What I Learned From Writing

I never really realized how hard writing can be, it's all about grammar and how we use it. Writing what I feel and expressing my thoughts and the way I see things. It's really different from speaking it. I've learned a lot from writing. Writing the way you describe things can be really difficult, especially when I have to be really specific about everything. I also learned that in writing I have to put correct punctuation and correct capitalization's for the right words that's really in writing. Trough our writing assignments I learned how useful brainstorming is needed to create new ideas and begin the writing process. In the beginning of the semester I never knew about independent and dependent clauses, but now I know what the meanings of an independent and a dependent clause. Writing can be a difficult task at times, but once I put my mind to it I am able to come up with ideas and express myself in writing. In writing this last blog I hope I success in my future writing skills.

Casa

In the essay "Casa: A partial Remembrance of A Puerto Rico Childhood" by Judith Ortiz Cofer, the author describes how woman gather in the living room on rocking chairs to gossip about men and marriages. Here the author is a child of twelve listening to her grandmother and aunts, while her mother braids her hair. I remember when I was about ten or eleven my sisters and cousins would get together every holiday and just talk about everything they can find to talk about. It was really boring for me because at the time I was interested in things like playing hide and seek, tag, and other games like that. The girls talk about the simplest little things like how they wanna do their hair to things like that. They sit around in the kitchen or sometimes in the bedroom just to separate away from the boys. The older ladies such as my grandma and aunts sit and talk about other things, they tell stories about when they were young and things they miss. There was a story that my grandma told me about when she was young and how she goes out and come home late nights and sitting in the dark was her father waiting there with a belt. I was really interested in her story, I was telling that story to my family and friends. They thought it was a really funny story.

A Day In The Homeless Life

"In A Day In The Homeless Life", Author Cole Russell writes about living in the homeless shelter, an institution often associated with Thanksgiving as Salvation Army soup kitchen become the focus of television news stories. A homeless life is a really difficult situation to be in. I've never actually been in a homeless shelter but if I was to be in a homeless shelter I would probably go crazy, I wouldn't be able to live with a whole bunch of strangers. I worked at the Salvation Army, as a volunteer. I loved doing volunteer work at the Salvation Army it was a really fun experience. On the month of November we have a can food drive and on Thanksgiving we make lots of food for the homeless. We are very caring about the homeless and we care about them. That's why we have these things every year and on Christmas we also have something familiar, we have lots of gifts, we wrap them up and put if boy or girl on it. On the day before Christmas I wake up early to meet up with my bible study teacher. So we can put the gifts in bags and give them away to families that don't have much money to buy presents for their kids. I felt great about what I was doing. It's a great feeling and something I will never forget. Thanksgiving and charity is a big part of life because it's a day of thanks and a day we can give to people. I could imagine how it feels like being in a homeless shelter. Having to wake up everyday in the early mornings and worrying if I'm going to be okay. Not knowing where to go when they tell me to leave it can be very frustrating. For example in reading of A Day In The Homeless Life by Colette Russell, she was robbed, and another example she had to carry all of her belongings with her every where she went. In writing this blog I wouldn't be able to live in a homeless shelter.

Visitig Around Merced

In Merced there really isn't much places to visit. Merced is a really small place. If you want to visit Merced, the Merced County Fair would be a nice place to visit. It only comes around once a year in July, but it's a great place to visit. There is lots to do at the Merced County Fair. There are rides, games, and food. Also a great place to bring families and friends to get together. Merced County Fair it's not the biggest place but it is fun and interesting. When ever the fair comes along I make sure I don't miss it because it only last one week so I make sure I don't miss out on all the great fun. The fair opens from 4pm to 12am. There is a petting zoo they have that opens much earlier than regular fair. The petting zoo lets you touch the animals and watch a baby animal being born. Some people may think that's nasty to watch a baby animal being born, but actually it's interesting and eye catching. The fair is a great place to be it's lots of fun and it's something you don't want to miss out on. So if you want to visit some place in Merced wait until July and you'll have blast at the fair.

The Place I Hang Out

The Place I hang out at would be in my garage. I know that is a pretty weird place to hang out at but I like hanging out in my garage. It's a place I feel comfortable and I can do what ever I want in there. My best friend always comes over and we hang out in the garage. We just sit around and talk to each other about what's going on and a bunch of other things. The reason why I picked my garage to be the place to hang out at is because I don't like being away from home. I also like the fact that we have sofa's in there and a TV. Just like me being in the living room but to myself. The place I hang out is a place that I like to be and just sit around. No stressing about what's going on inside the house. When I'm hanging out I just feel relaxed and no worries. It makes me know that I'm safe and nothing bad is going to happen. I hang out everyday when I get home from school. I call my best friend over and we would just sit around drink some beers and just talk. Well that's all I have to say about the wonderful place I hang out.

The Room I Sleep In

The room I sleep in. Well a room can express who the person is. That is why my room is so important to me because it shows what I like and who I am. There is a lot of things to describe about my room. When you enter my room, my door way is on the left side. On the left side when you walk in, there will be a stereo on top of a table. Then when you look at the corner of the left wall beside the table you will see my lamp. Now moving on you will find my mirror, the place where I do my make up and my hair. Towards the right, you will come to find my bed. The place I rest and take beautiful naps. Next to my bed you will see a lamp and my desk. Above my desk there is lots of pictures of my family and my boyfriend. On my desk you will see my computer and more pictures. To the right side of my computer desk you will see my walk in closet. Then last but not least you will see my entertainment center with my TV and all my movies. Right beside the entertainment center there stands a wiggly light. Well that's the room I spend lots of time in. I love my room because it expresses the way I am and the things I like. So that's the room I sleep In.

Act Of Kindness

It was a Friday night. My friends and I just got out of the bar we were getting ready to go get some more beer. I knew that drinking and driving is bad but that night I risked it. While we were in the store getting more beer, a guy came in the store and he had blood all over his clothes and face. I asked him if he was okay and he said that he is fine, that a few guys had jumped him outside of the bar where me and my friends were at. I was so scared and worried for the guy that I asked him if he needed a ride home. He told me that he was going to be fine and that his car was parked outside of the store. So I asked him if he needed me to follow him home. He said not to worry about him. So when me and my friends got out of the store we waited for him to get out. As soon as he got out he walked over to his car and got in. I decided to walk over and talk to him. I saw him bleeding all over his head and his face was cut open. Even tough I didn't know the guy, I was really worried for him. I told him to let me take him to the hospital. He kept refusing and kept saying don't worry. Well I didn't let him say no. I told him I was taking him to the hospital and not taking no for an answer. While we were there arguing for about twenty mins. The police came up behind us and asked us '' what is going on"? I told the officer "This guy needs help, he is bleeding a lot and he might be losing blood." The officer looked at him and asked him what happened? He told the officer everything that happened and the officer said that they were going to call an ambulance. The officer asked him if he has been drinking and he told them he hasn't had a drink all night. I was just waiting for the officer to ask me if I had been drinking but he didn't so man was I lucky. I been drinking and driving but they didn't ask me anything. So even tough I was drinking and driving I still risked it for a guy I didn't even know.