graf # 18 Writing evaluation

I think that my writing has come a long ways. This course has deffinitly helped me with my writing. It has helped me become a better writer. One thing I struggled with in the beginning of the semester was the introduction and conclusion of a paper. Before this class, I would always have a hard time starting a paper. The example essays in class and on the website deffinitly helped me. If I was stuck for words, I would just read those and they would give me some ideas.

graf # 18 Writing evaluation

I think that my writing has come a long ways. This course has deffinitly helped me with my writing. It has helped me become a better writer. One thing I struggled with in the beginning of the semester was the introduction and conclusion of a paper. Before this class, I would always have a hard time starting a paper. The example essays in class and on the website deffinitly helped me. If I was stuck for words, I would just read those and they would give me some ideas.

graf # 17 Course evaluation

I really enjoyed this course. I liked how everything was done and posted on this website. I liked writing freestyles and getting a grade for them. A lot of the prompt topics I liked and found them easy to write about. When I missed a class, I didn't feel all stressed out. All the information that I needed was online and in the syllabus. I just wanted to say thank you Goldfine for a wonderful semester!

freestyle week 14

So its Tuesday night and all my freestyles and prompts are due tomorrow. So I'm stressing because I have three prompts and this freestyle that I have to finish. I am such a procrastinator. I also put things off until last minute. So tonight I have my work cut out for me. Anyways today I went shopping and bought a new Colombia coat, a pair of jeans, and a new sweater. I found some really cute boats that I wanted but they didn't have any in my size. So I was kinda of mad. It seems like whenever I find a cute pair of shoes that I like they never have them in size 8 1/2. Ahh its so fustrating. Well I guess that I should get working on my prompts.

Prompt Reaction 14 I held you in my arms.

I held you in my arms that night. I held you while you reminissed about old times. I held you while you laughed about old memories. And I also held you while you cried. I held you in my arms that September night. It was the one year anniversary of your fathers death. Cancer had taken him at age, 45.
I remember drying the tears from your face. All I wanted to do was take away all of your pain. I remember thinking why does it have to be this way. Why did this have to happen to such a wonderful person? To have life taken away from them at such a young age. To be left in this world at age 19 without a father. No one to guide you through tough times and be there through the journey of your life.
When I look at you, I admire how you've handled everything. I admire how strong you are. Despite everything that has happened, you have turned out alright. You are now a better person because of all that.

Freestyle week 13

So its December already. I still haven't started my Christmas shopping. I'm one of those last minute people that wait for like the week before, to go. Lately, I have been working a lot of hours to save up extra money for Christmas shopping. Picking up on those extra hours have taken a toll. I am tired from working until 11 at night and then having to get up the next morning at 6:30 so I can be to class at 8. I am exhausted. My body just wants to quit, but I keep going. I have also been falling behind in my school work because I have no time to do it. So I'm going to be glad when I have everything paid for. Despite all that, I do like this time of year though. I love the Christmas decorations, the lights, the snow, and the shopping.

Prompt Reaction 12 Love at first sight?

Love at first site?

I don't believe in love at first sight. I believe in lust at first site. How can you fall in love with someone at first glance? You don't know even know anything about that person. I think that in order to love someone you have to get to know that person. I think a lot of people confuse love with lust. I think that some people, who are looking for love, confuse love with lust. They desperately want to fall in love. They try so hard to find true love, that they confuse the feeling and true meaning of love.

Freestyle week 12

Thanksgiving was on Thursday. I had a wonderful dinner with my family. My brother, his wife, and their baby came over to my house. We ate then we watched Christmas with the Kranks. Its tradition that every Thanksgiving we watch a Christmas movie. It was nice to have four days off from school, even though most of those days I spent at work. I've been working a lot lately so I can have some spending money for Christmas. Oh yeah Bob Marley the comedian is coming to Portland on New Years Eve. I'm going to see him. I can't wait! He is so funny.

Process Essay

Process Essay

“What do you want? I don’t get it. Will you please stop screaming? …I have a headache and you’re hurting my ears.”
“You’re getting frustrated with him and he can sense it. Here let me take him,” my mother said as she took my newborn nephew from my arms. My mother started cradling and rocking my nephew back and forth in her arms. Suddenly a miracle happened, Brendan stopped crying. His big blue eyes started to close with exhaustion.
“How did you do that?” I asked in disbelief.
“It’s very simple. When getting a baby to stop crying you want to remember three main things. If the baby is fussing it could be because; he is tired and cranky (this could be from you feelings of frustration being projected onto him), he is hungery, and or his diaper needs to be changed. “
My mother explained to me that the first step you want to take when trying to calm down an upset infant is to keep your cool. “Feelings of frustration get projected onto the baby. The baby does not know how to deal with this emotion, so they get upset and cry.”
“But mom, it’s so frustrating. I had a headache and he just kept screaming which made me even more frustrated.”
“Well next time if you’ve had enough of the screaming child, and are ready to rip your hair out, take a deep breath, relax and count to ten. One way to relax yourself and the baby is to hold him while you rock in the rocking chair or hold him while you walk around the house. This will help calm not only the baby down but you too. See how quickly Brendan calmed down when I started to rock him in the chair. If this step doesn’t work and the baby is still screaming at the top of their lungs, move on to step two. Which is to see if the baby is hungry.”
I went into the kitchen and prepared a bottle of formula for Brendan. As I was in the kitchen, I could hear Brendan in the living room getting anxious and fussy. He must be hungry, I thought to myself. I brought the bottle back and started to feed him. This calmed Brendan down for a while.
“So that’s what you wanted,” I said to myself. After feeding Brendan and burping him, Brendan soon became fussy again. What’s wrong? I thought to myself. I rocked him, feed him, and burped him. Then I remembered what step three was. The dreaded dirty diaper stage.
As I put Brendan on the changing table, he looked up at me with a smile. Almost to say haha wait until you see this. As I began to undo the sides of his diaper and unfold the diaper down, a stench filled the air.
“Pew, Brendan,” I said as I closed the diaper back up. “That’s disgusting.” I took a deep breath and continued the battle of changing his dirty diaper. After changing and cleaning Brendan, he was fine. He stopped crying. I thought to myself, I did it. I successfully completed the process of calming down a crying baby.
Even though at times it is hard to keep your cool when you are taking care of an infant when they wont stop crying, if you remember these three things; maybe the reason why he maybe crying is A because he is tired or cranky, B he is hunger or C, he needs his diaper changed. These steps will help you and your baby from frustration and a headache.

Prompt Reaction 11

Doesn't matter where you begin, you'll end up back here.

Why do we do it to ourselves? If we know we will only end up back where we started. Why do we put ourselves through the pain and the agony, when we know that we will end up in the same place. We will be left tired, brokenhearted, and lonely.
We get into these relationships thinking that we will be with that one person forever. That everything will be perfect and smooth sailing. Then we get a slap in the face. Everything backfires and what we had is now gone. It was lost from a painful fight, a change of heart, jealousy, financial problems, and or other reasons. We are left where we began. Tired, brokenhearted, and lonely.

Freestyle week 11

I made it into the Surgical Techonologies program that I applied for. I'm so happy. I got a letter in the mail saying that I was accepted. So if everything works out, I will be done with school next year. I love watching surgeries being performed. I always watch surgeries on the discovery health channel. When I was at the hospital, for my nephew's birth, I talked to one of the nursing techs and she said that the Surgical Technologist's at Eastern Maine Medical Center work two eight hour shifts and get paid for fourty hours. So I am very excited about that.

Freestyle week 10

My sister-in-law had her baby Thursday, November 10th. Brendan weighed in at 8 pounds and 5 ounces. He is so adorable. My brother and his wife are so happy. I'm a new aunt. I felt an instant love and bond for him when I saw him and first held him. Michelle and Brendan had to stay at the hospital until Sunday. Now at home, I've been helping out Derick and Michelle with the baby and around the house. Its neat to see the different characteristics that he has inherited from his mother and from my brother. Holding Brendan while he sleeps or looks up to me, is so relaxing and therapeutic. He is so innocent and sweet and yet he has so much ahead of him. He has so much to learn and experience.

Prompt Reaction 10 They say the best things in life are free.

They say the best things in life are free.

As I look around at my family all gathered together smiling, I think to myself, Wow, how did I get to be so lucky. I look at my father. Standing tall, he looks so proud. His green eyes sparkle and glisten with happiness. Beside him, hand in hand, stands my mother. I see the tears of joy rolling down her face. Then there's my brother, pacing back and forth the halls of the hospital. A little bit nervous, yet excited and glad at the same time.
"Mr. Antone, we're ready for you," a nurse in blue scrubs says as she enters the waiting room.
Derick takes a big breath, flashes us a smile, and walks out of the waiting room. I watch him follow the nurse down the hall until he disappears around the corner.
After waiting anxiously, for a half hour in the waiting room, Derick finally returns. With tears of joy in his eyes, this proud new father, is holding his new baby boy.
"He's beautiful," I said as I looked down at the little bundle in my arms. Tears of joy rolled down my cheek. I was looking into the eyes of my new nephew.
Nothing in the world can compare to the feeling that overcame me that November day. They say the best things in life are free. I have to agree. Seeing my family come together; celebrating the birth of my new nephew. Seeing the love in my brother's eyes, as he held his new born child. Watching my parents, as they held their first grandchild for the first time. Nothing can put a price on that.

Prompt week 9

A bundle of purring rested on the couch beside his left leg. She hadn't been there for more then an hour. The cat purred and lapped his bloody fingers while, he sat there, staring at the floor. The cat got up and circled around the lonely boy. Rubbing and purring up against his arms. The boy seemed not to notice, he just sat there with a blank look on his face.
He couldn't believe what had happened. The nightmare kept playing through his head. The deadly screams from the accident, the sound of the tires, the shattering of the glass as the car hit the tree. He was lucky that he was alive.

freestyle week 9

My sister-in-law is due to have her baby, Thursday, November, 10th. She is having a c-section because the baby is 9 1/2 pounds and she has had back surgeries and hip problems. She is going to name the baby Brenden Lee. I'm so excited for her to have this child. I'm going to be an aunt, I can't wait. Lately, its been hard for me to concentrate in my classes because all I can think about is the baby. I wonder what the baby will look like, will he resemble his mother more than his father, what will his interests be, I have so many quesitons that I'm dying to get answers to. I can't wait until the baby gets old enough so I can take him camping and fish, and teach him how to ride a bike and swim.

Contrast essay reaction graf #16

I read a constrast essay that someone wrote contrasting the differences between his father and his brother. The brother and the father are total opposites. The father is lazy and the brother is hardworking. The father doesn't know how to appreciate women. He beats every women that he has a relationship with. The brother appreciates women because he saw what his mother went through, when his father beat her. I like the contrast between the two people. The descriptive details helped form a picture of the two in my mind.

graf # 15 classification essay reaction

I chose to write about workers for my classification essay. I classified them into three groups; gossipers, complainers, and controllers, in the work force. I liked this assignment. I wish that I would have picked a different topic to write about though. As I began to write, I realized I didn't have that much to write about. I think that if I chose to write about something that I'm interested in like a hobby or something, I would have been able to write more. I struggled with the outro. I hate ending papers. I think that, that was the weakest part of my paper.

intro 2 classification essay

It's six fifteen in the morning and I have just arrived at work. As I begin to approach the break room, I can hear sounds of people chatting and complaining. Here we go. I thought, as I walk into the crowded break room. If I be quite and discrete maybe they won't notice me. I think to myself.
"Well I heard that Julie is getting fired."
"This place sucks. I hate my job. They don't pay me enough!"
"Angie, do you think that you can take the trash out for me? I don't have time. I have a million and one things to do."
Every work place has them. These are the people that one dreads working with.
First there are the gossipers. These people are always talking behind someones back. Saying this person did this or this person said that. These people make others feel uncomfortable when they rant and rave about others. They fear that others will hear this co-worker going on about another employee. Then there is the complainers. These people are always complaining about how much their job sucks and how they don't get paid enough. These people tend to bring everyone in the workplace down. And last there are the controllers. These people try to pass work off to others and assign things for other employees of the same status to do. These people swear that they are never wrong and always try to take control of the situtation.

Prompt week 8 Loosely holding hands, not even aware of doing so, but still skin touching skin

Loosely holding hands, not even aware of doing so, but still skin touching skin.....

His hands are the opposite of mine. Rough, calloused, dirty, and large . But yet they fit together like pieces in a puzzle. Feeling my hand being loosely held in his hand; my hands feel so tiny and lost in is his big hands. My hands are barely there. As my fingers slip out of his, I am barely hanging on.

Barely hanging on.....This is the way that my heart is feeling. Not only are my fingers are slipping, but my heart is slipping too. After a big fight, I feel so distant from this person, but yet I am so close. I am falling out of love with this person. I begin to wonder, is this the end? Is he falling out of love with me? After two years that we have spent together, I am trying to resist this feeling. I feel like a part of me is dying. But just as my fingers slip away, he pulls me closer and squeezes my hand. He pulls me closer to him, closer to his heart, and intertwines our fingers. I look up at him and smile. I know that everything is going to be alright.

Freestyle week 8

Thank God its Friday! I'm so glad that it is the weekend. Tomorrow morning, I work from 6 am to 10 am on Saturday and then I have the rest of the weekend off, so I'm looking forward to that. Last night I had to work from 6-11pm, so this morning I was dragging ass. I could barely get out of bed. So this weekend I'm looking forward to relaxing and catching up on some rest. I have a placement test at noon time today for the Surgical Technology program. So wish me luck on that! I'm kind of nervous for it. I hate taking exams, but I really want to do well on it and get into the program.

classification essay

It's six fifteen in the morning and I have just arrived at work. As I begin to approach the break room, I can hear sounds of people chatting and complaining. Here we go. I thought, as I walk into the crowded break room. If I be quite and discrete maybe they won't notice me. I think to myself.
"Well I heard that Julie is getting fired."
"This place sucks. I hate my job. They don't pay me enough!"
"Angie, do you think that you can take the trash out for me? I don't have time. I have a million and one things to do."
Every work place has them. These are the people that one dreads working with.
First there are the gossipers. These people are always talking behind someones back. Saying this person did this or this person said that. These people make others feel uncomfortable when they rant and rave about others. They fear that others will hear this co-worker going on about another employee. Then there is the complainers. These people are always complaining about how much their job sucks and how they don't get paid enough. These people tend to bring everyone in the workplace down. And last there are the controllers. These people try to pass work off to others and assign things for other employees of the same status to do. These people swear that they are never wrong and always try to take control of the situtation.

I worked at McDonalds my junior year of high school, and I had the pleasure of working with a gossiper. This person could not keep her mouth shut.
"Did you hear that Joe is cheating on his wife, with the children's nanny?" She would say between orders. I was so embarassed by some of her remarks. I was scared that a customer or an employee would over hear her talking bad about someone and think that I was involved. But I was just an innocent bystander trying to do my job. I didn't want to be rude, so I'd stand there and pretend to pay attention while I put orders together. I'd watch her lips moved up and down and let the words go in one ear and out the other.
I also had a co-worker who did nothing but complain. I mean this person bitched about everything. She brought the whole morale of the place down. Nobody liked working with her because she would always complain about her job, money, her cheating husband, her kids, other employees, and her weight.
"I hate this job. They don't pay me enough," she would complain day after day.
One day I got tired of hearing this. "If you hate this job so much why don't you quit and get another one," I blurted out. She didn't last long after that remark. I felt bad for what I had said, but maybe that was the motivation that she needed to hear.
Then there are the controllers. I have worked with a few of these people. These are the people with the same status as you, but they think that they are superior and always try to run the show. This person seemed like she was always looking over my shoulder, seeing if she could catch me making a mistake. She would always tell me that I was doing things wrong and tell me to do them her way.
"Your filling the boxes to full with french fries. Do this," she'd say.
Lady quit telling me how to do my job. I know what I'm doing. I'd think to myself.
I didn't put up with that job for too long. I got sick of working with the grease and listening to people bitch about how bad their lives suck. I then landed my job working as a C.N.A in a nursing home.
Yesterday is my first day on the job. As I walked into the building, ready to start my shift. I hear excessive noise coming from the break room;
"Did you know that Amy got fired for pocketing drugs off the med cart?"
"This place sucks. I'm tired and I want to go home."
"Kristi, you have the dinning room for breakfast and lunch, I have to stay on the floor and feed my patients."
Here we go again. I think to myself. Every place I go there is no escaping them.

Intro 1 to classification essay

Every place has them. These are the people that you just dread working with. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, when you think about having to spend a whole shift working with them. There are the gossipers, the complainers, and then theres always the lazy ones that try to pass work off to you.

Graf # 14 Isearch progress

My Isearch is going okay, I guess. Mr. Goldfine has given me a lot of good ideas, to make my writting stand out better. I'm not really looking forward to the research part of the paper. So far all we have done is the background, why I am writting, and what I know. I hate doing research to me its like pulling teeth.

freestyle week 7

Money.....it seems like it is always an issue with me. It seems like I never have money. I hate paying for things. It seems like whenever get money, it goes so quick. Whether its for my cell phone bill, my truck payment, gas or my credit card. I'd deffinitly have a lot more money if I would quit going shopping and charging things on my credit card. I seriously think I have a shopping problem. Lately I haven't been able to save any money. The second I get money I want to spend it. I think about a new pair of shoes that I want to buy at the mall. I charged $91.00 to my credit card on getting my hair done on Friday, $60.00 on a halloween costume that I'm wearing to a party, and $10.00 at Kohols. Then I wonder why I don't have any money. It's just so easy and convient to whip out the visa.

Graf # 12 Research

Research, yeah I do a little bit of it in everyday life. I do my research on who has the best sales when shopping for clothes, electronics, or other items. When buying a vechile I want to know how many miles the vechile has, what the payments will be like, and how long I will have to pay for it. I do not however like doing research for writing papers. Find the research isn't to bad. I just don't like siteing where I found all the information. I would much rather do all my research online then in text books.

Graf # 13 Reaction to Classification Essays

I read one essay that classified men into three categories. The categories were snakes, snails, and puppy dog tails. This essay I found to be interesting and humorous. I like how the author used descriptive words in her classification of men. I also read the essay on bugs. I liked how the author related the bugs to characters in movies. The author used a lot of descriptive words, which made it easy to visualize what was happening.

Prompt 7 Dump the trash bin on the floor, pull on your rubber gloves, and start hunting for the truth that only your throwaways know.

"Shit!" I yelled as I bumped into the large tin trash can beside me. The can made a loud crash as it hit the floor. Tin cans went rolling across the floor. Coffee grinds, rotten food, gum wrappers, juice boxes, paper plates, and crumpled up napkins scattered all over the floor.
"Eww! What a mess!" I said with a sigh. I went over to the sink and put on some big yellow rubber gloves, that we're lying on the side of the counter.
"Angie do you need any help in there?"
"NO! I got it mom." I said rather quickly, as I glanced down and saw a blue envelope on the floor, it was addressed to my mother and looked as though it hadn't been opened. Weird. I thought. Mom must have forgot to open this one. Or maybe she accidentally threw it out.
As I dusted off the bread crumbs and coffee grinds of the blue envelope, I noticed that it didn't have a return address. I began to open the envelope.....
"what's looking at?" my brother asked as he came into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator door.
"Nothing." I replied as I hid the letter behind my back and continued putting the last of the garbage in the trash can.
"Tell mom I'm going to play basketball with the guys," my brother said as he took a drink out of the milk carton.
I wondered what was in the envelope as I watched my disgusting brother put the cap back on the carton and put it in the fridge.
"Will do," I said with a half smile as I grasped the letter behind my back. From the kitchen window, I watched him walk out the front door and get into his truck and drive away. I quickly and carefully opened the the blue envelop. As I pulled out the letter, the anticipation began to grow.
Who was this letter from? What did it say? Why didn't mom open it?
As I unfolded the letter, my mouth dropped in disbelief. My eyes got real big. I couldn't believe what I was reading. What did all this mean? In red ink I read:

I KNOW YOUR SECRET! YOU DISGUST ME. HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING. YOU WILL GET WHAT'S COMING TO YOU!

Prompt Reaction week 6 You haven't been there since you were little, now you go back

I remember the excitement and joy that this place brought to me when I went there. I remember the security that I felt when I was there. This place was so peaceful, being there I had no worries. All my pain and problems disappeared when I visited this place. When I was at this place, I was free to be me. I felt I was free to say what I wanted, act how I wanted and be who I wanted to be, without fear of embarrassment or judgment. Many jokes, laughs, and tears of joy were also shared at this place.

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At fourteen, my world seemed to stop when I was in Travis' arms. I was young and in love. Nothing could compare to the feeling that I got when he took me in his arms. Being in his strong arms, I imagined that we would be together forever. I felt that nothing could tear us apart. But at the start of my sophomore year of high school, these feelings were soon torn and taken away from me to quickly. We split up. My heart was broken. I felt empty inside. I felt as though a part of me was missing. I had lost not only my boyfriend but my best friend. I longed to be back in his arms again. I began to worry that I would never feel that sense of sense of security and happiness ever again.

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At nineteen, lying here and starring into those sparkling blue eyes and feeling his strong arms around me, I feel as though nothing has changed. I feel as though I am fourteen again. Even though three years have gone by since I have been able to relive this moment, I still feel the excitement, the happiness, and the security that I once felt. I find myself back in the arms of my first love.

Freestyle week 6

Another rainy day....ahh so depressing. I'm so sick of the rain. Theres nothing to do when it rains. I hate it. I'd much rather be doing something outside. The rain makes me feel so lazy and miserable!
Today I had to work from 6:15 am to 2:45 pm. Work was crazy! I work at nursing home as a C.N.A (if I haven't mentioned that already) and we had two people call in so I ended up having extra paitents to tend to. So all day, I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. The whole eight hours felt like, I had only been there for only an hour. It was just that busy that it went by real fast. So I'm pretty tired now. My back is killing me, from lifting and transfering paitents from their beds to their wheelchairs. On my assignment, I had some heavy paitents that are twice the size of me. I don't see how people can do this job full time. I'm exhausted from just eight hours of getting people up, dressed,tolieted, and fed. And to do that all week? Ha forget it, I'd never last.
I really want to take a nap right now but I have all this homework that I have to do. But the good thing about writting this is: one I am one bitching about the rain and being tired from my job which is helping me get out some stress and two this is my freestyle for the week, so it counts as homework.
Well I'm going to stop my bitchin and get working on my other homework now.

Isearch section 1 intro background

"She's so pretty," I exclaimed as I threw down the magazine. "If only I had a body like her and was as pretty as her."
"Angela Maria Antone, you are beautiful. Quit putting yourself down," my mother demanded.
"Look at her legs. They are so slim and pretty. If only my thighs were that toned and thin."
Ever since my sophomore year in high school, I have struggled with my weight. I have always compared myself to other models and girls. Even though I haven't ever really been overweight, diet and exercise has always been an issue. I guess my obession all started when I dated this guy my sophomore year of high school. He was insecure with himself. His feelings of insecurity then got projected onto me. I began to worry about my body. Even though he was insecure with his body, all the girls wanted him. This bugged me. I felt that I had to compete for his attention. I wanted to look better then those girls. In my eyes, this meant losing weight and looking prefect.

Promp Reaction week 5 Stranger in Town

"People are saying that the reason why she moved here, is because she got kicked out of prep school for stabbing a girl in the eye with a pen, just because she looked at her the wrong way."
"No, I heard that her parents are murders. They kill innocent kids and put them in their closets."
"Get this, I heard that she is an alien sent here to take over our school."
"You guys don't be ridiculous," I said as I glanced at her from the opposite side of the table. "I feel kinda bad for her. Everyday she sits by herself eating her lunch. We should invite her over to our table to eat with us."
"Are you crazy Angie? She's weird and her style? Come on now. She looks like she just came from a funeral. And that makeup.....ewww. She looks like she came from the movie The Night of the Living Dead. What a freak!" chuckled my best friend of twelve years
"Wow, I can't believe you just said that. Come on you guys. Quit being so rude. Give the girl a chance."

She was the new girl in town. Sitting all by herself in the schools cafeteria. Dressing in all black, she was the quite type. She sat in the corner and didn't talk to anyone.
As I looked at her and made my way over to the dark haired girl with black make up,I thought to myself; she doesn't look that bad.
"Hi, my name is Angie," I said as I stuck out my hand.
She gave a strange glance and looked down continuing to eat her spahgetti, like she didn't even notice me standing there.
"When did you move here?"
She continued to twirl her spagheti around her fork pretending not to notice me.
"Okay, or you could not talk to me and pretend that I'm not here," I said as I began to turn around.
"Sarah, my name is Sarah. I'm from Boston."
Little did I know that this conversation would blossom into a friendship of a lifetime.

Five paragraph cause essay

Going off the road on that stormy December night, wasn't the only state of emergency where I was glad to have my cell phone. Two years ago, when I was working at McDonald's, I was at the register taking a families order, when I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. At first I didn't think much of it. Must be one of my friends wondering what I am up to. I thought to myself.
As I began to get the order ready, I felt my phone vibrate again. Who is calling me? Don't they know that I am at work? After a few rings the person hung up and called again. Okay something must be going on. I thought to myself. I began to become really worried as I handed the customer their food. Who could be calling me? and what do they want?
"Thank you have a nice day," I said as I forced a smile. As I walked away from my register, I discretely took my phone out of my pocket and opened my Audiovox flip phone. Three missed calls from my father and one voicemessage.
"Jamie can you cover my register for a second? I have to use my phone my dad is trying to get a hold of me and I think it is an emergency."
As I listened to my messages, I was informed that my great grandmother had had a stroke and was rushed to Eastern Maine Medical Center. My great grandmother ended up passing away, the next morning. I stayed with her for most of the night and then into the early morning. If it wasn't for my cell phone, I wouldn't have been able to spend those desperate final hours with her.
Even though I pay about ninety dollars a month, in cell phone charges, my phone has actually helped me make money. I work per diem at Brewer Rehab and Living Center; so whenever there is a call in or a shift available they give me a call. My cell phone has also helped me in my babysitting services. I have a couple of families that I babysit for and whenever they need me they just give my cell phone a call.
My cell phone is my connection to the world. I get updated on the lastest gossip from friends, who said this and who did that. Having a cell phone, I always have plans for Friday and Saturday night. Friends call me and tell me about get togethers that are going on. My cell phone has also helped me stay connected to my friends, who are off to college. One of my good friends goes to Husson. As a result of our busy schedules between school and work, we don't get to see each other that much. So we make it an appoint to call each other up and check in. Without my cell phone no one would be able to get a hold of me. Between work, school, and friends, I am hardly ever home.

Graf # 11 writing cause essay

First off, I didn't really like writing the outro before I wrote the body of my essay. This is something that I am not use to. In my opinion, it is easier to write the introduction, the body, and then the conclusion. It's easy to take ideas and phrases from the body and put them in the conclusion. Even though I struggled writing the conclusion, I do like how we are writing this paper in steps, instead of having the whole paper due at one time. I think that by taking our time and writing parts in stages developes a better paper. In the past, I have thrown together a paper and written it last minute. I find that those papers didn't come out as well. I kind of had trouble finding reasons to back up my three main paragraphs. I think that my last two paragraphs in the body are kind of short and weak.

Outro to cause essay

I just got my cell phone bill in the mail yesterday. My bill came to $98.36. Though it is expensive and sometimes I don't get good reception, I wouldn't be without it. It has helped me in times of emergencies, it has also helped me make money, and it helps my friends and family stay connected with me.

graf # 10 Reaction to isearch

I read one isearch about obesity. I found this isearch really interesting. For I like reading about health related topics. I like how the isearches have structure to them. First having an intro, then background information, why I am writting, what I already know, the search, and a list of sources. I think that having a structure like this will make it easier to write about my topic.

intro cause essay # 2

"Angie, your cell phone is ringing."
"I got it," I said as I ran downstairs and picked my cell phone up from off the table.
"Hello." I said all out of breath. "Oh hey Steph, what's going on? He did? She did? Oh my gosh! Are you okay? I'll be over in just a second. Mom, I'm going over to Steph's house. She's having some guy problems. I'll be home later."
"Okay hunny, give me a call later to check in."
At times like these, I am glad that I have my cell phone. Even though I pay about eighty dollars a month for this service, I would not go with out one. You're probably thinking eighty dollars! Thats a lot of money to pay a month for a cell phone. But to me it is worth it. This phone is my connection to the world. I stay close with my friends and get updated with the latest gossip, who did this and who said that. I have also used my phone in times of emergencies. I am a very busy person and I am always on the go. Without my cell phone, no one would be able to get a hold of me.

freestyle week #5

Another week has gone by. Looking back this week wasn't to bad. Besides Friday. Friday I did not feel good at all, so I didn't go to class. I had an upset stomach. I think I had some stomach flu. Which was not fun. But I'm feeling so much better now. This weekend I was suppose to go to my friends camp in Winter Harbor, but it was raining so we decided not to go. We would have had to row across the ocean in the pouring rain to get to her island. Then we would have been stuck inside all weekend. I'm sick of the rain. All weekend it has rained and I heard that it is suppose to rain all week. Ahh, I hate the rain.

intro to cause essay

"Angie, I want you home at seven o'clock tonight. The roads are suppose to get really bad."
"But mom can't I stay a little later. I'm in the middle of a movie," I said on the other line.
"Fine, you can stay until the movie is over, then I want you to come straight home."
It was a stormy, Saturday night in December; one of the first snow storms of the season and I was at my friends house watching a movie. We had been in the house all day and we didn't realize how bad it was getting outside.
"Angie, I think you better get home. The roads are getting really bad out there." Stephanie said as she looked out the window.
It was 7:55 and I have five minutes to get home. (Which wasn't that bad considering I live only ten minutes away.) I can just tell her I'm late because of the icy roads. I thought to myself.
As I opened up the front door, the wind whirled and whistled around me. Drops of freezing rain fell on my face and crackled as it hit the ground.
"Do you want my dad to bring you home?" Stephanie asked.
"Naw, I'll be okay. I'll just take it slow. Thanks though. I'll call you later." I said as I jumped into my purple 95 Chevy s10.
As I started going down the road, I noticed that the roads were getting really bad. I struggled to see out of my windshield, for I didn't let my truck warm up and my defroster wasn't working good.
Dammit, it is 7:58 , I'm going to be late. I thought as I sped up. "Ahhh, slow down Angie." I told myself as I started to fish tail around a corner.
The next thing I remember, was waking up in a ditch. I lost control of my vehicle, and went into a ditch on the opposite side of the road.
Oh my God! I thought to myself. My truck! Dads going to kill me, I haven't had it for three months.
As I walked around the truck I noticed that there wasn't any major damage done to the vehicle, that I could see. I was so worried about my truck that I forgot that I had hit my head on the roof.
Oh my God! I thought to myself. Am I okay? I then noticed that my head was throbbing. I felt my forehead. No blood. That's a good thing. I thought to myself. I immediately got on my cell phone and called my mom.
This is just one case where I was glad to have my cell phone. My cell phone has helped me many of times. It has helped me in emergencies, it has helped me make money, and it is my connection to the world.

Graf # 9 Reaction to Cause Samples

I really like the five-paragraph essay that was read in class about the three reasons why love dies. I can relate to this essay. I've had relationships die because of dishonesty, fear and selfishness. I liked how she tied in examples from her relationship.
I also read an essay about a girl who had to dress like a chicken in a dance recital. I like her descriptive words and humor about dancing in a chicken costume. Her descriptive words formed a vivid picture of the setting and story.

Prompt 13 Week 4... Person in a Photo

Ever hear the saying a picture is worth a thousand words? Well, this picture says it all. It is a picture of a father taking his little girl, fishing. The little girl in the picture, with sandy blonde hair, looks to be about three years old. Wearing pink Osh Gosh overalls, she is holding up a fishing rod with a small white perch on the end. Dad is holding her up. With a big smile on his face; he looks so proud. She had caught her first fish.
Looking at this picture, you can see the love that they share between them. They're both smiling and appear to be laughing in the picture. And the one love that brought them both together, fishing.
Looking back at this picture, I have to laugh. Those were the good days. Being so young, so innocent. Being with dad, I didn't have a worry in the world. Not much has changed since then, other then the fact that my hair has gotten darker and those pink Osh Gosh overalls don't fit me any more, but I still am daddy's little girl and my father and I still go out to that lake and cast a line in once in a while.

Freestyle week # 4

So another week has started, for me at EMCC. I hope this week goes a lot better then last week went. Last week was a bad week. Wednesday, was a year since my friend's father past away. It was a really tough time for him. I tried being there for him, by keeping him busy and keeping his mind off it. Which meant staying up all night talking with him, until he fell sleep. I really admire Travis' for being so strong. I don't think that I could have been that strong. I probably would end up with an addiciton of some sort, like to drugs or alcohol.
Also last week, two teenagers from Old Town lost their lives in an automoblie accident. They were backing up, when they hit a cement truck. I feel so bad for the families and friends of these students. To have life taken away from them at such a young age.
I think that I'm getting strept throat. My glands are all swollen and my throat hurts really bad. I think this is a result of last week. Last week I didn't get much sleep and I was under a lot of stress. Maybe this a way of my body telling me to slow down.

Graf # 8 B-M-E Person

Ever have one of those friends in a group, who you just can't stand. This is the friend that no one likes. One that shows up uninvited to social gatherings. No matter what you do, you and your buddies can't get away from this friend. This person is always there. This "friend" tries to be just like you. Dressing the same way you do, acting like you, and even having the same taste in things that you do. I once had a friend like this.
She was as fake as her press on nails. You could tell by just looking at her. The way she acted and talked, you knew that she was saying nasty things behind your back, then being all nice and sweet in your presence. She had the most annoying voice that you'll ever hear. Her voice is loud and squeaky that it hurts your ears. But despite all that, I was her best friend. I guess in a way I felt bad for her. Hell, I guess you could call me fake too, because I pretended to be her friend. But the truth was, she drove me nuts!
"Well my daddy bought me a brand new cell phone," she would brag. "And he is buying me a new car."
She was the type of girl who craved attention from guys. She is one of those girls who would move in on a guy who had a girlfriend, just to see if she could get them to stray. When she began to get a little to close to my boyfriend, I dropped her like a hot potatoe.

Graf # 7 Things

It was September 6th, 2005, three days after my nineteenth birthday. There I was standing in my friend, Travis' kitchen opening a little blue box.
"It's beautiful," I said. "This must have been expensive. Travis, I can't except this," I exclaimed as I looked down at the sparkling white gold chain with a dragonfly pendent on it.
"Sure you can," he said as he put it around my neck.
Travis and I have known each other since I was in eighth grade. Even though we dated my freshmen year of high school, I still have a lot of feelings for him. I never actually got over him, he was my first love. We split up and didn't talk for awhile. Three years went by, and then we started hanging out as friends again.
When I opened the box, I was amazed. Travis buy me jewelry? What's gotten into him? Lately I realized that he had been acting different around me. He was acting really thoughtful and considerate towards me. I began to wonder if he felt the same way, that I did towards him. He later told me that he still is in love with me and he never stopped loving me.
This necklace that I wear around my neck, is a symbol of a new beginning. A friendship. A love.

Freestyle week # 3 Alcohol

Last night, I found out that one of my friends ended up in the emergency room, Friday night, because he had alcohol poisoning. This friend (whose name I will not mention for privacy reasons) was by himself, in his dorm room drinking. I am really worried about this friend, he is away at college and lately, he has been drinking a lot. I think the cause of his drinking is because of his home life. His parents just got a divorce and he's father was recently in icu. He is very lucky that someone found him and called for an ambulance.
I talked to my friend and he told me the only thing he remembers is waking up in the hospital with an iv in his arm and having a police officer and his school guidence counsler standing beside him. His body is covered with several bruises and marks from falling down and hitting various objects. They pumped his stomach with charcoal, which absorbed some of the alcohol and made him sick.
He is scheduled to go to court, for underage drinking and he has to do so many hours of community service for his college. I hope that this teaches him a lesson.

graf # 6 What makes you unique

What defines unique? What separates you from me? Is it that I drive a purple 95 Chevy s10, that has a whole in the exhaust pipe. Or is it the fact that I'm always late on getting my oil changed and I run my truck on empty. It could be that, I have a dog named Princess and two cats named Pookie and Boo. I shop at goodwill. I chew my nails when I get nervous. I have a scar on my left knee. I am a health freak, I try to eat healthy and exercise regularly. I have a love for Chinese food. I love dragonflies. I wear a necklace around my neck with a pendent of a dragonfly on it. I am scared of snakes. I absolutely hate them, I'm petrified of them. I don't like large crowds. I have an addiction with shoes, shopping, and chocolate. Even though I'm addicted to shopping, I almost always buy things on sale. My favorite show is Sex in the City. I collect the seasons on dvd. I love amusement park rides and big roller coasters.

Week 3 Prompts Fly on the Wall

As I sit at this picnic table, I hear rushing water from the water fountain. I feel the mist of the water as the wind catches it and sends it my way, I hear birds chirping, and children laughing.
This place is peaceful. I think to myself.
As I am sitting at Cascade Park, I realize that I wasn't the only one at the park. I observed that everyone who came to this park, was there for many different reasons.
I see a bride and groom getting their picture taken by a photographer.
"Sarah, lean into your husband and look up at him; look into his eyes," the photographer instructed.
Aww, cute couple. I thought to myself. They seem like they are in love. I wonder if they will make it as husband and wife in this world.
I see a father and daughter enter the park.
"Slow down, Princess," He yells as she runs for the waterfall. "You're going to trip."
In the distance I see a young man laying in the grass reading a novel. I notice that he is so into his book. He is escaping reality, reading this book. He is in his own world.
I see a couple holding hands and walking through the park. They are both content with each others company; smiling as they go.
I begin to wonder what they are thinking.
As I sit at the picnic table, so many different lives, so many different stories, so many different lives with different paths go by me. And as for me? I'm just a college girl sitting here trying to find peace.

graf # 5 Inventory list paragraph

What a mess! The person who sleeps in this room is so disorganized. Dirty clothes on the floor. Come on now! Ever hear of a hamper? There's dust on the TV screen. Disgusting! It's a good thing that she doesn't live with my mother. Dirt, scraps of paper, dirty clothes, shoes, shopping bags, and magazines scattered on the floor, it's a wonder you can even get in this room. A burnt out overheard light, I wonder how long its been like that. This person seems to lazy to clean up after herself. How can a person live like this? This place is such a pigsty.

Week 2 Prompts If my body could talk...

Why are you doing this to yourself? This is not healthy. Stop it! You are hurting and abusing me. Can't you hear me! Listen to me! I've been trying to tell you to slow down and take it easy. Let me rest. I am tired and I need it. You work me to hard. My poor feet are sore and blistered from being on them all day and wearing those damn high heels. My head hurts from not getting enough sleep and trying to concentrate in class. My eyes are heavy. They are having a hard time staying open. All they want to do is close and rest. My body aches from being over exercised and over worked. And for what? To get perfect grades and to have a perfect body. Well news flash! You can't be perfect all the time. No one is perfect. This is your body talking and it's telling you, you need to slow down!
I am hungry, please feed me! You skip meals because you are to busy. Feed me something good. I am not talking about those damn ice coffees from Dunkin Donuts that you get every morning. They are filled with caffinee, cream, and sugar. There is no nutritional value in them. I am starting to become addicted to the caffinee. By the end of the day, I feel tired, groggy, and have a hard time functioning. You drink them to wake me up. Well if you want to wake me up, why don't you try getting a good nights sleep and eating a healthy breakfast in the morning! I will feel more rested and energized. I go hours without food. I feel like shutting down, but I can't. You keep pushing me harder and harder. Going to class, staying up late, working the weekend, hanging out with friends, exercising, and doing homework. This is a lot on your body. I never get a break. I want to go on strike.
I have had enough of this! If you don't give me a break soon, I am going to crash. You need to take care of me. I am your body and I'm the only one that you have.

Freestyle week # 2

Why is it that I always find myself back with you? I can't get away from you. You are all I think about day and night and it drives me crazy. You are like a drug that I am addicted to. People tell me that you are not good enough for me and that I am a fool for being with you again. But despite that, I come running back for more; each time only to end up getting hurt. Each time I hope that things will be different.
Why do I put myself though it? Because I am in love with you. I never stopped loving you and I probably never will. I feel complete with you. I am trusting you with my heart once again. Take it, but please don't break it. You have hurt me once before. The pain was so deep. If I lose you for a second time, I don't know if I will be able to bare the pain.

Prompt Reaction # 1 Alone in a quiet room.

Alone in a quiet room. What is really happening?

Looking at this room, you might view it as plain, boring and dull. The walls are tan with nothing on them, besides an old grandfather clock. The only sound coming from this room is ticking, of the old clock. In the middle of the room, sits a plain forest green couch. Beside the couch is an old rocking chair that belonged to my deceased great grandmother. The cushion is old and has a few tears in it. The rocking chair creaks every time you sit in it or begin rocking. Looking past the old furniture and plain walls, this offers something else. It offers peace and tranquility.

I have come to this room because it is the only quiet room in my house. I am sitting alone in my family room to escape. To escape reality and everything that is going on in my life. I am leaving all of my worries about school, work, friends, money, bills, and family at the door. I will return to reality and face these problems when I leave the room, but for now I'm sitting in the middle of this room to relax and find a sense of peace. I am also in this room to escape my past. To forget everything that has been said and done. Anything that was said or done in the past that hurt me, will not affect me in this room. I feel safe in this room. This room is my sanctuary.

As I am sitting in this room, I can hear the second hand on the clock ticking. The clock is my count down. A count down to when I have to come back from my fantasy and face reality.

Graf # 4 Inventory List

My room is a mess. It is filled with......

*dirty clothes thrown on the floor

*pulled out dresser drawers

*clothes hanging out of open dresser drawers

*2 belts hanging out of dresser drawers

*1 dirty sock on the floor

*unmade bed

*pillows tossed on bed

*shoes on floor

*stack of unread mail on entertainment center

*cds scattered on cd rack and desk

*dusty black light hanging on wall

*dust on tv

*picture of best friend of 13 year and I in frame on entertainment center

*movies disorganized and tossed in entertainment center

*alarm clock that is 5 minutes slow

*light purple walls with posters

*posters of actors, models, and singers

*5 hair elastics scattered on vanity

* 10 bobby pins on vanity

*pictures of my cats when they were kittens on my nightstand

*Aeropostale shopping bags filled with new clothes on floor

*full size mirror on the back of the closet door

*prom pictures on night stand

*photo albums filled with memories of friends and family

*candles

*sent of candles in the air

*magazines on the floor

*magazines on night stand

*burnt out over head light

*little stuffed animals on entertainment center

*bullentin board filled with funny pictures of friends and inspirational qoutes

*dirt on floor

*paper scraps on floor

*stack of unread books on nightstand

*paper work for college that needs to be filled out

*jewelery on top of jewelery box

*lose change on stand (quarters, dimes, pennies, and a few nickels)

Graf # 3 Blog hunting graf report

The blog that I chose to read was one of a smoker. This girl writes about her addiction to ciggerattes and her battle to quit. She has smoked for thirteen months and hasn't had a ciggerette in three days. I give her credit. Smoking is such a nasty habit. My father smokes and I hate it! Hes been smoking for years. Hes tried to quit, so I know what its like to go through that long process. Its not easy. My dad would have mood swings and he would be tired all the time. All he wanted to do was smoke. I hated to be around him because he would always be in a bad mood. Edgy, ready to snap.
I give this girl lots of credit and wish her the best of luck.

graf # 2 Worst Teacher

Ever been in one of those classes, where you dread going to class? Where you purposely fake having a temperature of one-hundred and one and being sick, just to stay home from school. I'm talking about one of those classes that makes you so uncomfortable, that when your asked to answer a question in class, the hair on the back of your neck stands on end, sweat runs down your brow, you slide down in your seat hoping that the teacher will skip over you and ask the smart kid with big glasses beside you. I have.
I remember the feeling of sitting in my Algebra II class, like it was yesterday. It was my junior year of high school. I had this class fifth period everyday and I dreaded it. I couldn't wait for this class to get over with and go to lunch, but forty-five minutes seemed to drag on forever. I've never been that good at math. It's always been my worst subject. So when my teacher would ask me to answer a question about the homework, I'd get really nervous. My hands would begin to shake. I felt that everyone in the room was looking at me. I remember feeling my face turning warm and bright red with embarrassment.
"Nine." I'd mumble under my breath.
"No, the answer is not nine," my teacher would state. "My pre-algebra students would know how to slove this equation. You guys are juniors and seniors and don't know how to slove a simple equation like this. You are in Algebra II........."
Somewhere in between the "my pre-algebra students" and the "you guys are juniors and seniors", I'd lose him. I'd see a figure standing up infront of the class wearing an old polyester seventy's suit (that he wore everyday, might I add) and all I could see was his lips moving. I began to block him out as he raved about his pre algebra students and slide down in my chair. Being compared to freshmen. Rough. I have never felt so low.
How am I supose to do well in this class? I thought to myself. You talk in such monotone and all you do is talk about how wonderful you pre algebra students are. You never give us any credit or interact with us; only if its to find an answer to the homework. If you made class a little more interesting and stopped putting us down, then maybe I wouldn't fall asleep in your class and I'd be getting a passing grade.
My friend Jordan sat beside me in class. Her and I both aren't the best at math. So we would compare answers and talk about the lastest Dashboard Confessional concert. Dashboard was both our favorite band.
"Ladies! Quit chit chatting, or I will have you both stay after school."
We'd both giggle and roll our eyes, while mocking, "my pre algebra students."
My teacher had one student who he just loved. This kid was a sophmore in a junior class taking Algebra II. This kid was a genius, he knew all the answers and made us all feel dumb. When someone was asked to answer a question; his hand shot right up. He would hold his hand straight up with his butt half off the seat. This kid was eager to answer the questions and he would always get them right. My teacher would praise him for being right and suggest that we all be more like him.
Even though my junior year in algebra II seemed like hell. I got through it. I managed to put up with him speaking in monotone, the polyester seventies suits, and his lecturing about how we should be more like freshmen. I pulled the year off with a c.

Freestyle Week #1

So here I find myself again; sitting infront of a computer in this plain old crowded room. I hear the sounds of finger tips hitting the keyboards, my professor talking to students, and people laughing in the halls. It's September and school has begun. My college career at Eastern Maine Community College unfolds. As a freshmen, I find myself feeling anxious and eagar to learn and do well. I wonder how I am going to juggle work,school,friends,family, and my other extra curricular activities. The pressure is on. Thousands of dollars are at risk.
"Stay Focused," I tell myself. "You can and will get through this."
Being the only college-bound child in my household, I feel pressure from my parents. They encourage me to work hard and suceed in everything that I do.
College is deffinitly different from high school. In high school, attendence is taken everyday. If you are late to class or skip a class, it usually results in a detention. Where as in college, it doesn't matter. If you go to class or not; that is your descion. In high school, I had teachers who would push me to get my work in on time and to do well. In college you are your own motivator. I hope that I will have the motivation to stay focused and do well in college. This is the path to my future. The choices and actions that I make now, will greatly impact my future.

'graf # 1'

These tired, overworked, and calloused hands, don't look like those of a teenage girl. These hands are rough and appear to be those of a forty year old hardworking man. Every scar and every cut tells a story. A story of my past. Looking past the scars and callouses, you can see that my hands aren't that rough. My hands are warm and gentle; resembling who I am inside. God gave me these hands. These hands are my tools in life.