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There goes another semester. This semester has been good even though there were down parts. Every semester has its ups and downs, it is up to you to make the best of it. I took open six classes at the beginning of the semester because I knew I could handle it but I got into my sixth class late and I missed so much that I had to drop it because there was no way I could catch up. It was an economics 200 level class which was a little harder than I thought it would be; mostly because the professor didn't seem to know how to teach, she kept going off topic everyday and we couldn't learn much. That left me with five classes. They were theater, anthropology, Cwp, criminal justice and UNC. I love all these classes mainly because all the professors really engage and make the course interesting so students are excited to come to class and learn something. Theater was a weird class because I thought we were going to be learning about plays but half of the time we were talking about how Greeks and Romans lived and Realism and stuff that I didn't think is related to theater at all but I am not the professor so I just had to go with the flow. Another class where the professor always went off topic was Anthropology. For the first two weeks, all she talked about with us was her trip to Turkey and her experience there. She told us about how a family took her in and for the time she was there, she was basically their daughter. She did chores and learned how to cook and a lot of other stuff; don't get me wrong, I like to listen to people's stories but it gets annoying when that is all you talk about for almost 2 weeks and I have to get up from my bed, walk to class and listen to your story. She finally got into teaching us about anthropology. I didn't think it was an interesting subject but the more we learned about kinship, and how cultures and some countries are and the things they do, I liked it a lot. It made me realize there is a lot of different things and forms of tradition out there. I really enjoyed learning about how marriages work in different countries and we watched a bunch of movies on how people live in China and how they struggle to make a living by working in factories with bad conditions. Changes need to be made in such countries.

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Midterm week of my second year in college was way harder than my first. In my first year, everything was calm, but going into my second year was harder not mainly because the classes were on a higher level but it is because I went through a lot that summer and I was still going through it. Financial aid was not my bestfriend this year so I had to pay over $2,000 out of pocket. I tried to get a job but my schedule interfered with the hours from the jobs so I just stopped trying to look. It was a good year when it started and then all of a sudden, we were in the middle of the semester and tons of work were just coming down on me. I get lazy sometimes but I always get my work done but there was so much that I missed some. I was never the type of student to miss assignments but it happened this year in the middle of the semester and then I had a lot to study for midterms because some of professors put everything they taught since day 1 on the midterm. I have tests back to back which meant a lot of sleepless nights and and I had early classes and I didn't have much gaps between my classes. It wasn't easy but I managed to buy a few cans of Red Bull and hit the books. There were days I couldn't wake up for my 9am class and that is the class that attendance mattered the most. More than 5 absences and you fail the course automatically and I couldn't let that happen. I have a bunches of tardies because I am a deep sleeper and I mostly sleep through my alarms and always late to the class. Because of all my lateness, I can not get any higher than a D in the class, not even if I ace my final exams. That sucks for me but I guess that is the price I have to pay, I don't know why I picked an early class knowing I can't wake up early. So far my second year has been rough, A few bumps on the road but all I can do is work harder and finish off this semester strong. I have next semester to get back to the good student I was and I am going to do everything I can to make that happen.

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Voting

I did not vote because I did not register to vote.

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College Life

I got excited when I got my acceptance letter from Buffalo State College.I was happy because I was told it was a good school for education and having lots of fun. Move-in day was on August 25th, 2015 and I was so happy that I started packing days before. Me and my brother got here about 9:30 am. We went to Tower 2 and checked in. I got my stuff in my room, he helped me move the bed and set the room up how I wanted and he left back to the city. I got bored a few minutes after he left because there wasn’t really anyone on campus. I started walking around to see how the campus was and hopefully find people to hang out with. I was getting upset because I didn’t see any good food places around campus and that is when I really got upset because I am 8 hours away from home and there is not a single good food place around. A couple of days went by, classes started and I was excited to get the college experience like I was told. Half way into the semester, I felt like just giving up and dropping out because there was just too much work and no fun. It was just waking up early for class and work after work and the food was very terrible. I was thinking of what to eat one night and then it hit me, all the times my mother told me to learn how to cook would have came in handy because there was kitchen in my dorm but I didn’t know how to cook. I loved being on my own in college, I can do what I want whenever I want and I don’t have to tell anyone where I am going, I can just get up and get and there was no one to check on me or call me and ask “where are you ?”. Being on my own is good for me because I learned a lot of responsibilities but it is harder than I thought but I am going through it, there are always ups and downs. I survived my first year of college and I am now in my second but the food struggle is still hitting; I need to learn how to cook because I can’t live without great meals. College is fun but there is a lot of work involved and that comes first but we don’t listen, we don’t listen, we procrastinate and crap everything in at the last minute.

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High school memories

I graduated from New Visions Charter High School which was a school in the John F. Kennedy campus on June 20th, 2015. That day was the happiest and also the saddest day in all of my high school years. I was happy because I made it, I graduated high school and I was moving on in life, and I was sad because I came to high school by myself but I grew very close to all my old and new teachers, students and staff within those 4 years. They were basically my second family and the thought of me not seeing them again was not pleasant. A lot of my friends helped me grow, teachers and staff helped me get on track when they saw me slipping. On graduation day, as we were all sitting, I started to think of all the great memories we had. We had went on what seems like a million trips. We saw a lot of plays in Lincoln Center in Manhattan, NY and honestly almost all of those plays bored me to death. In 9th and 10th grade, we had something called advisory. Advisory was a program where students were assign to one teacher and that teacher would be their advisor. So during advisory, each group would meet with their advisor in the morning before classes started and again at the end of the day; they would talk about how their day was, basically just talk to your advisor and fellow students. I hated the idea of advisory but it was really fun because my friends were in the same group as me and we would play basketball in a little hoop we had in the room we meet in. My favorite trip was our senior trip. We went upstate New York to Pine Grove Ranch for 3 days. We left school around 8 am and got to Pine Grove around 1 pm. We all got checked and in less than 10 minutes, there was already a mini party in one of the rooms. We all had a little fun then went outside to explore the place. There was a big pool, a basketball court, horses, game rooms, a club and many more fun stuff. We all liked basketball so we played that for a while and we played man hunt in the woods at night for the 2 nights that we were there. I had a great time there, it was fun playing pranks on my friends and rounding around the places. I had my best years in high school and if I could, I would go back.

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Gay Rights

Rewind back to a couple of years ago. The Gay rights movement was in full effect. All across the United States, people were holding marches, protests, etc. and although they were all working hard to get things to change, they were not having much luck. Now fast forward to last summer, all the fighting, protest, marches, and rallies, finally started to pay off in a major way. A law was passed making it legal for same gender couples to get married in all 50 states. Prior to this, only 37 states allowed same gender marriage and 26 of those 37 only allowed it because the court forced them to. The fact that marriage was not legal did not mean that everybody was more accepting of same gender couples however. A lot of these couples still found themselves experiencing discrimination, hate crimes, and just overall negative reactions. So why do people have such negative reactions when it comes to same gender couples? I mean love is love right? Same gender relationships are not seen as normal and when people act a certain way or do things that seem to fall outside of this idea, then they automatically stick out and receive negative reactions as a result. In order to change the way that people and society see these couples, it's going to take an array of different strategies and programs. The obama administration making gay marriage legal was a start but it's going to take more than that. Having classes at colleges  regarding same gender relationships could help those around them understand them better and become more accepting. Changing laws that prevent these same gender couples from having the ability to do things that heterosexual couples are allowed to do can also change the way they are seen. It will eventually be seen as normal and therefore they may start to receive more positive reactions than they get right now. They also need help accepting themselves as well. A lot of same sex couples are afraid of how the people around them will react to them so they hide their relationship, and/or do not stick up for themselves and defend their relationship. If they cannot fully accept who they are then how do they expect other people to fully accept them. If there's going to be a change then it has to start within before it can start with everyone else.

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The World is Evil and I Cry Over the Death of Small Animals

It took me forever to decide what story I felt like telling for my first blog post.  I have a lot of stories to tell, but I can never seem to think of any when they are needed.  I have chosen to share a traumatizing event from my childhood with you.  This memory is forever burned into the back of my mind, and shall stay with me until the day I die.  Here it goes…

I was about seven or eight years old, and it was a warm summer afternoon.  The sky was clear with a few splotches of white here and there, and the sun was glowing in the East, and let’s say the temperature was around 80 degrees with a slight breeze.  

My nextdoor-neighbors were throwing a party next door.  For what?  I have no idea.  There was only a small strip of grass, maybe three feet wide, that separated my family’s driveway and the neighbor’s.  I was sitting in that strip of green when I noticed a caterpillar inching along my driveway.  I observed it’s every move, admiring it’s lime green fuzz and its splotches of red as it dragged along the pavement.  I placed my hand down next to the little guy and compared its size to the length of my pointer finger. 

Splat, and a fizz.  Orange soda fell from the sky- or really, the hands of two older boys towering above me.  I watched in horror as the caterpillar reacted in a terrifying and indescribable way.  Squirming and jerking it’s fragile body left and right.  My heart shattered into a million tiny pieces.  The boys proceeded to sever the creature with a hockey stick, and the pieces of my heart began to explode.  Tears began welling up in my eyes.  I jolted into my house, through the garage and up the stairs, while the boys menacing laughs echoed behind me.   

I reached my bedroom, out of breath, and slammed my tear-stained face into my pillow. 

So… why does this story matter?  In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t.  Nothing matters, we are all going to die and no one cares if you cry over a caterpillar being slaughtered or not.  But, I think this is a good story to introduce myself with because it still conveys some accurate things about me as a person:

I am very observant and perceptive; and, I am distracted or amused by little things very easily.  

I show a lot of empathy toward other living beings.  

Whether it is a bug, animal, or human, I will try to understand the way it is feeling in different situations.

I cry a lot. 

Animal Rights is now a big topic of interest for me, years later.

This is the story of the moment I realized humans are evil, and that’s all I have to say about that.

[loopyguyzer-blog]

This story matters because it tells the readers about yourself and your love for all animals. Some people honestly don’t care what happens to animals no matter their size but I am glad that you do because they are also important.

[sboogie524-blog]

Quite A Cruise

Every year my family, on my mother’s side, and I go on a vacation to a different country. This year we went on a cruise, Carnival Pride, that was a 7 day to the Bahamas. There was approximately 15 of us in total traveling.  I do not have one of those typical families where there is a mother, father and children. Long story short my best friend became my stepsister because we now share a little brother thanks to my father and her mother. Anyhow, my father, stepmother, stepsister and brother came along on this cruise and it was quite an experience.

[loopyguyzer-blog]

I have never been on a cruise but I want to go on one WITHOUT my family because families mostly would ruined your fun on any vacation.

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How I broke my collarbone

Yeah, you read that right! I have broken my collarbone! You know how people just have “little accidents” that causes them to get badly injured? Wellllll, mines is a different story. And by different, I mean completely ridiculous.

So, It was my sophomore year of high school and I was playing for my school’s basketball team, The Emerson Eagles. We were…eh…a pretty good team and won a couple a games here and there but that’s besides the point. It was the end of the season, probably the third to last game and we were against this…should I say…“hardass swol beefy” team. This team was very aggressive and to be honest, I was scared shitless. Seriously. If you compare myself to them…then I would be considered as a baby.

Back to the story, I was playing guard in this game and the score was really close. It was…about the third quarter of the game and we were all equally exhausted by now. I suddenly had the ball and was running to the other side of the court to make this amazing basket. That is until this girl from the other team trip me. I never hit the ground head first so hard in my life. I can barely remember what happened a little afterwards but I do know that I was COMPLETELY OUT.

….it turns out I had a “minor concussion” and that I was out of the team for the rest of the season.

Fast forward to July 4th later that year, I was better. The bump on the side of my head when down and the sun was shining. Me and my family decided to go to the park for the holiday, which was fine at the time. I haven’t been on a swing in a while so why not.

I never fucking jinxed something so bad in my life guys.

SO, Yeah. I got on the swing and did my thing. I was always a high swinger cause I love the feeling of wind flowing through my hair. I know. Sounds cliche but it’s the truth.

There was this big tree near the swing set and the kids were climbing and throwing crabapples everywhere. If you don’t know what a crabapple is, look it up. Anyways, these kids are bad. They didn’t care. And I remember this boy, he was at the top of the tree, thinking that he was Lion King or something like that. I remember staring at him because I thought he was going to fall. I remember him looking at me dead in the eye as he threw that crabapple…

Right where I had my injury at.

At the side of my head where I got that minor concussion.

At the highest point of swinging, I lost my balance and fell…

I tried to catch myself but…

Crack

There goes my right shoulder.

🙃

[nerdyrebelx]

I swear I have injured myself too many times, my family thinks I have the worst of luck. Most of my injuries were because I was doing something incredible stupid. Yours however, were just unfortunate accidents which suck. I am so happy I have never broken my collarbone, I have heard its incredibly painful. I broke my sprained my wrist jumping from my porch, I cracked my head open doing back flips on my bed from my sisters bed. Your story made me laugh, though I’m not sure if thats inappropriate lol. Did you have any other bizarre injuries growing up? 

[loopyguyzer-blog]

Injuries are the worst. I’ve injured myself more times than I can remember. Most of them are from playing basketball. I have sprained and twisted my right ankle a lot. I don’t know why but every time I hurt myself, it is always my right ankle or right hand. I think I have a weak ankle.

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The vacation I will never forget

Ever since I can remember around the first week in July, my family and I would get up at six o’clock and hit the road. The ride would feel like a week, but it only lasted about six hours. My siblings and I would fight the whole way there. But once we got there, and I could smell the salt water, I would get so excited just to be by the ocean. All the fighting would stop.

I hated when my mom had to check us in for the campsite. Waiting in the hot car would feel like an oven, the sun was beating down on us. Once we got checked in, we would drive around until we could find our site. The first thing I always did was go to seek out the sand and put my feet in it. It would always burn at first, but after a few seconds, I got used to it after a couple of seconds. Before I could go and see the ocean for the first time, I would have to set up, which was the worst part of camping. I remember my mom saying,   “The faster you get done, the faster you can go and swim.” Once the set up was done, I would bolt and get changed.

One memory I have is walking from the campsite past the showers, where there was always around line, the bathrooms as little kids running around to find crabs, to find the hill to take me to the beach. I would go up farther, and finally there, I would begin to see the blue water with that view. I would take a minute and just take it all in. I loved that feeling. My twin brother and I would always race to find the perfect spot to put down the towels, and then we would jump in the ocean for the first time. The water would shock me like ice, but I would get over it. Then we would swim. My brothers, sister and I are like fish. We would never wanted to get out of the water or even leave. But my mom would make us so we could go and eat dinner. It was after dinner when my family and I would sit around the fire and hang out.

The best part of going to the beach in Maryland was the last night. It was the night we would go to Ocean City to the boardwalk. We could see Ocean City from the campsite. I would always look forward to going there. We would play games and go on rides on the boardwalk. The first ride I went on was the slingshot. I was so scared, but I went on the ride with my sister so I felt safer. It was always a good time.

When we got back to the camp site after the long night, we would sit around the campsite. Then we would go around the circle and say what the best and worst part of our vacation was. One memory around the circle was my brother Mat (yes that’s how you spell it) saying that his best part of vacation was going crab hunting the night before. My all-time favorite memory was just being there, as a family, and getting closer in that week.

[loopyguyzer-blog]

Sounds like you had a great time at camp, I would love to do this with my family.

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Homecoming Weekend

This week had been crazy. All my professors decided to give me a lot of work and quizzes all due in the same week. It is not easy taking 6 classes but it gets overwhelming when they all assign work that is due in the same week. I had to stay up for two days in a row to make sure I finish them all so I can be free on the weekend. Homecoming weekend wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. I was hoping there would be more events but there wasn’t; my friends who came from Binghamton,NY weren’t happy because there wasn’t a lot to do but we managed to go out and hang out and have fun since I won’t see them again until we go on break. I ended staying in most of the weekend but we managed to throw a little party in my suite for the homecoming weekend because there was absolutely nothing to do. Since we had a lot of time and nothing to do, we decided to drive around and explore Buffalo because they haven’t seen Buffalo. We went to Niagara Falls which was very beautiful and I almost dropped my phone in the water; we went to Rochester to visit a couple friends from high school who attend Monroe Community College. At first I thought that trip was going to be a waste of money and time but I was wrong, we had a lot of fun there in the couple of hours we spent. We talked about all the good and bad times we had in high school but mostly the good. It brought back a lot of memories, it made me miss high school and all my friends even more. I remembered all the great times we had in gym classes playing basketball against my gym teacher because he was really good in basketball so it was always competitive and fun. All the laughs we shared as we roamed the halls when we did not have class, we bothered the staff and they called us the musketeers because we were always together everywhere we went.  We came back to Buffalo and went to the Niagara outlet mall, did some shopping and before I knew it, it was Sunday and my friends were leaving. I studied, played soccer, went out and did a little cleaning on Sunday after my friends left.

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Multimodal

I don’t really understand what multi modal is but I know it is about composition through images, music. A lot of people can look at regular pictures or symbols and think really deep and find out it means way more than just what we see. After reading, I understand that there are different types of multi modal text, “Speech and Gestures” is a form of multi modal text and also “Words, Images and Speech is another form of multi modal text. Disabled people can use gestures as a form of speech. I personally am not the type of person to think deep about paintings and art like other people. I am not a big fan of art and classic music where you have to think and understand the meaning but some people love that. Composing has helped in several ways by acting as a way to creates messages from the ancient life.

My project is going to be about paintings and statues around the school and significant buildings around the campus. The main building that I will be forcing my project on is the E.H Butler Library. I chose this building because it is one of the most important buildings on campus. There is a lot that goes on in there. There is the bengal card office, the study quad, the quiet quad, the information commons, the writing help center etc. These are all places that are very helpful to students because in the library is almost everything a student needs and they are mostly free except printing. The writing center helps students by revising their papers and essays to make sure everything is good before they turn them in.The school has paintings and sculptures all around the campus. I look at them everyday as I walk to class and I find them to be very nice and interesting.These paintings and statues have significant meanings to them. I want the people looking at it to be able to think deep and be able to tell what is it and what it means before I tell them.As writer, there are a lot of times are supposed to know but one of the most important things about being a writer is being able to think analytically and incorporating in class skills with everyday skills.

I think this project is more than being able to view images from different angles, it is about a mental picture, different perspectives  a bigger image thats more to what the eyes can see.

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High School Story

All my life, I’ve been a good person and an even better student. In the beginning of high school, which was 9th grade, I was getting good grades, getting awarded student of the month almost every month and I was truly happy with my performance and most importantly, my parents were proud of me. I started making more friends and with more friends comes more distraction but I was able to control that and still manage to get my good grades. That all went down hill in 11th grade when I started cutting class to play basketball in the gym. Thinking about it now, it was really stupid because I had 2 gym classes but I just wanted to go and play more instead of going to class. I met a girl named Davena who saw what I was doing and warned me several times to stop cutting class. The class I was cutting was a history class which I need to pass the history state test in order to graduate high school. Sometimes I listened to her and went to class but that wasn’t enough. It wasn’t til later that I realized that all my friends I cut class with had passed all their state tests and I had to get my life together and focus on passing. I went to class from then but I guess it wasn’t enough because I failed the test by 1 point. I was told I couldn’t graduate because I didn’t have that 1 point; that was the worst day of my life, knowing that all my friends I started high school with are graduating and I wasn’t. I went home very disappointed because my brother was coming home all the way from upstate New York for my graduation and now I am not graduating. How do I tell my parents that they took off work for nothing because I am not graduating? I went straight to my room and started crying. I went back to school and talked to my principal and she told me that she knows I am a good student, I never got in trouble and I had already been accepted to college so she is going to help me out by sending an appeal because I only failed by 1 point. I had to get my test appealed in order to graduated that day. That taught me a lesson and I made a promise that I will focus and make sure I do what is needed before I do anything else.