Walk

Dec 10

This is what finals is like for me.

(Reblogged from forever-zooted)

Oct 16

My Conversation With my Alter-Ego Discussing What I Should Write About

Alter-Ego: How well is high school preparing us for college in terms of assignments that we have to do?
Myself: Well, we’re doing a lot of assignments that are used a great deal in college. Writing papers is definitely something that you do in college a lot. Most of the teaching is about writing papers. Less is focused on using the Web as anything more than a research tool. Actually putting things on the web might be more popular if kids were taught more in-depth on how to do so, but the focus is not on that in school.
Alter-Ego: With the writing process, are we preparing kids well so that they can be successful with writing?
Myself: I think that when it comes to writing papers, kids are learning about the structures of papers and the basics about writing an outline, thesis statements, supporting sentences, etc. But at the base of each paper is learning what words to use and what grammatical structure you need to abide by. Without the basic blocks, the content in your essay could be good, but poorly written papers won’t get far.
Alter-Ego: How about the editing & drafting process?
Myself: Well…
Alter-Ego: What are you trying to compare?
Myself: I’m trying to compare the assignments that we write in high school to how well we might be prepared for college, I think.
Alter-Ego: And just how the hell do you plan to do that?
Myself: That’s what I’m having trouble with. I mean, I know somewhat what we’re doing for assignments in college so I’m trying to go off of that maybe? I don’t know if that really makes sense–
Alter-Ego: –Of course it doesn’t make sense you dipshit.
Myself: Well thanks, you’re a load of help. Okay, so, we’ve got all the data, so why doesn’t this make any sense?
Alter-Ego: Who knows.
Myself: How about something like what schools are teaching the kids and some other connection to God knows what.
Alter-Ego: That could probably work.
Myself: Would you look at that, actually being helpful for once. So, let’s see here, schools are teaching so that we can be successful, cause they’re not just trying to teach life skills? Or is that what I’m trying to contrast to?
Alter-Ego: You don’t have close to enough fucking information for that, but good try.
Myself: Shit, you’re right. So what the fuck do I compare it against?
Alter-Ego: I don’t know, I’m not even sure why I’m here.
Myself: Yeah, me neither. Just to bug me really.
Alter-Ego: Well, maybe you just talk about how the assignments reflect what we’re supposed to be learning to be successful or something.
Myself: I don’t know. Maybe? But is that even a connection? We’re going around in circles here. Things we like to learn? What we like to learn and what we’re supposed to learn? Is there even any fucking connection that we could pick out of that?
Alter-Ego: Probably not.
Myself: This is horse shit. Why do we even care about what they like to learn? I could hazard a guess that it would be more interesting to them or something, but ugh, I don’t know. I don’t even know why that would be something to notice. Think small, we need to make smaller connections that aren’t actually there. You have anything?
Alter-Ego: I’ll take a look… nothing so far… yeah, I got nothing.
Myself: Well, that about does it. Still have to figure out a way to write this. Wait, holdup. What if we did something more like connecting Q17 with Q05-13 and then maybe add in Q16 for shits and giggles because hell, I don’t know.
Alter-Ego: The fuck does that mean?
Myself: So, Q17 is all about those fuckin’ English grammar thingamajigs, so it’s gonna be about how proficient people are with that shit. Q05-13 are more about the about the writing process.
Alter-Ego: Okay, great. How you gonna connect it? Any bright ideas? No? Thought so, dumbass.
Myself: Shut the fuck up. So, we could look for connections between how proficient people are at the writing process and how confident they feel by looking at the underlying structure of their writing. Then, whatever bullshit we can pull from that, we can attribute to the Q01 and Q02 – fuck Q16 – and see maybe what is being taught in school and how well people are doing at it or what is important to teach more or something like that.
Alter-Ego: I’m pretty sure we’ve gone through this bullshit at the beginning of our conversation, so just fucking get on with it already. I need some goddamn sleep.
Myself: You? Fine, you’ve been basically unhelpful this whole time, just get away from me. Well, not really. You helped. I’m just tired.
Alter-Ego: I get it man. Get it done soon, sleep might follow.
Myself: I don’t think sleep is in the cards for tonight, but will do.

Oct 12

Life

Life. It’s full of surprises. It’s so cool how every little thing that happens to you shapes you and your experiences into what we call a life. If you define life, it’s the time between your birth and your death. It also mentions “inorganic matter”. I would think that inorganic matter had a life of some sort too. It starts and then eventually ends, so why not? What’s really the point of life? I don’t mean this in a depressing way, but more in a “I’m-so-sleep-deprived-I’ve-gone-mentally-insane-and-this-is-what-I’m-planning-on-doing” sort of way. Life is just kind of out there. Yeah, this makes no sense, but fuck it. There’s a lot of darkness surrounding me. Literally. It’s dark. Where did all of my friends go? College came around, and I lost touch with so many people. I’m sure I’ll contact them a little bit when I’m back home, even if it’s next summer, but it’s truly a weird feeling losing contact with almost everybody. I know I wasn’t really close to many people, and though it saddens me, I can live with it. I keep in touch with very few on a constant basis, even those who are my best friends. I can go back, but there are new people around, faces I don’t recognize. I’ve moved on, and the spirit of me has moved on from the place I once used to feel completely comfortable in. I guess that’s how life goes, but that doesn’t make it any less saddening. Having a friend is such a strange concept. I wonder if I really have many here. I know people, I like hanging out with people, but it’s usually in groups. Would I go and be able to hold a conversation with them one-on-one? That’s always such a scary thing to try for the first time, especially if you really want to be friends. Odd though how it’s easier and less scary if you’re mostly indifferent. Huh. My best friend here is leaving after the first semester, which absolutely sucks. I’m going to miss her a lot. She’s been a ton of fun and she hasn’t once gotten on my nerves in the slightest, which is more then I can say for some. Life will go on. This too shall pass. All of these sayings. Sometimes they make it feel fake, other times they really do help. Life is starting to get very real, and it’s intimidating. One of these days, I’ll be on my own, trying to make it in the real world. Bad economy, bad job market, higher costs, declining environment, influx of people, international tension…

Fuck it. Bring it on.

Sep 27

What happens in my hallway at 2 in the morning..

Sep 26

A resurrection?

It’s been a while since I last blogged on this account. I’ve used other accounts in the time, but I can’t actually figure out how people have the time to get on here seemingly every day and reblog post after post after post. I think I should start recording some of my memories, especially since I’m now at college, and especially since I’m taking a digital writing course (which includes blog posts and such), so that would be good… homework? Extra credit? Eh, something or other. Either way, I should put this to use.