Over the course of a semester, you can learn many things you didn't know before. Sometime people have no idea how to form a complete sentence without using some kind of slang term or commas in the wrong places. Having a blog can help you in a lot of ways.
Blogging is viewable to millions of people. Though most of them are reading just to read something, the class blog is what is there to help you. Your classmates can comment on what you are doing wrong in the writing process. They can tell you how to make a sentence sound better with some rearranging of words or they can tell you if something is relevant to the current topic you are discussing. When you have classmates that are unbiased to making you feel good about your writing, you can get some honest critique that is very beneficial.
Personally, I liked the blogging. Normally when you have a Myspace Web page or Facebook, people only read what you have to say when they are bored and don't necessarily comment unless they know you closely. When I did the class blog, I almost found it comforting knowing that someone was going to be reading what I had to say. I know it was probably forced reading, but it still meant someone was viewing it.
I didn't like the fact that I had trouble thinking of what to say when I knew that someone was going to be reading it. I didn't want to sound like I didn't know what I was talking about and I surely didn't want to say anything to spark a controversy or offend my classmates. Also, it's hard to write something that doesn't affect you personally without giving too much information about my personal life.
Blogging can surely help you, but it is an honest truth when someone comments on your writing. Be prepared to take some criticism, but know that it is constructive. I will miss knowing that people are reading my writing, but I think it also helped me improve my style. Next year in Composition II, I hope to prove it.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Week 9
The day I got laid off from my job was probably the worst day of my life. How was I going to support my family? How were we going to pay our bills? I hurried to find a solution to our crisis before thigns took another turn for the worse. My husband thought of a way out and told me, "Sandy, maybe you can always start that daycare you've always wanted to do." I thought about it and said, "Wow, maybe you're right! People always need a place for their children right? I would be perfect for that!" Later that night, I started planning.
Six months later down the road, my daycare opened it's doors. It was called Caring Hearts Daycare. The building we rented was about 5,000 square feet in size and had enough rooms for specific age groups to be seperated. The entrance way was painted in bright colors to lighten up the atmosphere. Most children are a little timid when their parents drop them off, and it would be nice for them to see big murals that can distract them from the fact that this is a daycare. When you walk in, there is a big room used for getting the children together to sing songs and eat. Down the hall there are about 5 different rooms with age groups ranging from 6 weeks to about 10 years old. My staff was very excited to start the day, and I was pretty excited myself.
Our first children came at about 8:00 a.m. There were 3 of them. The oldest was happy to see all of these different toys he has never seen before and immediately ran to play. The youngest was 4 months old and was handed off to her caregiver. The middle child had a little trouble letting go of mommy. We had to coax him with toys and crackers to distract him enough so his mommy could sneak out the door. After that, about 6 more children came.
I was in charge of keeping order of all the rooms, while my staff was seperated amongst them. It was a bit more noisy than I expected, but I loved the sound of children laughing and playing. I warms my heart to know that I provided a nurturing, fun, and comfortable environment for these children while their parents were at work or college. In the middle of the day all of the children came together in the great room to sing songs and dance. Even when they sing out of tune, they are better singers than Kelly Clarkson. Their smiles were as wide as rainbows and they all yelled, "Miss Sandy, Miss Sandy let's sing another song! Dance Miss Sandy!" I definetly got my workout for the day--or in my case the week. After the song and dance, we ate lunch and settled down for naptime.
I look over the children while they sleep so soundly, wondering what they are going to tell mommy and daddy about their day here. I like to think that they enojoy it and want to keep coming back again and again. The real home is with their parents, but hopefully in due time, this will be their home away from home.
When parents started rolling in to pick up their kids, I let them all know what they ate for the day, activities we did together, how they reacted during the day, and gave them papers reapeating everything i just told them. They thanked me for watching their children and they left. It was the first day, and I know I could do this for the rest of my life.
Six months later down the road, my daycare opened it's doors. It was called Caring Hearts Daycare. The building we rented was about 5,000 square feet in size and had enough rooms for specific age groups to be seperated. The entrance way was painted in bright colors to lighten up the atmosphere. Most children are a little timid when their parents drop them off, and it would be nice for them to see big murals that can distract them from the fact that this is a daycare. When you walk in, there is a big room used for getting the children together to sing songs and eat. Down the hall there are about 5 different rooms with age groups ranging from 6 weeks to about 10 years old. My staff was very excited to start the day, and I was pretty excited myself.
Our first children came at about 8:00 a.m. There were 3 of them. The oldest was happy to see all of these different toys he has never seen before and immediately ran to play. The youngest was 4 months old and was handed off to her caregiver. The middle child had a little trouble letting go of mommy. We had to coax him with toys and crackers to distract him enough so his mommy could sneak out the door. After that, about 6 more children came.
I was in charge of keeping order of all the rooms, while my staff was seperated amongst them. It was a bit more noisy than I expected, but I loved the sound of children laughing and playing. I warms my heart to know that I provided a nurturing, fun, and comfortable environment for these children while their parents were at work or college. In the middle of the day all of the children came together in the great room to sing songs and dance. Even when they sing out of tune, they are better singers than Kelly Clarkson. Their smiles were as wide as rainbows and they all yelled, "Miss Sandy, Miss Sandy let's sing another song! Dance Miss Sandy!" I definetly got my workout for the day--or in my case the week. After the song and dance, we ate lunch and settled down for naptime.
I look over the children while they sleep so soundly, wondering what they are going to tell mommy and daddy about their day here. I like to think that they enojoy it and want to keep coming back again and again. The real home is with their parents, but hopefully in due time, this will be their home away from home.
When parents started rolling in to pick up their kids, I let them all know what they ate for the day, activities we did together, how they reacted during the day, and gave them papers reapeating everything i just told them. They thanked me for watching their children and they left. It was the first day, and I know I could do this for the rest of my life.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
AGAIN!!!
The other day i couldn't make it to school because my son had me up half the night coughing. The weather change effects my children very much with their allergies. I was happy when the next day it started warming up because his symptoms subsided.
This morning I was changing my daughters diaper and noticed something disappointing. She has another absess. This MUST mean her MRSA has come back for a second round. I didn't like dealing with this the first time because she had to be isolated during certain things, she was on antibiotics, and it was painful for her to have them drained. I don't want to do this again, so I need to find out where this is coming from. She does have a habit of sticking things in her mouth which is a sure way to get it, but i would also hate for me or my husband to be the carriers. I'm praying she gets over it quickly:)
This morning I was changing my daughters diaper and noticed something disappointing. She has another absess. This MUST mean her MRSA has come back for a second round. I didn't like dealing with this the first time because she had to be isolated during certain things, she was on antibiotics, and it was painful for her to have them drained. I don't want to do this again, so I need to find out where this is coming from. She does have a habit of sticking things in her mouth which is a sure way to get it, but i would also hate for me or my husband to be the carriers. I'm praying she gets over it quickly:)
Week 8
The video on YouTube is extremely accurate, i believe. The digital world has taken over almost every aspect of communication we have. People always think back to the simpler times of pen and paper. and sme adults today have no idea how to even turn on a computer, let alone create an e-mail address.
It isn't always negative, because it can be very helpful. It became a way for people to connect easier. Someone can search for jobs online instead of having to brwose newspapers and drive around. Businesses can keep in touch with others at the same time with the same message through e-mail.
Sometimes it is apparent that the world relies too much on the interenet. When someone doesn't have access to a computer, many resources are cut off from them. Since everything is becoming digital, books and videos are becoming thing of the past, and a nuisance to some who don't want to do the extra work.
The Web has had many impacts on society. Though it helps, it also aids in making people lazy.
It isn't always negative, because it can be very helpful. It became a way for people to connect easier. Someone can search for jobs online instead of having to brwose newspapers and drive around. Businesses can keep in touch with others at the same time with the same message through e-mail.
Sometimes it is apparent that the world relies too much on the interenet. When someone doesn't have access to a computer, many resources are cut off from them. Since everything is becoming digital, books and videos are becoming thing of the past, and a nuisance to some who don't want to do the extra work.
The Web has had many impacts on society. Though it helps, it also aids in making people lazy.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Is it really our business?
Every day there is something new on TV about a celebrity break-up, a mom having eight children at once, or what plastic surgery someone had. When people live high-profile lives, it is understandable that they are under the spotlight 24/7. Even if they weren't in the spotlight in the first place, big events change all that. Since when did Jennifer Aniston's or Lindsay Lohan's personal life become our business? Why is it okay to make assumptions about their lives with men, women, or what children they don't have but really want? Why does Nadya Suleman gets loads of criticism for having children when no one knew about it until now? I don't think it's right for us to judge them or believe that it is our right now know their business. They get attention because people are nosy. I read blogs and comments about that poor mother--who by the way has ENOUGH on her plate--about people who hate her for making babies and think she is doing it all for attention. If you don't want her to have attention, stop giving it to her! Leave them alone..would you want someone following you around and judging you?
Week 7- Cause and Effect
George stepped out of his home on a frigid January morning. There was an ice storm the night before which made trips today questionable. He knew he had to go into work anyway. Sliding down the sidewalk to his frozen car, he unlocked it and wrestled with the door to open. The frost made its way to the window of his gauges. He started the car one, two, three times before it finally turned over. He knew it would be a little bit before he was able to take off, so he drank his coffee and took a glance at the morning paper. It was so cold, he was shivering. He opened the paper to read the news and fumbled with his coffee. Trying to catch it and not spill it all over his pants, his arm hit the shifter and it put the car into a slow reverse.
Unfortunately, George's street was on a slant. He tried to press the brakes and regain control, but by that time his car was making its way down the small hill. He started blaring his horn and screaming out the window for unsuspecting bystanders to jump out of the way. He saw the road level off at the end of the street. The car gained more and more speed. There was an end in sight. As he hit the level road, his tires hit a couple of ramps that were used to change the oil on a car. George's car hit the ramps and put his back end in the air. The next thing he new there was a crash and then no motion.
He opened his eyes, which he had shut in anticipation, and realized he wasn't on the ground. When he opened the door, he about fell out when he saw he was on top of a car. He looked out the other window to see a student, shocked and amazed that he would be late to school. He could hear him on the phone already, explaining to his parents, "Mom, I don't think I am going to make it to class today--Mr. Hancock parked his car on top of mine."
Unfortunately, George's street was on a slant. He tried to press the brakes and regain control, but by that time his car was making its way down the small hill. He started blaring his horn and screaming out the window for unsuspecting bystanders to jump out of the way. He saw the road level off at the end of the street. The car gained more and more speed. There was an end in sight. As he hit the level road, his tires hit a couple of ramps that were used to change the oil on a car. George's car hit the ramps and put his back end in the air. The next thing he new there was a crash and then no motion.
He opened his eyes, which he had shut in anticipation, and realized he wasn't on the ground. When he opened the door, he about fell out when he saw he was on top of a car. He looked out the other window to see a student, shocked and amazed that he would be late to school. He could hear him on the phone already, explaining to his parents, "Mom, I don't think I am going to make it to class today--Mr. Hancock parked his car on top of mine."
So much to do.
At the beginning of the semester, I thought I always had so much extra time on my hands to finish my work. The homework was easy, and I always got it finished with extra time to spend with my kids. Lately as the semester kind of veers towards a close, so much work is piling on me, and I'm finding it hard for me to get my work finished in time, let alone have it done correctly. I signed up to be full-time during the summer semester so I can hopefully graduate on time. Now I am regretting my decision. I am already signed up and I know I can get out of the classes, but my financial aid is already determined also, so I don't want to make a huge deal out of it. I guess I just have to suck it up and utilize all of my free time...which is nap time between 1-3:30ish. :)
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