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• Which in class writing was your favorite? Why? I believe my favorite class writing was when we were able to give our own definition of our favorite words. This was my favorite because I was able to use a more creative side in my writing style than I was able to in other writings.

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• Which in class writing was your least favorite? Why? I usually am one to enjoy most of my writings because I put so much thought into each writing but if I had to choose one I would say that my least favorite was the Bagel Showdown writing. I normally don't enjoy writing silly pieces so this one was my least favorite to write just because there wasn't any depth in it. 

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• Review all your writing chronologically (earliest to latest). List three interesting observations or changes in your writing. Which are the most profound (obvious and important)? Why? Three observations or changes in my writing overtime are my writings are more positive than earlier in the semester, I'm using a more creative writing approach to ever piece, and  I add more details than previously. The more profound one to me is that my writings are more positive in nature than previously. This is important because it shows how as a person I have started to feel more comfortable with myself and less consumed with all the negative in my life.  

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• If you could change anything about your writing this semester what would it be? Why? If I could change anything about my writings it would be for them to be longer. I sometime found it hard to stay focused on one topic while writing so in return my writings are not as long as I wish they would be. I think the longer the piece the more opportunity that you are able to come up with creative ways to word details and express how you feel. 

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• What did you like best about this course? I liked how this course was my class of the day to release all the stress and bad energy I had before entering the room. It wasn't a class I had to worry about or stress that my skills were not antiquate for the course. 

• What did you like least about this course? I disliked the fact that we didn't really get involved with poetry. As a writer poetry is something I'm extremely passionate about and love so when I don't get to express myself in poetry during the course of an English class I'm slightly disappointed. 

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• What would you have done differently this semester if you could have a do-over? If I could re-due anything this semester it would have been to write more than I have. I had an extreme case of writers block all semester and it really effect how I dealt with my stress so I wish I could have written more in this class an outside of class. 

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• What did learn about yourself as a student, a thinker, a writer this semester? I have learned that it is hard for me to write on command. I never really had an English teacher who had me write every morning so when I was faced with that I realized that if I don't feel like writing that day nothing will come out of it. 

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• What could I, Ms. A., have done differently to improve the course? The only thing that I would say in the topic of improving this course is to have given us time to revise our I believe speeches so we could change our grades with them if possible. While saying that though I completely understand that with the hard times your family is going through editing a bunch of papers quickly is not of main concern.

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• You begin this course with an engagement and participation score of an A.  Attendance, participation in activities and group work help you to maintain this grade.  Evaluate yourself and assign yourself a grade for the in class portion of this course.  Don’t forget the reasoning behind your self assigned grade. If I were to assign myself a grade for the in class portion of this class I would give myself an A. I would give myself an A because up until last week I had great attendance and even risked my cars life driving in the snow on a couple occasions. Also I am completely out of my comfort zone while participating in group activities so for being so uncomfortable I believe I did well with them. These two things along with keeping up with the assignments in this class I believe I deserve an A in the class portion. 

Team

As the sweat trickles at her brow she narrows her eyes towards the ball. Her hands stand steady at her side ready to grab the white and black sphere as soon as the striker presses her dirty up cleat against it. She feels the sweat pooling in her gloves as she regrets wearing her long sleeve jersey and slider pants out in this weather. With felt like hours but in related was only a few seconds she watched the girl kick the ball right towards the goal she was defending. None of her teammates saw it coming as their faces all formed into shocked expressions but she was ready. With outstretched hands a push of the ground she jumped towards the corner towards the ball. Within seconds she felt the pressure of the ball harshly glide into her gloves and she then attached a death grip not giving room for the ball to go further. As she fell to her side with the ball in hand she could hear her coaches scream out of excitement and surprise and her teammates all exchange happiness. This was a perfect kick from the opposing team yet it was also the perfect save from an inexperienced goalie.  

Teams for me have always been a giant dysfunctional family. I grew up from one sport to the next and with age I realized how awful they can be.

Personal Favorite Words

1. Definitely 2.Jittery3.Resilient4.Perfect5. Magnificent
Definitely: The feeling you encounter when you’re so sure of the world that you live in. When everything is as clear as polished glass and you know that no matter what things will fall into place where they rightfully belong.
Jittery: The smell of every perfume sprayed after a child runs through bath and body works unsupervised. The feeling when you nervously await for your friends to arrive to an event you were way too early for. The taste of pop rocks exploding in your mouth. The seconds before your eyes land on the site of a final exam.
Resilient: When no matter how many horrors or struggles are thrusted into your path you raise your head high with pride knowing you'll be okay. That even when a fire erupts around you engulfing you whole you will rise from the ashes and prove to all that you are a force to be reckoned with.
Perfect: The first time you feel the sun against your skin after a harsh winter. The first kiss you have with someone you know you love. That feeling when you get the most beautiful outfit to wear to an event you have been waiting to arrive for months. When you look down at a graded test to see a giant A planted across the top right hand corner.
Magnificent: When you awake from a restful sleep and are greeted with kisses from your significant other. The look upon a models face as she glides across the runway. The feeling after you win the championship game or beat a previous record while working out. The taste of freshly made chocolate chip cookies that your grandma makes you after a peaceful afternoon.

If I could learm something new...

         I believe that I will never want to stop learning. No matter my age I want each day to count. In my eyes a day is never wasted if you learned something new. So currently? I suppose with my growing addiction to watercolor painting I would love to learn new tips that I could use while painting. Tips that could completely change the dynamic of my painting. Anything art related is something that will always interest me so I would want to learn anything in that realm. If I could learn and memorize all the fine art periods I would be overjoyed. If I could learn every famous painter with the last name that starts with A that would be nifty. If I could learn how to recreate every period with my own paintings I would be over the moon. Honestly I could go at this all day. My love for art is a slight obsession that would have most individuals convinced I am entirely lame and possibly even strange. That clearly hasn't stopped me in my journey in the art world though. If anything it has added fuel to the fire. A fire that just cant seem to ever die out. A fire that has been my light through my life especially when things around me start to darken and I feel as if I will fall into the abyss at any moment. Art will always be there. I can take every negative thought and feeling and transform it into something that speaks beauty to me.

Observer

God did her beauty light up the room in blazing sparks. For as fair as her skin seemed to be she shined with a glowy tan that screamed summertime beauty. The freckles sprinkled across her face around her piercing sad colored eyes showed her youth in vibrant honesty. Her petite figure was more limbs than anything else yet she was awkwardly lanky, but carried it all so obliviously as if what she saw in her reflection wasn't the truth. Her frizzy hair formed ringlet curls around her serious face while she sat on her velvet chair tapping her fingers in a forceful dramatic beat like she did everyday at the same hour on the ticking clock. As she chewed on her pen impatiently trying to study from her pre med textbooks oh how she look perfect with the passion for her studies blazing in her eyes. All of her belongings were neatly packed in a representation on how organized she truly seemed to be. She appeared so reserved that everyone couldn’t even nervously sputter a single word towards her which in return made her so incredibly lonely. Yet in moments that flashed in an instant I saw her casually looking over at people around her taking in her surroundings with a smile twitching at her lips.

Bagel Showdown

As I fly by an old green bench I inhale the smell of a freshly made bagel. The scent alone makes my mouth water and my feathers tense up. I approach the man who hand a grip upon the doughy treat and pressured him for a bite. He seemed entirely absorbed into this briefcase that was in front of him and as soon as his eyes locked with mine he didn't seem all too amused. So when he only tore a small piece off  from this mouthwatering bagel and threw it aside I looked upon him as if he must be mad to think I would not want more than a mesially corner bite. That would simply not do. So I began to pressure him into giving me more by the only way I thought seemed fitting and attack him for the bagel. Yet after pestering him for the entire treat I was knocked into this metal briefcase overwhelmed by the lights within it. I had never before seen such a high tech machine. I start pressing buttons and moving levers. Before I knew it the briefcase was moving in a hopping motion by my command. I wanted to see what else I could do with the briefcase and I start pressing more and more buttons until I could fly and shoot lasers all around. The feeling was exhilarating. Just when I was committed to flying around wreaking havoc to all the man in the suit offers me the bagel once again. I lower my guard for an instant and I could tell that he was trying to get me out of this briefcase. I did not want to leave this metal contraption until I had the bagel I rightfully deserved. Logically I threaten him with a missile if he stepped any closer without the intent to give me the treat. In an instant he throws the bagel in the air for me to grab. I miss the bagel from my beek. The bagel hits a big red button in the suitcase and then all of a sudden a rocket begins to take off in the distance and the mans face drops. Soon he rushed after to stop the rocket and I met him in the sky for one final showdown. He drops the bagel once again and I find myself flying after it. Once on the ground Im delighted to finally have the bagel against the concret. I was craving this bagel for so long until the rocket came back to earth and promptly squashed my bagel in front of my eyes

Favorite words

There is this girl that I know. With amber eyes and long brown hair. Constantly I could find her sipping on the barney and eating some grub as she dreams of being perfect. But no matter how many times she was called bae and looked minted driving her pony she never truly felt magnificent. She definitely was discombobulated at the thought that being perfect was a reachable goal. For as many times as she felt the most bomb satisfaction in herself she knew she wasn't the perfect girl she strives to be. The jitters exploded around her constantly as she wondered what others saw but she could never let them in. Her resiliency was remarkable after every time some draft little boy would smirk with doubt she would hold her head high as if nothing was wrong. She never regretted anything. The only time the word sorry would escape her lips was when she meant the complete opposite of the intent for the word. No she never felt genuinely sorry for her actions she took in her life. She was a lot of things in her life but perfect was not one.