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Metacognition Four

The quarter is coming to a close and I am relieved. I know I got off the on the wrong foot with schooling among some other things. All I have to do it adjust to everything around me and I should be alright, I’m not used to being alone. This is a whole new environment that I am in, and in all honesty, it’s a bit frightening. I’m away from all of my friends and some of who I consider to be my family. It’s been a huge distraction, quite frankly. And, that’s mainly on me because I can’t seem to focus my attention to what's important, and that’s school. I guess it was a lesson to learn, it’s better to learn this sooner rather than later. I know that next quarter I will have to do better for myself, so that I may move forward. I need to keep myself happy so that I can complete any task that is put ahead of me, and I already know that it won’t be easy but it has to get done one way or another. Success isn’t going to be handed to me, I actually have to work for it.

 I have lacked the motivation to what it was that needed to be done, but I have to push myself across the finish line.I need to know what it is the I can and cannot handle because I know I took on too much this quarter and it’s coming back to bite me in the rear. I could have done so much better if I only new how to pace myself and actually take the time to plan out my days, and sometime even weeks; however, I cannot turn back the clocks of time, so I have to take this with me moving forward and do better than I what I did this far quarter. 

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Metacognition Three

Linguistics is not my jam. There are some days where I can completely understand what it is that I am studying, but there are other days where I cannot comprehend that it is the professor is saying during the lecture. I’ll try to watch crash courses and other lectures online if those happen to be available, but the topics are just to specific sometimes. I understand the terms and all of the vocal anatomy, with the exception fo the vowels. But, can’t seem to grasp some of the key concepts. I have been alternating between typing out m lecture noted and handwriting them out, and I found that there’s no difference in how I retain the information. I know that I have a photographic memory and all, but that only takes me so far, but I am all an auditory learner so I can remember what it is the my professor is saying as long as I pay close enough attention.

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Metacognition Two

I have come to realize that annotating the text that I am reading does not help me understand what it is that I am reading. it only distracts me from the soul reason, or purpose, of me reading initially. I read to understand, not to make it look like I read. I find it rather difficult to understand what I am reading while highlighting and underlining, not to mention it slows me down to a point where I can no longer understand what it is that I am reading. I find it to be a distraction entirely, in all honesty. I do underline on occasion, but that is as far I will go. I only underline when it comes time to find supporting deals for the main ideas I take away from the text. Other than that, my reading will be blank. 

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Metacognition One

This is honestly my first time putting my reading process into words, I am normally not forced to think about how my eyes look at words and comprehend what’s in front of them. I normally just allow myself to keep my eyes open, both literally and figuratively. In a literal sense, it is hard to to keep my eyes open for so long. I have terrible eye-sight and refuse to wear the glasses that I have. I took them for granted and now they are no where to be found. I have to make an appointment with Lens Crafters now that I think about it. But, here’s my biggest thing. Frankenstein is a complex character. Made of many layers, just like any other human here on this earth. He may not have had the normal experience of childhood development, but his mentality processes are as if he has experienced all their is in the world to experience. In order to complete this reading, I had to do the audiobook because I refused to strain my eyes more than I already have.

The most part, I have my mind that looks at the world through a kelidoscope because even the most simplistic things have a deeper story behind it. Frankenstein is a simplistic. He breathes and he walks. But, he wanted to find love. 

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Behold?

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Mentalitá in Frantumi

⠀Oculars stinging, her skull pounding from the countless hours of weeping— why? A central problem has yet to surface; however, the need to release such emotion was mandatory. Her small frame wrapped in itself, frail arms hugging her knees to her chest. Her measurable tresses falling at either side of her face as she buries her countenance into her boney kneecaps. "I'm doing everything wrong," no one else was in the room, "everything." Again, she broke her silence, though no one there to consume, to comprehend, her pain. Left to her own devices, tears began to stain her olive-toned skin once more. An all too familiar sentiment—lonesome. Her yearning for another soul to connect to is being countered by her failed attempts to restrain from her desire to dismantle that very anima. Faint whispers began to reverberate against her skull, slowly giving into the cackles and banters of her inner self. Surely, she'd trained herself to fight off such activity; however, she needed some form of company, whether it be moral or not.

‘Oh, won't you do it?'

⠀

"D-do what," the tears slowed its steady flow, "I-I can't."

‘Listen, won't you? You need someone, you're lonely. Come, we'll be with you.'

"Join who? I-I'm not understanding," she scanned the unlit room— immediately the small woman panicked, "What's going on!"

‘Us, silly. Now calm down, there's no need for screaming. We're literally right here— in your head.' April then heard an audible giggle, again, her head swiveling left and right, searching for the already established sound.

No response.

Her body slowly began to rise from the wooden floor, her hands firmly planted at her sides as her weight was now on her boney, yet, somehow toned arms. Her back was up against the wall as she committed such an action, supporting her weight as she was weak from her fit just a few moments ago. Her vision was still blurred so her hands left her sides as she came to a full, upright, stance. Hastily wiping the back of her hands across her shielded chocolate-colored orbs, she was now aware of her surroundings

Without thought, her feet began to move toward her vanity, which was perfectly positioned on the opposite corner of her room. Her head slightly tilted as the woman's frail digits curled into a ball and breathing became slow and heavy, ‘Do it.'⠀

And, without warning, her small fists came into contact with the glass. Shards flying around her and she stood defenselessly. Tears forming mock rivers on her cheeks.

"Okay."

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Pure Evil

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I love making patterns on scantrons

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Galaxy Tee // Galaxy SkirtPlanet

Tee // Floral Skirt

Yogurt Tee // Cat Denim Skirt

Planet Hoodie // Footprint Hoodie

Hand Hoodie // Letter Hoodie

There must be one is your cup of tea !!

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Hey can I make the beast with two backs with u

You’ll have to ask my boyfriend about that

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idk, it’s just something I’d think I’d share

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Old but gold

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Clapback

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I miss Pangea too

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“There is nothing quite like the feeling of falling for somebody who you know will catch you.”

— E. Grin

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Good boy Peter

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Maschera

"Mask yourself in a world so

intrusive, deny yourself of agony,

and protect yourself from

woeful sentiment."

'Oh, my sweet; take my hand. Dance with me! Make a foolery of yourself as you slide amongst the glass. Show yourself approved; make me proud. Your tears shall fall, yet— they dry! So, no fear the gut-wrenching anguish that will appear. For, I will be there— for my amusement only. Slash wounds trail across your heart, oscillate the laceration— lace the gash that resides upon the olive skin we so adore.'

Recollection of a beautiful soul, remembrance of a smile that was once seen as ravishing. This prompted the hysterical gale of whales; the sniffling children sat in a corner— blood seeping from their ears. The emotion began to metastasis, plaguing the serene auras of those that surrounded them. Sweet misery now clouding over the assembly— together they bantered amongst themselves. Speaking of the tragedies they endured, the hardships they nearly drowned in; a woeful gathering to say the least. The heartbeats were steady. The misery continued— lifeless to the others; taking place was a dismantling house. Rubbish and ichor stained their porcelain skin— who is the leader?

Fragile individuals stood together and fought against an enemy they knew had to be slain; however, to step away from the congregation to start a new flock was of a problem. Betrayal ceased to be the misfortune, seemingly silent shots could be heard around the world, a silent plea for help muted to the human ear. Suggesting the slightest bit of insult at a wounded soul shatters so much more than a harmony, it mutilates trust. She once believed that the common enemy portrayed the fellow feeling amongst the breed. Sheer lunacy and a sweetheart blinded her and the satisfaction of self-loath began to arise— a bittersweet tragedy.

Vivify the gloom that hung amongst the kind, pleased with the undaunted melancholia that subsides with the believers. Sorrowfully gleaming as they find a true kindred spirit. New'd the skin that had been beaten so fervently, kissed by the fists that gracefully pummeled her innocent soul. Lastingly, the vision of her self-assurance whisked away in the wind; then she knew— peril was ahead.