most inspirational movies I have ever seen is blood diamond. This movie shows events that happen constantly in the continent of Africa. Though it is not based on a true story, the events which it shows truly have happened, and continue to happen today.

Most people do not know what people in Africa go through or the large amounts of murders that happen to innocent people there.

All though is movie is sad, it has had a such a huge impact on my that after watching it I won’t let someone buy me anything with real diamonds on it, because of the suffering people go trough to get them. Yes I have a few necklaces that are real, but I won’t accept another one because I watched that movie.

For those who haven’t watched it I strongly recommend it, sorry for not going into details about it, but I don’t want to ruin it for anyone. Wonderful film, absolutly check it out

Reading writing

When thinking of what I should base my writing about for our class, many thoughts came to mind.  Most of them about how much I hate reading, and why it’s understandable for me!  Many times I found my self searching for an idea of current events, and what they had to do with this topic.  

I couldn’t understand my complex mind setting on this topic, why everything was about now, rather than the past.  Soon my mind started wandering what I had already done, and the point in time that I enjoyed reading, rather than despised it!  It seemed almost as if memories that were forgotten came back to me.

It’s funny how I truly forgot my love for reading, the constant searching around the house for something new to read! Yet I had lost all memory of it; how this even happens, I am unaware.  

Now I remember always being the one who the teacher called on to read, and the kid who also enjoyed it.  Everyday I would wake up and while my sisters would watch T.V. on weekends, I’d be reading Dr. Sues and whatever else was in the house, even my dad’s law books.

By second grade my good memories of reading faded, just like my vision.  I couldn’t see, or comprehend that my vision was faulty.  My teacher would constantly yell at me because I could read, it was imposable for me. 

After I grew older, somehow my vision was regained, but my skills were behind.  By the time I had back what I’d once lost, it seemed pointless to me, trying to learn something that should already be known.  

My topic for this paper was very difficult to come up with, or at least if I didn’t want to be negative.  So I guess my point is, if you can’t find what you’re looking for in the present or the future, look in the past, there’s always something to learn from what has already happened.

First Drafts

      Millions of good writers start their pieces with first drafts.  These drafts are what they use to build up ideas. Most people who have writen, have used this form of writing atleast once.

  Anne Lammot’s essay “Shitty First Drafts”  explains more into depth how these drafts are so important.  She reminds other writers why a first draft is useful and how it can improve your writings.

  If you were to never edit your first draft paper, there would probably be numerous mistakes.  The problem with not having more than one draft is that even though you may have checked it once, sometimes there are still mistakes in the paper.

  Almost every writing I have ever done has always had a first draft.  I have never given my professors one of these, for the reason of mistakes.  My papers normally have hundreds of grammer usage, spelling, and confusing statement issues. 

  I have found that if I check my work a few times it always turns out much better.  Throughout many writing experiences, my work was always worse when I only checked it once.

  To this every day I tend to write about 18 drafts before I turn in my first draft to my professors. 

It is always a good Idea to be safe.  Remeber, the bright way is the right way.

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