Final Post. but there will be more to come.

Write one last blog post answering the following questions:

 

•Which in class writing was your favorite? Why?

•Which in class writing was your least favorite? Why?

•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?

•If you could change anything about your writing this semester what would it be? Why?

•What did you like best about this course?

•What did you like least about this course?

•What would you have done differently this semester if you could have a do-over?

•What did learn about yourself as a student, a thinker, a writer this semester?

•What could I, Ms. A., have done differently to improve the course?

•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.

 

My favorite writing for this class was the one about what we think about, my answer was Consciousness. It’s my favorite thing in the whole world to talk about so it seemed natural to write about it. It’s a common topic in my life.  The least favorite writing was the idea of what “Blue” means to you as an individual. Chronologically my writing gained depth and perspective and a sense of openness to be open to express my thoughts and feelings with words and type. It was nice to see myself become more revealing. We all have things we hide. If I were to change anything it would be to have actually tried in the writing, some days I slacked off. The best part of the course was the open ended discussion and I was given the freedom to express myself and be a degenerate. Least was the sometimes seemingly projects or discussion that meant nothing or were never picked up again. If do overs were possible I would have tried harder with the free writing and not done them by hand. That sucked. I learned I was introverted this semester, I prefer to think and be silent than rant and ramble. Ms. A, you could do longer course discussions not just one day but one week.

My grade in this class shouldn’t be an A, I can admit that. But a B. I have a busy life and there are times I put this course on the backburner. Yet I still participated and still wanted to be involved with the projects and discussions.

Happiness

Happiness is a loose term, happiness can be, for me, as blissful contentment or the accomplishment of a deep seated drama being overcame.
I prefer bliss content, I find that happiness more often. Just constantly finding myself in the back of the room, or hiding from the world; being content with whatever is unfolding in the world around me.
i think if everyone would let me shut up for the rest of my life, only say a few words when need be, I'd be a pretty happy guy.

I find happiness in introversion, cant be happy with yourself, what do you expect anyone else to do for you? Please don't strive so damn hard to be happy, just give it up. You should try sadness fro awhile makes your 'happy days" that much better. Life deserves contrast.
If yours happy all the time, you've got more problems then manically depressed patients. Sadness is a pressured gas you need to slowly release that shit.
happiness is the best kind of lack luster emotion.

Living In The Moment

All the new age hippie thought teachers like to throw that phrase around like its some great epiphany. Its not.
Its crap.
You cant live in ONE moment. You live in all of them. They're not disconnected.
20 years ago, now and 20 years from now are ALL THE SAME FUCKING MOMENT.
Most people cant accept that because for them well: its not true. They've got bills due, jobs to go to, hell even the simple existence of a calender proves it.
Its possible to "live in the moment", our homosapian brains gave up that option a long time ago though. But lets imagine for a second what'd be really like to be a dog.
You don't know what time it is, the years you've spent. Your cute little puppy dog life must be so confusing not understanding linear time. But as a dog you don't get the future you just live in that exact moment.

why cant we do that more?

Fear

Fear is the blackness each person must face, As simple as fear of the dark or public speaking or even the irrational: people too close to you in Walmart. As children I don't think we're really scared of everything like it seems to adults, just confused and lost.
"Fear can be defined as the expulsion of emotions without logic." If we face, or "understand" our fears we can conquer them. Those who are scared of heights, aren't really scared of the elevation but the sensation of falling.
But there's more to fear than Heights, Water, or even people to closet o you in walmart. Theres the overwhelming fear that keeps you awake at night. The fear of losing our home, what dire straight your family could be facing, or maybe its just you all alone. Every ones faced it.
Some like to walk through the fire of fear alone, I do. Whatever may be terrifying me shouldn't get the opportunity to scare those around me. Your friends and family will always say "we want to help because we love you" Its not like that everything
Sometimes to face your fear you go alone, to understand yourself.
Im not saying if you know everything you'll never be scared again...Im saying know why you have fear and you will defeat it.

Humility

hu·mil·i·ty

/(h)yo͞oˈmilədē/

noun

noun: humility

a modest or low view of one's own importance

 

 That first night will always stick out in my memory; the low electric hum of the small town, the heat of summer nights and the stench of dog and stale cigarettes. We were all kids, forced into an adults world. We lived like Teenage Kings but died like Paupers. 

I told her I was sorry for everything that had led up to this point. We were alone, homeless and in love. Too proud, too arrogant to give up any ground, so we slept on it. 

That first night the sheer force of the situation broke me, I'll never forget the moment under the sky I realized I was unimportant. I was small, in the grand scheme of the Universe's Drama. 

That night I was shown Humility. A long, slow. broken path that leads right back to where you started.

noun: humility

a modest or low view of one's own importance