Story blog

The hall was quiet until she heard a shriek of danger. It sound like someone was being attacked or worse killed. It was a day like any other, wonder the halls waiting for her next class to begin. Emily was tired and really didn't want to be at school, she just wanted to be in bed relaxing and figuring out how to make ends meet. When she heard the shriek she was frightened, there was no one around except her and she had no idea what to do. She tried finding someone to help her investigate this mysterious sound, but there was no one. She thought to her self should I ignore this and just keep going and then again the shriek came. After a couple minutes of thinking "what should I do?" she went and tried to find the aweful noise and think that maybe she could help. She wondered the halls turning every which way like she was in a maize trying to find the shrieking. After ten minutes of searching she still couldn't find the noise but it kept getting louder and louder. All she could think about was who ever it is they must be hurt pretty badly and she still didn't know what to do, except keep searching. She had finaly come to what seemed like hours of searching to find that the shrieking had stopped and that all the classes were over and that she had missed all of them trying to find whatever was making this aweful noise. So she stopped searching and went to someone who might be able to help her, the school help. She had described what she had heard and how she was worried that someone might be hurt. Billy the guy she was speaking asked her how long she had been searching and her response was "a couple hours". Emily now fraustrated that he didn't seem interested in helping her considered leaving until Billy after laughing for a few minutes said that the sound she was hearing was the heaters surounding the school. They make those noises when they have been over worked.

My Math Class

Sometimes in my math class I feel like I am the smartest person in the room. It's like basic math for example 2+2=4 so basic. It makes me so mad know that it's so easy. I've always liked a little challenge in my life. And I know that I hate math and how much it sucks but seriously? I kind of wish that it would get just a little bit harder then 2+2=4. I know that there are some people that don't actually know it, but since I do I don't understand why I have to take it. For Pete's sake I was in advanced math in High School and it was way harder then the stuff I'm working on now. Sometimes it's unreal to me cause I can't believe that I'm in basic math. I talked to a guy in my class today and he's in the same boat as me understands everything and can't believe he's in this class. He say he thinks it's cause of the placement test. That test is kinda stupid if you ask me. Why do we have to take one why not just judge by our grades from high school. Yes I know so people came back to higher there education so they should take it not the ones who just graduated High School and sort of know a little bit about what's going on. I was expecting college to be harder after being a PSEOP student but truthfully it just got really easier and it's driving me bonkers because I really wish that it wasn't so simple. I need that little challenge to keep me going instead of making me want to fall asleep every time my professor is teaching.

Readers Response #2

In Bechdels story her parents being English teachers while running a funeral parlor must have been tough on her life in a little way. Always feeling like she had to impress her parents and her family. Having to deal with the dead all the time. And with her father passing away might have been tough on her but it also helped her to realize what kind of writer or artist that she was.
In her cartoons they confused me a little bit. It was very jumbled a whole bunch of different thoughts all put together in one cartoon. Like with her father passing and how he was said to be "gay" at the funeral that confused me just a little bit. Like why would you talk bad about someone especially at there funeral. That's rude. Also when she jumps to how her father always missed out on the beauty's of life like the sunset. Then it goes back to how her brother wouldn't let off his annual fireworks because her fathers funeral was the next day.
It was really hard for me to follow her story, because the cartoon didn't really make sense to me. I felt like yes it may have been apart of her life and her story but it should have been told in a different style. From beginning to end like most stories not from end to beginning to what happened then and what happened now. Very confusing for me to focus on something that was pretty much a mixed thought to me.
Most people might have enjoyed her writing style and ethics on the whole thing but I on the other hand did not. Most cartoons are exciting, entertain hers really wasn't. It was really depressing, but very deep to tragic times that happened to her. But I think it would have been more of an exciting reading if it wasn't so dull and depressing.

In Class Prompt 1

I am one of those who embrace reading and writing. I love to read all different types of books and I love to write. I usually write things down that just come to my mind kind of like a journal. It doesn't bother me writing down my thoughts. When it comes to reading I prefer books that grab my attention with adventure or danger in it. I was always told with out a little adventure in your life, it would be really boring. That's why those types of books intrigue me.
I believe that I can use my creative urges by writing them out on a piece of paper. It helps boost my creative process. Sometimes if I get off what I'm trying to write I'll doodle something that goes with what I'm trying to write because it entertains me and my brain. It helps me in also trying to figure more things to write about. When it comes to reading I can't exactly write in a book that doesn't belong to me. So doodling is off the topic. But what I can do is take notes on something that I might want to remember in the future.
Sometimes it's hard for me to stay in the zone so I have to take a numerous amount of breaks and re-read what i have written and sometimes I'll end up starting over with my story so that I know that it will be perfect. I'm a perfectionist, when it comes to my work I like to make sure that it is perfect and just the way that I want it to be. If it's not I just keep starting over until I get it right.
When I'm reading I really don't have a problem with that if the book intrests me I read it until I finish it with no stops involved. I enjoy reading books. They can entertain me for hours as long as the story can put me in it in a way. Sometimes I feel like when I'm reading I'm right there in the story, just me and the characters.