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Wednesday April 3

Today is Wednesday and I have made it half way through another week. It has been a very busy week for me next week I have two maybe three tests and I always get very anxious about that. Made a big pot of chili last night hope thats the last time until next fall. Have several things still to do before leaving Friday night looking forward to having breakfast by the pool on Saturday morning. Hope they have fresh strawberries on the buffet.Wonder what the wedding event will be like last I heard nearly two hundred people had rsvped looked at some tourist information yesterday sounds like the Clearwater beach will be very nice advertises it as being white sand . Hopefully most of the spring breakers and baseball groupies will be gone. My hip has been hurting in a different way this week maybe the adjustments are helping.

April 1

Today is Monday April 1 Andrew was very excited about it being April Fools Day. We had a good time over the weekend hunting Easter Eggs although I did not fix a big meal it still turned out okay. Josey is getting so sweet, growing up too fast . Andrew had alot of fun at the park was not too upset when the farm park was closed. I started rounding up a few things for the trip over the weekend, trying to find some summer clothes that fit. I hope when I get down there I am able to clear my mind somewhat and enjoy what little time I have there. Had I known about school I would have not booked the flight but would not have been able to get any of my money back. The only arrangements that I still need to make are for the rental car.I feel very unprepared for my medical terminology test today just could not seem to concentrate over the weekend could probably benefit from trying the meditation thing to see if that helps.Talked to all the kids on Easter except Matt I have tried calling him several times and unable to leave a message but he has not returmed  any of my calls. Jessica said he has still been on facebook so things must be okay for him. Madison will be thirteen next week. I just poked a hole in my finger trying to open some medicine and my finger is bleeding.

Today is Monday March 25 mother nature has decided to give us a little taste of winter. Think this will make my trip to the beach in two weeks even  more enjoyable. I got lucky over  the weekend and was invited to a seminar the school of metaphysics was hosting at the tower club on Saturday, there had not been enough people purchase and sign up. Late Friday night she called and offered me a complimentary seat and I could not it down. Now I hope to apply some of what I learned to my life to improve my meditation and concentration.Ran into Ellen there and was nice to visit with her , she had heard through her letter carrier that I had been let go . Although she is an odd duck I still enjoy talking with her and who knows maybe her very simple lifestyle is something we could  all try. Obviously the way it played out was a sign of some sort and I was suppose  to come away with  something. My back has been really bad since spring break and I am finding it more and more difficult to sit in this chairs for any length of time. I have now made three trips to the chiropractor and am trying to decide if I should continue to go. Last week I think it was hurting more after the adjustment than before. The flexeril  is making my brain very foggy in the mornings so I try not to take it during the week but it seems to help my back to relax. This coming weekend is Easter and no one has made any plans yet as to what we as a family will be doing. Jessica and kids will be going to church on Sunday morning so they wont be coming up.

Descriptive Essay

Cylene Wallace

Mr. Neuburger

ENG 101-101

28 February 2013

Descriptive Essay

The First Day

            Finding myself unemployed and nearing the half century mark I was forced to make a decision. I had thought about going back to school many times, but something seemed to always get in the way, mostly fear. I began to ask myself if this could finally be my time and whether   Cylene could find the courage to conquer community college classes. The preparations were made and, with the first day fast approaching, I felt a rollercoaster of emotions.

            Time is a thief, which is proven by my aged skin and body, but inside I was still the same little girl who couldn’t sleep the night before the first day of school. I could almost hear my grandmother telling me to go to sleep and don’t trouble your little peanut head over the problem.

            There have been countless numbers of dreaded Mondays in my lifetime. Rainy, sunny, hot, and cold but I was sure this particular Monday would prove to be one I would not soon forget. My stomach was filled with fear and nausea, but somehow found the courage to leave my safe haven and venture out into the unknown. As I headed out to my silver car my legs felt like large stone slabs.

            Driving to school everything seemed to be intensified. Traffic was heavy, car lights were so bright they were almost blinding. Sitting at the red stop light I must have gotten lost in my thoughts only to be brought back to reality by the honking horn of the car behind me. Dreading my first day,  it was as though I arrived at the school quicker than usual, even though I had taken the same route many times before. As foreign as it seemed, I realized I was still in America by the big flag blowing in the wind.

            Walking into the large mysterious brick building I felt like a fish out of water. There were excited voices buzzing like a beehive with the rushing around of people, mostly young adults, rude and bumping into me. They too, seemed to be lost, struggling to open doors with heavy book bags in hand.  I wondered if they could possibly be as scared as me. It reminded me of something I had seen in a movie, but this was no movie.

            With fear and nausea increasing with every step I took, somehow I managed to find my classroom. My legs were shaking so badly I was not sure if I would be able to make it to a chair. Here I was lost in a sea of nameless faces, and wondered if I could possibly belong? I remembered having this feeling before on my first day of kindergarten. The difference today being I had a car and could leave on my own; I wouldn’t have to wait for Grandma to come get me.

            Class began with role call as classes normally do. Under my breath I sarcastically thanked my mother again for not spelling my name with a K. She is always an easy target when I am scared and angry. We were instructed to log onto our computers and create some sort of digital portfolio. I looked at my instructor like he was talking in some sort of alien tongue. I was wondering to myself, “What on earth am I doing here?” almost certain I did not belong. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe, try to relax, and dig down deep to find the courage to pull this off. My palms were sweaty and beads of perspiration started running down my forehead. By this time I was looking at the computer screen with a stare as blank as a page from my notebook. Could this be the stench of failure?

Always having a taste for the fruit of knowledge, I realized eventually that this would not be a failure. While humility has hard lessons, it may be quite healthy. Standing on solid ground, I somehow found the courage to keep going back to the class. I am happy that I have the opportunity to go back to school. I would never have thought in a million years that I would create a blog account and be blogging, but here I am almost two months later feeling more comfortable with it, and it’s all because one teacher planted the seed of wisdom.

            Most days I now find myself enjoying going to English class. Although I still struggle with some, if not most, of my computer skills, I have made significant improvements. No longer hanging my head like a dying flower, I hold my head up and smile, determined not to be conquered by my fear. I now look forward to finding out what the next eight weeks has in store for me.

           

free write march20

Today is the first day of spring and the weather forecast sounds more like winter times like this makes me happy I'm not out walking around in that stuff. I have been to the dr two times now with my back and am going again today thought it was better until I started sitting in chairs all day again this week. Yesterday was the first baseball game of the season was scheduled to be at Walnut Grove but was moved to Halfway so I did not make the drive.Surprising enough he was not too upset by the lose.He said the boys still have a good attitude and are making improvements. Last weekend was spent mostly entertaining my parents. It was nice for everyone to get together for dinner on Saturday night. Josey has gotten to an age now that she has became more social and enjoys showing off on demand seems to be very quick on picking things up and mimicking. This is the first free write since returning from spring break so that means that I have made it halfway through the first semester and don't seem to have many scars.

A Film Unfinished

Although, I am not sure that I fully understand why the film was being created and what they intended to do with it; I do know that it was very disturbing and I will not forget anytime soon some of the scenes. I find it hard to imagine that people were being treated so poorly just a few decades ago. It must have been very difficult for the actors to pretend when being filmed, while others, probably family members were being treated so badly. The scenes that were staged in the restaurants, the nice apartment, and Jewish people dressed in nice clothes walking freely, and the fancy funerals could not have been further from the truth. How difficult it must have been to trip over a dead body on the street wondering how much longer before that’s you laying there dead from starvation or disease. The constant in all the survivors I’ve seen is that they still get very emotional when either talking or watching the film, that what happened to them is still very painful even now. I am getting a better understanding of that myself in just what little bit of time we’ve spent watching the movie. The scene when they were sliding dead bodies on the board down into the large pit was nauseating for me; it is hard to imagine how one could have lived in those circumstances for any length of time. It was hard to see the children who were obviously starving; scared and dirty wearing mostly rags.