Course Evaluation
Part 1:
I had no idea what to expect when I signed up for college composition in January. I remember when I first read over the course syllabus and the course assignments how overwhelmed I felt. I thought how the heck am I going to get through this. When I was in junior high and high school, I always disliked English because I felt I wasn’t a good writer. When I read other classmates’ work, I felt incompetent compared to them. I can say with a big smile on my face that after this semester, I no longer feel that way. I strongly believe it is because I was able to write papers that were true to me and about me. I didn’t have to write about things that don’t interest me and I believe that was a huge help in showing my writing capabilities. As far as the course as a whole, I thought it was a great class. I know what I have learned from this class I will carry on to other classes as well as my every day life. Thank you for putting a whole new spin on they way I feel about writing…I’m truly grateful.
Part 2:
I liked writing the different grafs. A person, a special object, being unique, those were the assignments I enjoyed writing the most. It made me think about the past and all that has happened in my life to make me who I am today.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Freestyle Week 15
To my Grampie, the sweetest, caring, loving, best man anyone could ever ask for:
It’s been almost seven months since you left us. I wonder if you are watching over seeing me go back to school, making something of myself, trying to be a better person while I am still here. I wonder if you are watching over mom in Texas keeping her safe from harm. I wonder if you see Grammie, seeing how sad and lonely she is without you and how it hurts my heart every time I visit with her, listening to her pain of losing you. I pray that I see you again someday. I hope you know just how much we all love you and think about you. We all miss you terribly, but we know that you are in a better place. You are no longer suffering. I love you Grampie and until we meet again, always know that you have a very special place in my heart, always and forever. Your little Sally.
It’s been almost seven months since you left us. I wonder if you are watching over seeing me go back to school, making something of myself, trying to be a better person while I am still here. I wonder if you are watching over mom in Texas keeping her safe from harm. I wonder if you see Grammie, seeing how sad and lonely she is without you and how it hurts my heart every time I visit with her, listening to her pain of losing you. I pray that I see you again someday. I hope you know just how much we all love you and think about you. We all miss you terribly, but we know that you are in a better place. You are no longer suffering. I love you Grampie and until we meet again, always know that you have a very special place in my heart, always and forever. Your little Sally.
effect essay take 2
It seems like just yesterday when I was thirteen years old when my father and stepmother sat me down to tell me my father was going in to have open heart surgery. They didn’t explain a lot to me regarding the surgery however; they did explain that I would be staying with my aunt and uncle for the week while they were in Portland for the surgery. They then explained to me how when my father returned home, he would be in severe pain, out of work for at least three months, and due to the severity of the surgery if anyone were to catch a cold, flu, or worse we would not be able to enter the house for fear my father would get an infection. Looking back on it now, I thank God that the surgery went well and my father is healthy. I never realized that he could have been disabled or could have possibly past away if there would have been complications in surgery or when he came home.
I remember the day my father went into surgery. I had school and I wasn’t able to concentrate due to the fact of the unknown. It was a lot for my little thirteen year old brain to comprehend. I was so nervous and scared that there was a chance my father wouldn’t be ok. The doctor had a lot of hope for the outcome of the surgery. He gave my father and our family great odds that all would go well. I remember running up to my Aunt’s house when I got off the bus after school that day just hoping that there would be good news when I walked in the door. It was a big relief to hear my step mom’s voice telling me everything went well and my father was resting comfortably. After hearing those words and the comfort of my step mom’s voice, I felt a wave of relief come over me and all I could do was cry.
With open-heart surgery, the doctor was concerned that there could have been a possibility of my father coming home disabled. Since my father had only one valve working at the time, the doctor’s were a little unsure as to what else they may find once they opened him up. They knew however, it was crucial for them to get two pig valves in place in order for my father to survive another year. Had he came home disabled; the court may have ordered me to live with my mother, since he may have been deemed “incompetent”.
The thought of my father passing away is too great to bear. I get very upset at even the thought of it still since my father is my best friend. My father and step mom never spoke a word to me that this could have occurred, but without a word spoken we all knew that there was a chance with such a rigorous surgery. The only thing we could do was pray that all went well once the doctor’s preceded. Of course, the outcome of him passing away from him not having surgery was a greater threat.
Twelve years later the pig valve’s they put in my father are still doing their job and I’m still able to put gray hairs on my father’s head. He goes every year for a checkup to make sure everything is going well and although the three months recovery he had was lengthy, tough and agonizing for everyone, we all know in the back of our minds that with no surgery he would not be here today.
I remember the day my father went into surgery. I had school and I wasn’t able to concentrate due to the fact of the unknown. It was a lot for my little thirteen year old brain to comprehend. I was so nervous and scared that there was a chance my father wouldn’t be ok. The doctor had a lot of hope for the outcome of the surgery. He gave my father and our family great odds that all would go well. I remember running up to my Aunt’s house when I got off the bus after school that day just hoping that there would be good news when I walked in the door. It was a big relief to hear my step mom’s voice telling me everything went well and my father was resting comfortably. After hearing those words and the comfort of my step mom’s voice, I felt a wave of relief come over me and all I could do was cry.
With open-heart surgery, the doctor was concerned that there could have been a possibility of my father coming home disabled. Since my father had only one valve working at the time, the doctor’s were a little unsure as to what else they may find once they opened him up. They knew however, it was crucial for them to get two pig valves in place in order for my father to survive another year. Had he came home disabled; the court may have ordered me to live with my mother, since he may have been deemed “incompetent”.
The thought of my father passing away is too great to bear. I get very upset at even the thought of it still since my father is my best friend. My father and step mom never spoke a word to me that this could have occurred, but without a word spoken we all knew that there was a chance with such a rigorous surgery. The only thing we could do was pray that all went well once the doctor’s preceded. Of course, the outcome of him passing away from him not having surgery was a greater threat.
Twelve years later the pig valve’s they put in my father are still doing their job and I’m still able to put gray hairs on my father’s head. He goes every year for a checkup to make sure everything is going well and although the three months recovery he had was lengthy, tough and agonizing for everyone, we all know in the back of our minds that with no surgery he would not be here today.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Freestyle Week #14
It was Friday at 12pm and I was headed out the door to go grab a bite to eat for lunch when my phone rang. It was my step mom. She told me that she was experiencing numbness in her arms, heavy chest pain, and dizziness. Needless to say, I went over and picked her up from work and headed to the hospital instead of grabbing the bite to eat. Once we arrived to the hospital, they hooked up the EKG to see what was going on because automatically everyone thought she could be having a heart attack. The EKG was normal but they gave her a sprit of nitro hoping it would ease her chest pain, but unfortunately it dropped her blood pressure to 80/40, so then they had to give her medicine to reverse that action. All night they ran lab work, x-rays, as well as a stress test. They were trying to figure it out, they thought she may have a blood clot but they were unsuccessful in their findings. Finally, they deemed her to be anemic. With the wedding just eight short weeks away that was not how we needed to spend our Friday night. However, I’m very thankful that everything was ok and she wasn’t experiencing a heart attack.
Effect Essay #6
It seems like just yesterday when I was thirteen years old when my father and stepmother sat me down to tell me my father was going in to have open heart surgery. They didn’t explain a lot to me regarding the surgery however, they did explain that I would be staying with my aunt and uncle for the week while they were in Portland for the surgery. They then explained to me how when my father returned home, he would be in severe pain, out of work for at least three months, and due to the severity of the surgery if anyone were to catch a cold, flu, or worse we would not be able to enter the house for fear my father would get an infection. Looking back on it now, I thank God that the surgery went well and my father is healthy. I never realized that he could have been disabled or could have possibly past away if there would have been complications in surgery or when he came home.
The doctor had a lot of hope for the outcome of the surgery. He gave my father great odds that all would go well. I remember being in school the day of his surgery and not being able to concentrate. I couldn’t wait to get home to my Aunts to hear how the surgery went. It was a big relief to hear my step mom’s voice telling me everything went well and my father was resting comfortably.
With open heart surgery, the doctor was concerned that there could have been a possibility of my father coming home disabled. Since my father had only one valve working at the time, the doctor’s were a little unsure as to what else they may find once they opened him up. They knew however, it was crucial for them to get two pig valves in place in order for my father to survive another year. Had he came home disabled; the court may have ordered me to live with my mother, since he may have been deemed “incompetent”.
The thought of my father passing away is too great to bear. I get very upset at even the thought of it still since my father is my best friend. My father and step mom never spoke a word to me that this could have occurred, but without a word spoken we all knew that there was a chance with such a rigorous surgery. The only thing we could do was pray that all went well once the doctor’s proceeded. Of course, the outcome of him passing away from him not having surgery was a greater threat.
Twelve years later the pig valve’s they put in my father are still doing their job and I’m still able to put gray hairs on my father’s head. He goes every year for a checkup to make sure everything is going well and although the three months recovery he had was lengthy, tough and agonizing for everyone, we all know in the back of our minds that with no surgery he would not be here today.
The doctor had a lot of hope for the outcome of the surgery. He gave my father great odds that all would go well. I remember being in school the day of his surgery and not being able to concentrate. I couldn’t wait to get home to my Aunts to hear how the surgery went. It was a big relief to hear my step mom’s voice telling me everything went well and my father was resting comfortably.
With open heart surgery, the doctor was concerned that there could have been a possibility of my father coming home disabled. Since my father had only one valve working at the time, the doctor’s were a little unsure as to what else they may find once they opened him up. They knew however, it was crucial for them to get two pig valves in place in order for my father to survive another year. Had he came home disabled; the court may have ordered me to live with my mother, since he may have been deemed “incompetent”.
The thought of my father passing away is too great to bear. I get very upset at even the thought of it still since my father is my best friend. My father and step mom never spoke a word to me that this could have occurred, but without a word spoken we all knew that there was a chance with such a rigorous surgery. The only thing we could do was pray that all went well once the doctor’s proceeded. Of course, the outcome of him passing away from him not having surgery was a greater threat.
Twelve years later the pig valve’s they put in my father are still doing their job and I’m still able to put gray hairs on my father’s head. He goes every year for a checkup to make sure everything is going well and although the three months recovery he had was lengthy, tough and agonizing for everyone, we all know in the back of our minds that with no surgery he would not be here today.
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