Dad and Celine (The Final Cut)

DAD AND CELINE

I bought my first CD

not knowing my dad liked it too.

Since then many a drive 

we've listened to her songs.

Celine Dion.  The Power of Love.

If Walls Could Talk.

Her music brings back memories

of a late night drive.

I look out the window

at the thousand lights of a city

sparkling like diamonds 

against the surrounding darkness

then the dark trees line the

pavement.  That's the Way It Is.

The melodies of her songs

massage my ears.

my dad starts singing along 

as dreams start to cross my eyelids

I know that my 

dad is there next to me.

It's All Coming Back To Me Now.

the music.  my dad.

Poem 4

Mushroom Goop

the slimy texture
inside my mouth

the bitter taste
assailing my tastebuds

i want to spit it out
but i'm being watched

so i take another bite
of the caserole on my plate

the smell makes me
want to vomit

yet i keep eating
to make sure i don't get slapped

every bit it seems
come back up

still i eat and eat
the mushroom goop

Poem 3

Clothes

We wear them everyday
They can teach us
alot about a person.
But not enough.
Because one day you
may meet a person.
Who knows if they are wearing
sweats becaus it's a
bad day or it's their
everyday apparel.

Yet so many people judge
others on their clothing.
They notice the
brand names
or the cheap Walmart brand.

It's all about the clothes.

Poem 2

A Moment

The red mountains stand aflame.
It's the time of day
when nothing is quite sure
The sun appears on
the horizon. The
day is not yet finished
nor the night arrived.
It lasts for a just a
moment. While it
lasts the beauty stands
unsurpassable. It's my
favorite time of day when
the red mountains stand aflame.

Poem 1

Dad and Celine

I bought my first CD
not knowing my dad liked it too.

Since then many a drive
we've listened to her songs.

Celine Dion. The Power of Love.
If Walls Could Talk.

Her music brings back the memories
of late night drives

the dark trees line the
pavement. Yet I feel

Safe. I know that my
Dad is there next to me.

It's All Coming Back to Me Now
the music. my dad.

Museum Exercise #25

An African American woman, wearing a knee length skirt and a blazer, sits in a bus station in the 1950s. The look in her eyes makes you think her mind is far from her surroundings. Her youngest child, in a small coat, sits sleeping against her chest with the woman's arms around her. Fingers interlaced to hold her in place. The other sits next to her holding her black pleather purse with a shiny clasp. The girl holding the purse wears a wool coat and a bonnet, with white socks up to her calf, her black shoes shining in the light. One of her feet is flexed up, perhaps pointing to the thing which captures her attention. She gazes upward in wonder. The men, wearing fedoras, in the background chat amongst themselves. An older woman with intricate hair sits on the opposite side of the bench. Light filters through the windows in the background.

Instant Wisdom

For my creative writing class we went through proverbs and had to turn them into "our own language." For the English proverb, "Labor to be as you would be thought of." My version is: "Try your hardest to be the way you want to be thought about."

We also got random words and had to create our own proverbs. The first one is about bad drivers. "Bad drivers are like moldy bread during th summer--unavoidable." The next one is about education, "To be truly educated you must have more than just schooling, but also have life experiences."

Glance

Using "glance" in my story is a lot easier than incorporating "silk." For the silk part, I had to do a little research. The glance part was a piece of cake! Mary took a glance at who she was and wasn't happy with it. After the glance, she started probing her character. I'm going to explore those changes she went through in my story.

Silk

Silk is a long continuous fiber; the story I tell is going to be my version of silk. In the process of making silk there is a step called throwing in which the fibers must be doubled and twisted to strengthen the silk. I am going to have to find the little details and twist them together to make a complete story. The story I have chosen to tell is the change in belief that Mary went through. It will be a successful project for me to undertake right now because I talked to Mary about it this weekend. I understand her thought process and why she has her current beliefs. I may change narrators and twist them together to get the full impact of her choices.

Who's the boss?

Mary was thrilled because her family was coming up to visit her as part of their vacation. They were staying in Seaside, Oregon and since it was only a three hour drive they decided to come up to Kalaloch Lodge in Washington. She screamed in excitement when she saw her siblings and ran to hug them. After the normal "hellos" and "what's going on in your life's" the family decided to go on a Walk on the beach. On the way back to Mary's house, the family climbed all over the driftwood logs like mountain goats.

After they finished playing on the driftwood logs, the family decided to go up to Carlisle's house for the night. To get to the house, they had to take a long drive on a dirt road. Mary's family loved all of the gorgeous views on the way up. But, even more exciting was the chance that they had to ride horses. Mary saddled up Shadow, the only horse that was broken in for riding. The other two were left in the corral. David, Steven and Heather rode Shadow, but she started to get bossy and wouldn't go where directed. Mary decided to get on the horse and show her who was boss. As Mary pulled the reins to turn Shadow, she fell down on top of Mary, with Mary's foot still in the holster, crushing the foot completely. It was Shadow that showed Mary who was the boss, not Mary showing Shadow.

Beauty

I sat in the forest looking at the trees around me. The aspen leaves fluttered in the wind, while the flies buzzed playfully around me. The sky looked a stunning shade of blue: like the ocean on a calm day. I gazed at the beautiful surroundings trying to take in every nuance of the trees, grass and sky. I slowly closed my eyes, meditating. The wind swept gently through my hair and carressed my skin. As I sat in peace, an abrupt noise startled me. My eyes flew open. My head jerked towards the sound of the noise. Only to see a fawn bounding through the trees only five feet away from me. I sat, stunned. Never had a wild animal come so close to me. My mind raced as I tried to comprehend that fact. As I came to my senses, my heart stopped racing and my awed gaze followed the fawn until it dissapeared out of sight.
As I sat in the forest after that, I noticed many of the other little creatures. Ants, flies, birds, squirrels. All so stunningly beautiful and perfect in their own setting. I thought of how I often times look over the little details and miss the beauty of the moment. It was just a little reminder to cherish the good times in life; to look for the beauty when life screams insanity at me from every side.

Heart beating

Everyone knows the feeling. Heart beating in the chest like it is going to explode into a tiny thousand fragments any second. That's what tryouts are like for me. Last night ballroom tryouts took place. From the second that I stepped into the Ballroom, I knew that it was going to be a rough ride. At least a hundred girls showed up; while only a forty, if that, guys showed up.
All the girls danced their hearts out. I personally botched the tryout, but I had fun while I was doing it. I learned a bit about ballroom. And, I also learned that I push myself to the limits. My feet were sore; I was exhausted, yet I kept going and going and going. I didn't make the team.
That's okay though, because I had a growing experience. Everything I go through will help me grow in some way or another. It was amazing.

A Lot like Life

I was invited to a annual fourth of July party this summer. I learned a great lesson that night; being on a hammock is a lot like life.
As soon as the party moved outdoors some of us girls started eying a gargantuan hammock. It sat on the edge of the half basketball court. A perfect place for us to watch the guys playing. We decided quickly that we couldn't pass up the opportunity. Getting on and off of this hammock required adventurous spirit. As each one of us would get on, we would have to adjust carefully so the equilibrium wouldn't be disturbed. We all took great care while we stayed on the hammock. Everyone precariously laid there, not making a move. It seemed that if we made one little move it would fall to the ground. Slowly, the girls all got up
Later on that night, Eden, a petite girl, got on the hammock alone. She started swinging the hammock to and fro. There were no worries in her mind. This hammock survived four of us with no problem. One second she sat swinging carefree, the next, she landed with a loud thump on the ground. No one knew how to react. The hammock had fallen down with Eden, little Eden, on it. She started laughing and everyone joined in tentatively at first, but then it turned into a giggling fest.
Being on a hammock is a lot like life because even when you're least expecting something to happen, it happens. It jumps out at you like a jack-in-the-box. Some of the seemingly bad experiences in life can turn out to be the most enjoyable; it's just how you view it.

First Blog Ever/ Hawaii Trip

This is my first blog ever. It's a little crazy that I'm here at SUU. Getting here has been a long hard road, but it's worth it. Everything here is amazing; all of my classes will help me develop a lot. Right now on this blog, I'm just experimenting a little bit. So, this blog will be a little random.

My first trip on a plane was amazing! I went to Hawaii for my senior trip/ last expedition before college. I saw stunning sunsets. They were absolutely gorgeous! I can't imagine anywhere more paradisaical than Hawaii. My best friend Ellice and I spent two amazing weeks together. Our last two weeks together before we had to separate. They were the most amazing, yet most challenging weeks of my life. We played, we cried, we laughed, we mourned. I'll miss her so much, but I know we'll grow a lot as we're in college.