My schedule is completely full. On Friday morning I plan on dropping off my sister and two cousins off at school then going running as usual. Go back home and head out to AUM with my student group for my Poli-Sci class. The at 11:46 be in the library tower for Yoga ,I love Yoga. Then I will proceed to the salon to get my hair done. I have no clue to how I'm going to get my hair done yet. Then I will be headed to pick my cousin and sister from school and then my go to my practice. Then the gym and theatre assignment will intertwine.
Saturday is Praise Dance practice at 10 then study, study, study. Sunday is my partially off day. The only thing I have to do is go to church and then study some more. School is my life and I have to succeed..
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Happy To Be Here
I am very happy to be a Senator. I heard many wonderful things before applying to AUM. I knew when I went to orientation and was exposed to the atmosphere that this was the place to be. This was my college of choice. I really enjoy how organized and clean AUM is ,I like the quality education they provide, and I like the small class sizes. AUM is my college ,and I love it. I'm a Freshman Senator.. Yay!!
Yes or No.. Why or Why Not
It was heart drenching to the way the college student from Rutgers University died. He had dreams just as the rest of college students. Was killing his self a bit extreme or was it his last result of being bullied throughout his life.
A lot of stereotypical people would point the homosexual finger toward his decision of ending his life. In reality, I think him being the topic of conversation throughout the campus for that uncensored video of him having sexual intercourse with a person of the same sex broke his heart more. The fact that the video was posted by someone as close as your own roommate is terrifying in itself. Are people as humble as they seem?
The roommate didn't realize the trauma he and his accompanist placed on this young soul. He could of been self conscience about his sexuality, he could of grew up in a house where homosexuality was not excepted, or he could of been under pressure to be someone other than himself. The roommates are considered predators in my book. Video taking a roommate having sex is horrific and posting it on Facebook. Facebook was a tad bit on the extreme.
The charges that should be against the roommate and his accompanist should only be an invasion of privacy, that about it. The charge if suicide is exactly what is suicide the student inflicted in on himself.
I hope the family and government deal with this situation correctly.
A lot of stereotypical people would point the homosexual finger toward his decision of ending his life. In reality, I think him being the topic of conversation throughout the campus for that uncensored video of him having sexual intercourse with a person of the same sex broke his heart more. The fact that the video was posted by someone as close as your own roommate is terrifying in itself. Are people as humble as they seem?
The roommate didn't realize the trauma he and his accompanist placed on this young soul. He could of been self conscience about his sexuality, he could of grew up in a house where homosexuality was not excepted, or he could of been under pressure to be someone other than himself. The roommates are considered predators in my book. Video taking a roommate having sex is horrific and posting it on Facebook. Facebook was a tad bit on the extreme.
The charges that should be against the roommate and his accompanist should only be an invasion of privacy, that about it. The charge if suicide is exactly what is suicide the student inflicted in on himself.
I hope the family and government deal with this situation correctly.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Not Really the Best
I really don't feel to well today. My stomach hurts and I am sleepy. It feeling like near 60 degrees in this class is not making me feel any better. I had a wonderful morning thus far I just dont understand whats wrong with me now. As I yawn and my eyes become watery I began to get lazy. I slept trendicously goods and want to return. If i I put my head down then it will be all over. The game has ended and I will be knocked out for hours. I have to push on, I have a break for an hour and 35 minutes , and then the last class of the day.
Blind Side
The movie Blind Side released in late November of 2009 is the most inspirational, heart throbbing, tear eyed movie I have ever seen. The Blind Side set aside the all the boundaries and the mixed emotions of the main characters. The movies displaces the human good in people. It shows everyone have the mind in their hearts to help others.
In the movie the main character is raised in an impoverished neighborhood with no support system and lack of education. He lived with a friend who pulled some stings to get him into a very nice private school. He was so impoverished he use to eat the trash that was left on the bleachers after the sports games. He was discovered by a wife of 2. The daughter was a cheerleader and the son was young about 10-12. The son labeled him as his brother. He started playing football and proceeded to get scouted for college.
The over all movie is magnificent inspiration for the well off to help support, not saying fully take a random child in, but to help design community service projects to help. Kids in poverty did decide to be there, they were placed there, and they need just as much help and attention just as other children.
Just recently a Teacher Forum entitled Education Nation discussed the subject of impoverished kids needing an education just as bad as the well off kids. If they don't the statistic will increase and America would be failing the children of today. We need to educate as many kids as we could and including the impoverished. They want to be something in life just as the other kids.
In the movie the main character is raised in an impoverished neighborhood with no support system and lack of education. He lived with a friend who pulled some stings to get him into a very nice private school. He was so impoverished he use to eat the trash that was left on the bleachers after the sports games. He was discovered by a wife of 2. The daughter was a cheerleader and the son was young about 10-12. The son labeled him as his brother. He started playing football and proceeded to get scouted for college.
The over all movie is magnificent inspiration for the well off to help support, not saying fully take a random child in, but to help design community service projects to help. Kids in poverty did decide to be there, they were placed there, and they need just as much help and attention just as other children.
Just recently a Teacher Forum entitled Education Nation discussed the subject of impoverished kids needing an education just as bad as the well off kids. If they don't the statistic will increase and America would be failing the children of today. We need to educate as many kids as we could and including the impoverished. They want to be something in life just as the other kids.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Home Schooling Yay or Nay?
Personally I wasn't home schooled because my parents worked everyday all day so no one would of had time to pay attention to me. My parents are over all traditional. They just some what went alone with their childhood standards. The only stretch they had to deal with was the private school spectrum.
They were raised in a big community where everyone knew everybody. They weren't overly poor or overly wealthy ,but their parents worked hard for them to have anything they asked for. They graduated from the same public high school.
My mom use to tell my stories of the Saint Jude Kids and how they all look fantasy compared to them and how they were looked upon as better than them. She told me in the midst of that conversation that she wanted to go to Saint Jude so bad. She made it her goal to send her kids to a private school. So the idea of private school was a bit fuzzy for my parents, so I know home schooling would definitely be out of the question.
My personal intake on home school is something I can throw into the category of free will. Its what the parents feel are best for the child. Me personality, thinking back on the experiences that Ive encountered throughout my school years I would be so behind in common life. I wouldn't know what type of music is out in the world, I would be like uptight in a closet or something. The word Home to me is where I chill and have my me time, not where I learn. I feel like I would be lonely and start talking to myself. I wouldn't have any friends to go out with or text. Home School is a straddler for me. I wouldn't do it myself. If you are comfortable do as you please.
They were raised in a big community where everyone knew everybody. They weren't overly poor or overly wealthy ,but their parents worked hard for them to have anything they asked for. They graduated from the same public high school.
My mom use to tell my stories of the Saint Jude Kids and how they all look fantasy compared to them and how they were looked upon as better than them. She told me in the midst of that conversation that she wanted to go to Saint Jude so bad. She made it her goal to send her kids to a private school. So the idea of private school was a bit fuzzy for my parents, so I know home schooling would definitely be out of the question.
My personal intake on home school is something I can throw into the category of free will. Its what the parents feel are best for the child. Me personality, thinking back on the experiences that Ive encountered throughout my school years I would be so behind in common life. I wouldn't know what type of music is out in the world, I would be like uptight in a closet or something. The word Home to me is where I chill and have my me time, not where I learn. I feel like I would be lonely and start talking to myself. I wouldn't have any friends to go out with or text. Home School is a straddler for me. I wouldn't do it myself. If you are comfortable do as you please.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Foreal?
I couldn't believe what I saw on his Facebook page Sunday night. I was highly teed off because I thought we were going to have a relapse of our relationship. I guess I was wrong ,but you know what life goes on. If everything is against your relationship you weren't meant to be together anyway. I changed my self to accommodate him ,but I'm done. My head is on right and I know what to look for in a relationship now.
I am about to enjoy my single life and focus on my school work. I think I have the tendency to over think everything and I have to learn to let somethings go.
I am about to enjoy my single life and focus on my school work. I think I have the tendency to over think everything and I have to learn to let somethings go.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Series
In high school I was really active, balancing the National Honor Society, Student Government Associations, and being a Class Queen was really exhausting.
Ms. Brinson's English class was the most abnormal, humorously inspiring, back binding class I had taken in high school.
Study habits, attitude, work ethics are essentials to success in college.
Ms. Brinson's English class was the most abnormal, humorously inspiring, back binding class I had taken in high school.
Study habits, attitude, work ethics are essentials to success in college.
I Have to Wonder Sometimes Revised
I wonder if it is abnormal for someone to be quiet? I wonder do people think its really something wrong with people who are overall quiet. I know, from personal experience, that I think when I'm quiet. I am constantly in my own world. I cant help it. Its a lot that is constantly on my mind and I have to think. I just end up thinking while other people are around. Do I look zoned out when I think or something because people always ask "Asia, whats wrong with you?" My Blogger Fam how do I avoid zoning out? Is it wrong to be in my own little world? Help Me!!
I have to be quiet to get myself together. Being loud is just not me. They only change I do see myself having is putting my thoughts on hold while other people are talking to my. I kind of find it hard when the person who is talking is talking nonsense. Quiet could be both anti-social and a tad bit amusing. If you ever see me smiling and walking alone just know what ever I am laughing at is initially an insider.
The change I would make to this blog is to give my humor examples of the way I kind of tune people out. I don't mean to do it ,but hey it happens. I don't know if its really a problem, but hey everyone does it every once in a while.
I have to be quiet to get myself together. Being loud is just not me. They only change I do see myself having is putting my thoughts on hold while other people are talking to my. I kind of find it hard when the person who is talking is talking nonsense. Quiet could be both anti-social and a tad bit amusing. If you ever see me smiling and walking alone just know what ever I am laughing at is initially an insider.
The change I would make to this blog is to give my humor examples of the way I kind of tune people out. I don't mean to do it ,but hey it happens. I don't know if its really a problem, but hey everyone does it every once in a while.
Administration Take Over..
Saint Jude Educational Institute, a private school amongst the top Catholics Schools in America. I remember the days of getting out of bed and ironing the uniform. I remember the cute sweaters and white button down tops. I remember the conservative and organized features of the school. I love SJEI with all my heart ,but the only thing I would change would be the overall perception of the Student Handbook regarding dress out days.
The administration placed stipulations on what we could or couldn't wear for dress out days. I had a huge problem with what our diocese passed last year. Last year there was this unwritten rule that said the school must be identified on each student on each dress out day. I didn't really understand the extent if that rule. That rule I think was implemented by the administration not the diocese, so I would just all together delete that unwritten rule with no ties. There is a part of the dress code I would keep.
The extremely tight pants, small cut off shirts, guys with just under shirts, sagging pants, and extremely high heels. These features would degrade the schools reputation. I would continue to hold the school to it rightful standards, being a Catholic school.
The out of uniform dress code is the only thing that really bothered me. A dress out day with half the uniform on is not a dress out day. I'm sure the students would be very appreciative of the new and improved dress out rule because they are allowed a small bit of freedom to dress as they please and be released from the imprisonment of the uniforms.
The administration placed stipulations on what we could or couldn't wear for dress out days. I had a huge problem with what our diocese passed last year. Last year there was this unwritten rule that said the school must be identified on each student on each dress out day. I didn't really understand the extent if that rule. That rule I think was implemented by the administration not the diocese, so I would just all together delete that unwritten rule with no ties. There is a part of the dress code I would keep.
The extremely tight pants, small cut off shirts, guys with just under shirts, sagging pants, and extremely high heels. These features would degrade the schools reputation. I would continue to hold the school to it rightful standards, being a Catholic school.
The out of uniform dress code is the only thing that really bothered me. A dress out day with half the uniform on is not a dress out day. I'm sure the students would be very appreciative of the new and improved dress out rule because they are allowed a small bit of freedom to dress as they please and be released from the imprisonment of the uniforms.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Lights Out..
About 3 o'clock this morning something hideous happened, the electricity in my entire neighborhood went out. I heard when my television and my air conditioner go off, but I rolled over to finish sleeping thinking maybe Alabama Power would fix it before morning. Got up at 5, power still off. I used my almost completely dead cell phone as my source of light. My dad had a brilliant idea to light candles. I put one in the living room, my room, kitchen, bathroom, and in my sister's room. We didn't find our clothes or iron last night so we felt like crap. We all literally got dressed in the dark.
P.S. I pulled all of my clothes down to find a t-shirt with the least amount of wrinkles.
P.S. I pulled all of my clothes down to find a t-shirt with the least amount of wrinkles.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Balance
In my English class my feet are very cold; I leave the windows of my car a smudge down so it wont get to hot.
The red fingernail polish accentuated the womans toes; the pink was compelling on her fingers.
The red fingernail polish accentuated the womans toes; the pink was compelling on her fingers.
Are You Serious
Are you seriously going to let our friendship crumble? Are you seriously going to pretend that we weren't togethe?. Are you seriously trying to demolish my dreams and self-esteem? I'm not going to let you steal my joy. I wonder do you do all the people you meet that tries to get to get to know you like that. I wanted you to be my best friend, my companion, my hero, and my prince charming, but what do you do. You turn into the frog, you fall into the hands of evil, you become my enemy, you become hated. The relationship wasn't on good terms anyway, but I thought we was going to make it work, but it OK. I'm cool now.
What Should I Do
What should I do when you loose half of your closest friends to pure ignorance. They didn't text or talk to me ,and I didn't text or talk to them. I have only seen them three times since graduation. The last time I saw them was this past Friday at my old high schools game. They all spoke of course and I spoke back and continued what ever I was doing. I couldn't hold a conversation with them. It definitely would of been fake if I even would of considered a topic of discussion.
It hurt me to my soul the way they literally abandoned the rest of us. I have just let go all of my ties from them. I deleted all of their phone numbers and removed them from my sibling list on Facebook. I was quiet teed to what actions they took to allow it to have come to this. My standard is very high and they train of thought that they have have faded into the dark. I guess I am growing up and realizing the change in every ones behavior.
It hurt me to my soul the way they literally abandoned the rest of us. I have just let go all of my ties from them. I deleted all of their phone numbers and removed them from my sibling list on Facebook. I was quiet teed to what actions they took to allow it to have come to this. My standard is very high and they train of thought that they have have faded into the dark. I guess I am growing up and realizing the change in every ones behavior.
Sweaters and Boots
Fall is approaching and you know what that means, sweaters and boots all day. I'm not talking about the stuffy flat boots made out of the boring material I'm talking about the soft comfy ones, like Uggs. Boots are always an essential to every ones Fall wardrobe. Sneakers cant keep you ankles and feet warm at the same time. Boots are so easy to slide on and they will stay put all day, if you know how to wear them. Boots will be on sale during the beginning of summer, so catch them while you can. Another essential for Fall is definitely sweaters.
Sweaters are warm and cozy. A standard t-shirt with a jacket will not warm you up. A solid sweater is the best thing to buy. One, it makes matching very easy. A gray fitted sweater would go great with jeans, for school of course, and a pair of black slacks, for church. Sweater are always the rage of Fall. The Santa Claus sweater are only good for two days, Christmas Eve and Christmas. Leave Santa alone when you are going out for coffee with you friends on like December 12th. Sweaters with tasteful glitter is always acceptable and the big bulky sweater looks is always comfortable.
Fall's two essentials are always hands down Sweaters and Boots. They are both warm and comfortable. The other accessories to Fall are left up to the professionals. Sweaters and Boots are cheap and convenient. So go out and find a beautiful sweater and a wonderful favorite pair of boots and enjoy your Fall.
Sweaters are warm and cozy. A standard t-shirt with a jacket will not warm you up. A solid sweater is the best thing to buy. One, it makes matching very easy. A gray fitted sweater would go great with jeans, for school of course, and a pair of black slacks, for church. Sweater are always the rage of Fall. The Santa Claus sweater are only good for two days, Christmas Eve and Christmas. Leave Santa alone when you are going out for coffee with you friends on like December 12th. Sweaters with tasteful glitter is always acceptable and the big bulky sweater looks is always comfortable.
Fall's two essentials are always hands down Sweaters and Boots. They are both warm and comfortable. The other accessories to Fall are left up to the professionals. Sweaters and Boots are cheap and convenient. So go out and find a beautiful sweater and a wonderful favorite pair of boots and enjoy your Fall.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
My Emotional Truth
Music has been around for ages. From Classical to Jazz, Jazz to Soul, Soul to Gospel. All has impacted the life of others. I, myself is stickler for Gospel and Soul. That's where I receive my motivation and relaxation. I have one all time favorite song. It kind of old bur I love it very much. Something about the Name Jesus by Franklin and his crew really gets my spirit roiled up. I listen to words with content.
The beginning of the song has the lead singer's emotional testimony is in the with the chorus as they began the song. The Chorus says: oh, how I love the name Jesus, which to me hits right home. I was raised in a highly Christian Family that puts God first in everything. Going to church every Sunday, being a choir member and a praise dancer. I could really relate to this stanza. I could tell God how much I love him even if I had ten thousand tongues because he has done a lot for my family and friends. Then the chorus repeats and says: This is the sweetest name I know. My spirit is up the eyes are watering, and the soul is at peace.
The verses are like clouds in a sky. They move straight to the heart of understanding. A piece of the beginning testimony says: its just like fire shut up in my bones. When its like fire you feel like nothing could take your joy like nothing would intrude, like the world is not troubled, your personal problems are relieved and everything is going your way.
This song is real. This song makes me rekindle my love for Jesus when I notice myself fading from his site. I know he is always here for us ,but we have to be with him as he is with us.
The beginning of the song has the lead singer's emotional testimony is in the with the chorus as they began the song. The Chorus says: oh, how I love the name Jesus, which to me hits right home. I was raised in a highly Christian Family that puts God first in everything. Going to church every Sunday, being a choir member and a praise dancer. I could really relate to this stanza. I could tell God how much I love him even if I had ten thousand tongues because he has done a lot for my family and friends. Then the chorus repeats and says: This is the sweetest name I know. My spirit is up the eyes are watering, and the soul is at peace.
The verses are like clouds in a sky. They move straight to the heart of understanding. A piece of the beginning testimony says: its just like fire shut up in my bones. When its like fire you feel like nothing could take your joy like nothing would intrude, like the world is not troubled, your personal problems are relieved and everything is going your way.
This song is real. This song makes me rekindle my love for Jesus when I notice myself fading from his site. I know he is always here for us ,but we have to be with him as he is with us.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Changes for the Best
I feel my self growing up. I dislike the idea of ignorance, I ignore the acts of stupidity, and expect more out of life. I have just recently let loose a few people in my life because of their choices of change. I want to be successful and the best at everything I do. I don't want trash holding me back. I needed friends with the same ambitions as me. I don't need friends that are party animals and hold names that attract guys in the wrong way. I hold myself to a standard, the way my grandmother thought me. I am being the real me. I only have two real friends and they went out of the city to school. I am the only one in my city ,but I am still doing me. Change is good for the soul. When you change and you notice the ridiculousness that was in front of you the whole time you would know what the business is. As far as people if they don't accept your change, if they don't stand behind you, if they don't be real to you, leave them be. God is the only Judge.
Homework
On Thursday, My Poli-Sci teacher fussed at us basically because we no one ever read. I decided to read this weekend not knowing my lame parents were planning a family weekend. I feel so bad. Its like I'm neglecting my school work. So I plan on staying up until like 5 reading everything for all of my classes because I have a goal to be on the Dean's List every semester until graduation. Schooling is my passion. I'm not good in sports and I don't have any real talents playing the clarinet. I am striving for success and I think my hardest class right now is Poli-Sci and English. Poli-Sci because we have like a hundred pages to read like every week and English because my writing is comma and word usage needs improvement gravely. So my Blogger Fam please pray for me. I'm making a change for the best education is my number one priority.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
My Top 3 Discourse Communities
The idea of discourse communities is actually rejuvenating. I haven't thought about how diverse my personality is ,and how it correlates with the person or group to whom I am holding a conversation with. Surroundings are a very huge part of the idea of discourse communities. Every Sunday my mom wakes the house to for church. While at church I could hold a very influential conversation with the pastor, first lady, or even the first mother. If I had to choose within the long list of discourse communities I am a part of ,then it would definitely be: family talk, girl talk, and flirt. I can talk a lot ,and listen better.
Family talk is a very solid language to which I hold at the top of the hierarchy. My family is all I have. I could talk to my mom about everything and give advise to my younger siblings and cousins. Just recently I was getting on to my younger sister about her study habits, she is a senior in high school this year, how she should buckle down and start being serious about work if she wants to be exempt from her finals. She understood the language of both support and sibling. My family is my sunshine in the morning. They are my true love for eternity. I have to sit and talk with them. We could discuss everything from immediate family issues to sibling rivalry. I have an aunt that is the family comedian. She could make anyone laugh until their stomach hurts. Family talk is very amusing to me.
Girl talk in my opinion is the best therapy ever. Its some things you just can't talk to your family or siblings about. I have two best friends ever. One attends the University of Alabama and is majoring in Pre-Law just as I am majoring in Political Science ,and the other is an AuburmTiger majoring in Biology. Our senior year in high school together was full of its ups and downs. We were amongst a large group of friends, it was about six of us. We were like a power house that stood even when the enemy tried to knock us down. Where you saw one you saw the other five. One day in the mall I remember a wise woman warning all six of us about the after "graduation syndrome". The idea that friends would become foe within that hour in a half ceremony, seemed unrealistic at the time. We caught it first hand like Swine Flu. I couldn't imagine it being as contagious as it was throughout the entire senior class. They are all that I have now oppose to the other three. This has made us a lot closer. My phone bill ,as my mother complains ,is record for our friendship. We could talk about the past without getting frustrated now, we could pray, we laugh, talk about boys, family, college, and even sex. We are real with each other. They are like my two sister from another mother.
Flirt talk is the most sarcastic talk of it all. I use ,being overly sarcastic, to flirt and to get him laughing. I love to make people laugh because that same laughter would stay with them. Every moment he thinks of my remark he would remember me. I've made multiple lasting impressions from my sarcasm. Being attractive, to me, is not enough it has to be some type of humor involved in the transition. I like having fun and lmao, and lol. I enjoy those. Flirt talk could turn in to serious talk ,but when it gets to serious I try to mosey that sarcasm back. Being a fun, loving, humble female is what real guys would want. I can't speak for the others who are attracted to the plastic and the outlandishly loud. I know who I am and what I have to offer.
In conclusion the people to whom I am having a conversation with determines my language. Family talk, Girl talk, and Flirt talk are my hobbies and I enjoy every minute of it. The best advice ,if need, that I would give to anyone who really had trouble with this prompt is to look within yourself. Sort out your hobbies, your favorite people, your favorite place, and come to your senses. Enjoy life, its what you make it.
Family talk is a very solid language to which I hold at the top of the hierarchy. My family is all I have. I could talk to my mom about everything and give advise to my younger siblings and cousins. Just recently I was getting on to my younger sister about her study habits, she is a senior in high school this year, how she should buckle down and start being serious about work if she wants to be exempt from her finals. She understood the language of both support and sibling. My family is my sunshine in the morning. They are my true love for eternity. I have to sit and talk with them. We could discuss everything from immediate family issues to sibling rivalry. I have an aunt that is the family comedian. She could make anyone laugh until their stomach hurts. Family talk is very amusing to me.
Girl talk in my opinion is the best therapy ever. Its some things you just can't talk to your family or siblings about. I have two best friends ever. One attends the University of Alabama and is majoring in Pre-Law just as I am majoring in Political Science ,and the other is an AuburmTiger majoring in Biology. Our senior year in high school together was full of its ups and downs. We were amongst a large group of friends, it was about six of us. We were like a power house that stood even when the enemy tried to knock us down. Where you saw one you saw the other five. One day in the mall I remember a wise woman warning all six of us about the after "graduation syndrome". The idea that friends would become foe within that hour in a half ceremony, seemed unrealistic at the time. We caught it first hand like Swine Flu. I couldn't imagine it being as contagious as it was throughout the entire senior class. They are all that I have now oppose to the other three. This has made us a lot closer. My phone bill ,as my mother complains ,is record for our friendship. We could talk about the past without getting frustrated now, we could pray, we laugh, talk about boys, family, college, and even sex. We are real with each other. They are like my two sister from another mother.
Flirt talk is the most sarcastic talk of it all. I use ,being overly sarcastic, to flirt and to get him laughing. I love to make people laugh because that same laughter would stay with them. Every moment he thinks of my remark he would remember me. I've made multiple lasting impressions from my sarcasm. Being attractive, to me, is not enough it has to be some type of humor involved in the transition. I like having fun and lmao, and lol. I enjoy those. Flirt talk could turn in to serious talk ,but when it gets to serious I try to mosey that sarcasm back. Being a fun, loving, humble female is what real guys would want. I can't speak for the others who are attracted to the plastic and the outlandishly loud. I know who I am and what I have to offer.
In conclusion the people to whom I am having a conversation with determines my language. Family talk, Girl talk, and Flirt talk are my hobbies and I enjoy every minute of it. The best advice ,if need, that I would give to anyone who really had trouble with this prompt is to look within yourself. Sort out your hobbies, your favorite people, your favorite place, and come to your senses. Enjoy life, its what you make it.
Finding Faith in a Random Place
My senior year of high school was the best year of my life. I absolutely loved all of my teachers and classmates. I had one specific class that actually changed my life. It was the basic Yearbook class. In that class I came in contact with multiple challenges. I learned to the concept of planning and having a back-up plan. While completing a page in the Yearbook I stumbled upon something that was remarkable, my faith.
I had multiple pages in the yearbook, including the Theology page. I had numerous visions for this page. I thought this page was going to be hands down easy, but as I began it seemed like everything I wanted for this page plummeted. My first idea of having a few words from the priest was a total disaster. I was literally scorned by the nuns and deacons, and labeled as a “Priest Stalker”. I was going beyond for that page. My ideas preceding the priest were worse than the looks I received in the church.
One day in Physiology I thought of the best concept for that page. I wanted to use scriptures as my number one solution. As I looked up scriptures, I began to feel a burning that I've never encountered in my entire life of going to church. It felt as if everything was right for change. I slowly ignored the original assignment and began reading the bible.
I attended church every Sunday and listened to the word very sagaciously, but couldn't receive that feeling. I felt at peace when reading and understanding the bible for. Being in Yearbook and working on that page really made me come to my senses. I read the bible for weeks neglecting my other pages completely. I use to feed my teacher crazy stories to why I use to read the bible in class. The bible really rejuvenated my heart and made me rethink multiple mistakes I have made in my lifetime. I continued this for about a week and realized if I keep on I would never find the perfect scripture to really display the thoughts of theology. Yearbook was where I encountered firsthand experience with learning about the Lord for myself. I could really say working on the yearbook really affected me spiritually
By reading the bible I received a new walk and a new talk. I started to monitor my word choice. My heart had become pure, and my understanding was clearer. I began to put my faith first and allow everything else to follow. Reading the bible was meant to be a necessity, but at that time I took it as an option. I was feeling so guilty for the way I sort of neglected God for my own purposes.
The bible soon became my drug. I realized the idea of having a few scriptures on that page was a decent one, but I felt there should be some type of explanation to what each scripture meant. The explanations turned in to essays and I was instructed by my teacher, who I really worships the devil, to delete them all. So I was back where I started. It took me a few days to recover. It was like rehab. I was slowly bouncing back. I was thinking of other possible ideas for that page. I had to halt the construction of that page, to clear my mind and not over think, so I used the following week to work on my other pages.
Being one of the main photographers, while taking club pictures I had the brilliant idea of having a combined church service with one of our sister schools in our diocese. From there, I just decided to take pictures of the church features and the interaction of the audience because it was a school function and very memorable. I uploaded the pictures and looked back on my drawings and found the perfect sketch, I kind of got teed me off because it was like the very first sketch I had ever done. I filled in the empty spaces with brief captions and the introduction to Father Paul. My headache was ultimately over, so I thought. The teacher told me she wasn't quite fond of that page, so I changed the arrangement of the pictures and captions.
The most nerve racking part of the yearbook was submitting time. My teacher went page for page editing the pages to what she wanted. She told me that my theology page should have been more unique. She halted the posting of the yearbook for that page. I didn't understand the way she changed her mind. Just a few weeks ago she was in agreement and now on posting day she basically says she hates it. I do admit that doing that page really made me closer to God. I just didn't understand how my teacher was so judgmental toward the pages. So I had to redo that page again. This time I prayed for guidance because it was something special the teacher was looking for. So I took a few looks at some ideas, the website we were using, gave us. I decided to make the page into an advertisement, which she surprisingly loved. I was happy that page was over and that the yearbook was finally posted.
Some may ask, what does this have to do with reading and writing. Well, without this class, I wouldn't have found religion for myself. I wouldn't have read the bible; I wouldn't have opened my mind and heart to Jesus. My spirit was freed, my heart became warm, myself worth was remarkable. I didn't just read to read. I read for understanding. In this class that particular assignment returned me to the base of my faith. The bible itself is true inspiration; I was just appalled to where my faith came. I didn't imagine finding God in school and working on an assignment. With my findings I am capable of lecturing to my kids and grandkids on the idea of opening their hearts and excepting God's appearance in any place. God isn't in just the church, but he is everywhere.
I had multiple pages in the yearbook, including the Theology page. I had numerous visions for this page. I thought this page was going to be hands down easy, but as I began it seemed like everything I wanted for this page plummeted. My first idea of having a few words from the priest was a total disaster. I was literally scorned by the nuns and deacons, and labeled as a “Priest Stalker”. I was going beyond for that page. My ideas preceding the priest were worse than the looks I received in the church.
One day in Physiology I thought of the best concept for that page. I wanted to use scriptures as my number one solution. As I looked up scriptures, I began to feel a burning that I've never encountered in my entire life of going to church. It felt as if everything was right for change. I slowly ignored the original assignment and began reading the bible.
I attended church every Sunday and listened to the word very sagaciously, but couldn't receive that feeling. I felt at peace when reading and understanding the bible for. Being in Yearbook and working on that page really made me come to my senses. I read the bible for weeks neglecting my other pages completely. I use to feed my teacher crazy stories to why I use to read the bible in class. The bible really rejuvenated my heart and made me rethink multiple mistakes I have made in my lifetime. I continued this for about a week and realized if I keep on I would never find the perfect scripture to really display the thoughts of theology. Yearbook was where I encountered firsthand experience with learning about the Lord for myself. I could really say working on the yearbook really affected me spiritually
By reading the bible I received a new walk and a new talk. I started to monitor my word choice. My heart had become pure, and my understanding was clearer. I began to put my faith first and allow everything else to follow. Reading the bible was meant to be a necessity, but at that time I took it as an option. I was feeling so guilty for the way I sort of neglected God for my own purposes.
The bible soon became my drug. I realized the idea of having a few scriptures on that page was a decent one, but I felt there should be some type of explanation to what each scripture meant. The explanations turned in to essays and I was instructed by my teacher, who I really worships the devil, to delete them all. So I was back where I started. It took me a few days to recover. It was like rehab. I was slowly bouncing back. I was thinking of other possible ideas for that page. I had to halt the construction of that page, to clear my mind and not over think, so I used the following week to work on my other pages.
Being one of the main photographers, while taking club pictures I had the brilliant idea of having a combined church service with one of our sister schools in our diocese. From there, I just decided to take pictures of the church features and the interaction of the audience because it was a school function and very memorable. I uploaded the pictures and looked back on my drawings and found the perfect sketch, I kind of got teed me off because it was like the very first sketch I had ever done. I filled in the empty spaces with brief captions and the introduction to Father Paul. My headache was ultimately over, so I thought. The teacher told me she wasn't quite fond of that page, so I changed the arrangement of the pictures and captions.
The most nerve racking part of the yearbook was submitting time. My teacher went page for page editing the pages to what she wanted. She told me that my theology page should have been more unique. She halted the posting of the yearbook for that page. I didn't understand the way she changed her mind. Just a few weeks ago she was in agreement and now on posting day she basically says she hates it. I do admit that doing that page really made me closer to God. I just didn't understand how my teacher was so judgmental toward the pages. So I had to redo that page again. This time I prayed for guidance because it was something special the teacher was looking for. So I took a few looks at some ideas, the website we were using, gave us. I decided to make the page into an advertisement, which she surprisingly loved. I was happy that page was over and that the yearbook was finally posted.
Some may ask, what does this have to do with reading and writing. Well, without this class, I wouldn't have found religion for myself. I wouldn't have read the bible; I wouldn't have opened my mind and heart to Jesus. My spirit was freed, my heart became warm, myself worth was remarkable. I didn't just read to read. I read for understanding. In this class that particular assignment returned me to the base of my faith. The bible itself is true inspiration; I was just appalled to where my faith came. I didn't imagine finding God in school and working on an assignment. With my findings I am capable of lecturing to my kids and grandkids on the idea of opening their hearts and excepting God's appearance in any place. God isn't in just the church, but he is everywhere.
G-Shocks
In high school the biggest trend were a watched called G-Shock. I loved the colors and the functions of the G-Shock, but not the watch. Everyone, literally had one. The senior at that time were the trend setters and they made them look extremely cool. I didn't really want to pay $200 for a watch, even though it lights up, have an alarm, stopwatch, and tells time.
One day, My mom and I were walking in the mall and I spotted one of those infamous G-Shocks. My mom is never seen without her watch so I thought she might understand my situations. So I took it upon my self to ask her for one. After hearing my plea she asked a series of questions such as; Whats so special about the this watch other than the colors? Does it tell time like other watches? Would you keep up with the watch? Why do you need you want this waste of money really bad? She made my change my mind so fast. I really didn't want her to spend her money on something that I would wear like a week and put down or loose it,
The trend was soaking in, then my mom shook me up in to reality. I'm happy I didn't play into the trend because the next year people wearing G-Shocks were labeled as lames. G-Shocks, watches in general was not ultimately for me. I tend to loose really unimportant things anyway.
One day, My mom and I were walking in the mall and I spotted one of those infamous G-Shocks. My mom is never seen without her watch so I thought she might understand my situations. So I took it upon my self to ask her for one. After hearing my plea she asked a series of questions such as; Whats so special about the this watch other than the colors? Does it tell time like other watches? Would you keep up with the watch? Why do you need you want this waste of money really bad? She made my change my mind so fast. I really didn't want her to spend her money on something that I would wear like a week and put down or loose it,
The trend was soaking in, then my mom shook me up in to reality. I'm happy I didn't play into the trend because the next year people wearing G-Shocks were labeled as lames. G-Shocks, watches in general was not ultimately for me. I tend to loose really unimportant things anyway.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
I Have to Wonder Sometimes
I wonder if it is abnormal for someone to be too quiet? I wonder do people think its really something wrong with people who are overall quiet. I know, from personal experience, that I think when I'm quiet. I am constantly in my own world. I cant help it. Its a lot that is constantly on my mind and I have to think. I just end up thinking while other people are around. Do I look zoned out when I think or something because people always ask "Asia, whats wrong with you?" My Blogger Fam how do I avoid zoning out? Is it wrong to be in my own little world? Help Me!!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Real Or Fake.. Take Your Pick..
Are you a person who talks about people? Are you a person who keeps secrets? Are you an undercover antagonist towards your friends? If so congratulations for being amongst the cluster of fake invading the earth. I really find it truly disgusting the way people talk about others and deep down in their souls wish to be them or something like them. The attention of guys aren't as important as school work, and waiting until after graduation is not when you decide to "scope the surface". Messing with the people you went to school with and leaving your true friends behind to avoid the well needed conversation, was not the answer. I am truly disappointed in the fakes of the world.
I wonder where the real people are. I wonder if being real heart throbbing for the fakes. I wonder why people hide behind their mistakes. I want a real friendship. Someone I could tell my business to that I could trust not to tell anyone else. I want a friend who would tell me whats right or wrong not a fake that would just brush it off.
Can you live with the mistakes you have made long enough to correct them. Could you rekindle the friendship you once had with some one? If you wanted to change I'm sure every one would understand. Being fake is not the answer. Being real with not only yourself, but with everyone else is the answer. Remember people cant tell you what to do. Its up to you to do it. Have a mind of your own. My Blogger Fam, which are you? If you are fake make that transformation to real, by living a real life .
I wonder where the real people are. I wonder if being real heart throbbing for the fakes. I wonder why people hide behind their mistakes. I want a real friendship. Someone I could tell my business to that I could trust not to tell anyone else. I want a friend who would tell me whats right or wrong not a fake that would just brush it off.
Can you live with the mistakes you have made long enough to correct them. Could you rekindle the friendship you once had with some one? If you wanted to change I'm sure every one would understand. Being fake is not the answer. Being real with not only yourself, but with everyone else is the answer. Remember people cant tell you what to do. Its up to you to do it. Have a mind of your own. My Blogger Fam, which are you? If you are fake make that transformation to real, by living a real life .
Family Reunion
Every year I look forward to Labor Day Weekend. Not because that is the first break of the school year ,but because it is my family's annual Family Reunion. We vote the year before for the place for the upcoming year. We make arrangements in advance for the rooms and places. Every year we try to choose a different place. This year we chose Birmingham. I know that's a common place, but our family reunion was never held there. We have been to Panama City, Atlanta, Memphis, Nashville, Montgomery (where the first family reunion was held in my grandparent back yard), and Cincinnati (where mostly everyone stays).
We try to go to a different place and we accept every ones ideas and we as a whole vote.
Friday evening around six, we will be leaving out of Montgomery because Friday is always Hospitality Night. Saturday we have our family picnic and our volleyball tournament South vs. North for the trophy. Then on Sunday we all wake up in the morning and head to church and later have our annual banquet. At the banquet we have a word of inspiration, honor those who have gone heaven, our elders, and the future of our family. After the banquet we would say our good-byes and headed back home.
I love my out of town family just as much as I love my in town family. I call and text them like they are here with me. So we keep in touch year round. My agenda for this weekend is definitely my always highly anticipated Family Reunion.
We try to go to a different place and we accept every ones ideas and we as a whole vote.
Friday evening around six, we will be leaving out of Montgomery because Friday is always Hospitality Night. Saturday we have our family picnic and our volleyball tournament South vs. North for the trophy. Then on Sunday we all wake up in the morning and head to church and later have our annual banquet. At the banquet we have a word of inspiration, honor those who have gone heaven, our elders, and the future of our family. After the banquet we would say our good-byes and headed back home.
I love my out of town family just as much as I love my in town family. I call and text them like they are here with me. So we keep in touch year round. My agenda for this weekend is definitely my always highly anticipated Family Reunion.
My Job Experience
My first ever real job was me being a summer worker for Trenholm Tech. I was the secretary for the accounting program. For most of the day I sat on the computer. I played games, read articles on fashion and read the news from the websites. Occasionally I have a few typing assignments, but that didn't take long at all. I processed some student grades and undated some students profiles in the computer. Again it didn't take that long. The professor didn't have his first class until 3. I'll be to work at 7:45 and not have anything to do. Sometimes I did have a to do list ,but that was just copying papers.
One Day I decided to walk the building introducing my self to everyone on the hall. I, basically, asked if they needed me to do anything I'll right in the accounting office. I told them I copy papers and I file and type. So I slowly received more work, which didn't last long because I finished copying everything, separating everything, filing and typing everything before my lunch break. I had time to go home, ride all the way to Perry Hill Rd. to the best Chappys, and back before the professor came in. So this job was all around OK, but I was bored most of the day. The pay was fine so I was set.
One Day I decided to walk the building introducing my self to everyone on the hall. I, basically, asked if they needed me to do anything I'll right in the accounting office. I told them I copy papers and I file and type. So I slowly received more work, which didn't last long because I finished copying everything, separating everything, filing and typing everything before my lunch break. I had time to go home, ride all the way to Perry Hill Rd. to the best Chappys, and back before the professor came in. So this job was all around OK, but I was bored most of the day. The pay was fine so I was set.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Submit
I just finished submitting my literacy narrative to my instructor. It was the first real paper of the semester. I really didn't notice my extreme case of writers block. I thought that came like later in the year not early. For the most part I think I did well on my narrative. The idea of reaching the submit button was the farthest thing on my mind last night and I stayed up to like one just thinking about an idea and actually typing it out. So I am good. The next assignment is for me to submit the final draft exactly a week from tomorrow. Wish me Luck Fellow Blogger Fam.. :-)
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