It's Only the Beginning...

Although this semester has come to an end and our Monday meetings will no longer take place, I feel confidant that I leave this semester a better writer. I enjoyed multiple aspects of this class most importantly the knowledge I have obtained. Unlike past classes I'm sure that this knowledge has been embedded into my writing conscious. My goal is to continue this journey and evolution. Writing has been and will be an important aspect of my life. My experience with writing is vital to my teaching endeavors and my ultimate goal.

My ultimate goal some day is to make a living writing stories that impact generations and tell stories that defy social norms.

I challenge myself today to write this summer and start drafting a manuscript for a collection of short stories titled 'Train Stations & Laundry Mats'.

The Drive for Adrenaline

The guy that sky dived and created the flying suit with Red Bull was such an inspiration. At times I believe people are bored for a specific reason. People like recording artist tend to allow me to think this way. People are extremely talented and use their talents in a positive way. They have drive for what ever they are passionate about.

This guy was driven by the adrenaline and the idea that he could defy gravity even if it was just for a few seconds. He worked years for only seconds and minutes worth of results and that is a reflection of his dedication.

Open Mic Night

Open mic night was cool. Initially I was skeptical about how this was going to come about but in the end I enjoyed the experience. Watching and listening to everyone was fun and exciting. Even reading my piece was not as nerve wrecking as I thought it would be.

I hope that the next open mic is done in a room setting so that the distractions are minimal and the experience can be more personal. I think the connection between the literature and the audience will be greater in a room setting than out in the open.

Overall, I enjoyed the experience. Next time I will be more animated and add more character to the read.

Please Vote!!

UM-Ann Arbor sponsored a University of Michigan only video competition to create the best 30 second - 1 minute video to get students to fill out their 2010 Census.

We would greatly appreciate your support as fellow UM-Dearborn students to help us win and represent our university!

You are allowed to vote twice a day, every day until March 16th, so please get out there and vote!

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What's been happening...

During the break and this last week I've been focused on my documentary. Also, I have been filming and editing some side projections. I've come to the conclusion that I really enjoy film making. It combines my passion for writing creative pieces and storytelling and an artistic visual outlet to enhance my work. I don't think I'll change majors, education will always be my number one interest. However film seems to be a hobby and a way for me to express myself artistically.

I've also been planning some volunteer work for this spring/summer. This year I will be able to participate in A.S.B. in Biloxi, Mississippi. It will be a great experience to go down there and join forces with Habitat for Humanity. I will also be filming with my buddies and working on a piece we will show at our bi-annual showcase.

Outside of these items, I've been trying to relax and get rest.

Post Secrets

The posts on Post Secrets can be similar in many ways. The posts give us images. Just like in poetry imagery is key in a powerful piece. Also, there is a underlining meaning that may not be obvious if read or viewed literally. These posts have meaning and relate a story, or message. They are short, and depending on your prior knowledge or life experiences you can understand or take a different meaning from the post just like a poem.

A Shipwreck I Am

A Shipwreck I Am

When the waters flood the imperfections that make you who you are

It humbles you to understand you can not explore alone,

the navigator can never be you alone;

After the first storm has passed you recover and set out to sea,

but after many storms you seem to never recover,

you carry the irritation of the tides the corrosion of the winds,

damaged just a little more every time;

Waiting for the calm seas to arrive in the mist of the whirlwind,

for a moment you come to a surmise,

perhaps I should allow to be swallowed by the sea;

At that same moment the thunder no longer roars,

Your position has been shifted,

and once again you are blemished with the scars of the storm;

This time you look at your reflection,

Your carves figure is lacerated,

You begin to float ashore in many pieces,

not sure if you will ever set out to sea again;

When pain transcends the boundaries of your emotions,

compelling you to confront the past of your journey,

it allows you to realize how grateful you should be, just to be afloat.

A shipwreck I am.