Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Math is Like Me learning How to Tie My Shoes Again!
It's funny I was doing math tonight and I was going over the steps and my mind just keeps going blank. I don't know why, but I sure do wish I had someone here to show me how to do this. That's when I thought back to my mom and her ability to help me understand things clearer by showing me. I can remember when she taught me how to tie my shoes. There we were in front of the marble fireplace at our old house. I was a little girl I think I was around four or five. I remember my mom sitting right in front of me patiently guiding the loops through the loops over and over again. She would pause before she pulled them tighter to create the bowtie knot. She would cheer me on saying "That's it, Cassie!". I would look up fustrated because my little mind could not comprehend how in the heck she was holding onto those two loops in her hand and wrapping them around eachother. I would get so aggrevated I would have to stop and take a break and try again after she pepped me up for one more round. Even though she knew I was at my witt's end, she was still determined that I was going to learn how to tie my shoes before I got up from that floor. I thought of that tonight because I was going over my math and I got fustrated. So I decided to take a break! The only time I recalled being this fustrated was when I was learning how to tie my shoes. It required steps that I had to learn to build up to that final knot. So to me at this moment math is like tying shoes. You can't just sit down and tie them the first time right off the bat. You have to remember every step you take during the process. You can't just give up and throw it down. You have to keep trying until you have that knot. So now that I'm done bloggng I am going to go sit in front of my fieplace wake my mother up at eleven o'clock at night and ask her to come over here and show me how to do these math problems. Like, I am so sure she is going to come over here and do that. LOL But, the thought was nice. So now I am going backover to the couch to stare at those rules so hard I burn holes through the pages!!!! Hopefully, if I keep practicing it will be like tying my shoes! Something that seemed so impossible at one time in my life, became something I do everyday with out a second thought!!!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
descriptive essay
Cassandra Hayes
Mrs. S. Aiken
English 1101 – descriptive paragraph
August 25, 2009
My Trip to Jekyll Island
This summer on vacation, I took my three children to a little island off the coast of Georgia, called Jekyll Island. After a three hour drive and endless questions like;“Are we there yet?”, coming from the back seat from three very anxious little girls; we finally began to smell the warm salt water and see the palm trees swaying gently in the wind. All of the sudden the whole car seemed to get quiet. All the anxious commotion that had been displayed on the trip from my daughters had seized. I was shocked to see them so wide eyed but yet quiet as if they had so much going through their mind they had no idea how to get the questions out of their mouths. We drove along what seemed to me to be a photogragh of never-ending lines of beaches. The beautiful light golden sand beaches covered with sand castles, different colored beach towels, and coolers. You could hear the waves softly coming upon shore as the tide had already began to drift back out into the never ending oasis under the sun. The sparkles of light were like mirrors reflecting the sun so brightly into my eyes I had to squint. My children abruptly rushed out of the car to the boardwalk sounding like a herd of racing horses with their sand pails. I was bogged down as if I were a bag lady carrying everything else we had. My children to excited to offer a helping hand ran off like they were running for the sprint cup. I remember thinking on my way to the beach of how much I had prepared for this vacation and how much work it took just to get in the car. I wondered if i was even going to be able to relax at all. My girls made their way to the beach running through a flock of seagulls, carelessly, to the nearest wave that had rolled upon the shore. It took almost ten minutes for me to get to where they were because i had to carry all of our stuff. Finally, as I laid back in my beach chair with my feet in the sand knowing it would be just a few more hours before I would have to make that dreaded trip to the car. I closed my eyes knowing that I would have only a few precious days to enjoy putting my feet in the sand and having these three little sand devils occupied long enough for me to enjoy the sun. As night time fell and the other tourists like us made their way to their rooms on the shore, I turned around to catch a glimpse of what seemed like the ocean taking its rest as well. With the moon beaming over head I knew it was its time to relax. The waves seemed to calm and the man on the moon beamed down over as if it was admiring his reflection on the water as much as I was. It's funny how I never stop to admire it's beauty because I am always so busy with life's normal routine. The skys were almost like a bowl of little lights poured over the earth, and the ocean seemed to have no end. We headed to the hotel room just over the sand dune. I laugh thinking about how eager the girls were to get here and now how eager they were to get in a nice warm bath and relax. Maybe, after all I would be able to relax, slow down and enjoy my few days at the beach. Somehow all the effort I had put into this trip all seemed worth it.
Mrs. S. Aiken
English 1101 – descriptive paragraph
August 25, 2009
My Trip to Jekyll Island
This summer on vacation, I took my three children to a little island off the coast of Georgia, called Jekyll Island. After a three hour drive and endless questions like;“Are we there yet?”, coming from the back seat from three very anxious little girls; we finally began to smell the warm salt water and see the palm trees swaying gently in the wind. All of the sudden the whole car seemed to get quiet. All the anxious commotion that had been displayed on the trip from my daughters had seized. I was shocked to see them so wide eyed but yet quiet as if they had so much going through their mind they had no idea how to get the questions out of their mouths. We drove along what seemed to me to be a photogragh of never-ending lines of beaches. The beautiful light golden sand beaches covered with sand castles, different colored beach towels, and coolers. You could hear the waves softly coming upon shore as the tide had already began to drift back out into the never ending oasis under the sun. The sparkles of light were like mirrors reflecting the sun so brightly into my eyes I had to squint. My children abruptly rushed out of the car to the boardwalk sounding like a herd of racing horses with their sand pails. I was bogged down as if I were a bag lady carrying everything else we had. My children to excited to offer a helping hand ran off like they were running for the sprint cup. I remember thinking on my way to the beach of how much I had prepared for this vacation and how much work it took just to get in the car. I wondered if i was even going to be able to relax at all. My girls made their way to the beach running through a flock of seagulls, carelessly, to the nearest wave that had rolled upon the shore. It took almost ten minutes for me to get to where they were because i had to carry all of our stuff. Finally, as I laid back in my beach chair with my feet in the sand knowing it would be just a few more hours before I would have to make that dreaded trip to the car. I closed my eyes knowing that I would have only a few precious days to enjoy putting my feet in the sand and having these three little sand devils occupied long enough for me to enjoy the sun. As night time fell and the other tourists like us made their way to their rooms on the shore, I turned around to catch a glimpse of what seemed like the ocean taking its rest as well. With the moon beaming over head I knew it was its time to relax. The waves seemed to calm and the man on the moon beamed down over as if it was admiring his reflection on the water as much as I was. It's funny how I never stop to admire it's beauty because I am always so busy with life's normal routine. The skys were almost like a bowl of little lights poured over the earth, and the ocean seemed to have no end. We headed to the hotel room just over the sand dune. I laugh thinking about how eager the girls were to get here and now how eager they were to get in a nice warm bath and relax. Maybe, after all I would be able to relax, slow down and enjoy my few days at the beach. Somehow all the effort I had put into this trip all seemed worth it.
If you gonna be stupid you better be tough!!
Omg, so I just left my last class and I'm freakin out because I didn't pay attention in high school! ughhhh. :( So now I'm in elementary algebra and I can't understand a thing and I feel so stupid. Its so funny how everyone told me back then and I didn't listen that I was going to wish I had. Go figure, they were right!! I am 27 years old and I used to look at math and think what in the world do I need this for anyways? Well now i know if your going to be stupid you better be tough because if you are planning on going to college and getting a degree well that general knowledge comes mighty handy to you if you pay attention. So, now i have to go home and study hard to figure out something i should have already learned by now. I feel so stupid! I wish I had listened to people and then i think about the fact I have three children and I hope they listen to me. I guess when your young you can't really comprehend how every little decision you make effects your life. So I am defiantly not complaining because it's my own fault. Now I am wishing i could go back and redo it all over again.:( But when I leave here to day I am going home parking my hiney at the table and studying till my eyeballs pop out. When i go to sleep tonight i will be counting numbers.LOL i just hope my A.D.D. permits me to sit still long enough! I really don't care for math because I am the type of person who loves to read. It doesn't interest me at all.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
What I Hope to Accomplish
What I hope to accomplish out of this English class is the ability to confidently write any essay, short story, or poem. I love to write it has always been a dream of mine to maybe one day be a freelance writer or a song writer. I think that writing is a great stress reliever and I do it quite often. I hope to learn how to form paragraphs with correct punctuation, learn how to confidently write an essay, and perhaps maybe become a professional writer one day.
What I expect out of this class is to finally learn the correct way to type any form of writing whether it be an essay or report, to write it in a professional manner. I really can't remember a whole lot about English since it has been forever since I took it but I hope I remember enough to get me started. I am a little nervous about taking this class and I hope I do well.
I read over some of my books that will be used in this class and surprisingly i didn't understand one word they were saying. So hopefully Mrs. Aiken will have mercy on me. I know I'll have to pay extra close attention. She'll understand she has A.D.D. too! LoL I'm just joking but actually it's hard for me to write anything because I'll get started on a subject then jump to another so hopefully I will learn to focus on the subject, try to learn to get out what i need to say, and learn to stick to one thing at a time.
I will be honest I hate being told what to write about because I start everything I write about with an idea that I have brainstormed and then from there it is so much easier to write on. Lol so maybe next time I will have more to say.
What I expect out of this class is to finally learn the correct way to type any form of writing whether it be an essay or report, to write it in a professional manner. I really can't remember a whole lot about English since it has been forever since I took it but I hope I remember enough to get me started. I am a little nervous about taking this class and I hope I do well.
I read over some of my books that will be used in this class and surprisingly i didn't understand one word they were saying. So hopefully Mrs. Aiken will have mercy on me. I know I'll have to pay extra close attention. She'll understand she has A.D.D. too! LoL I'm just joking but actually it's hard for me to write anything because I'll get started on a subject then jump to another so hopefully I will learn to focus on the subject, try to learn to get out what i need to say, and learn to stick to one thing at a time.
I will be honest I hate being told what to write about because I start everything I write about with an idea that I have brainstormed and then from there it is so much easier to write on. Lol so maybe next time I will have more to say.
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