graf #20 Reaction to my own writing

I can't believe I actually have 45 things written on this blog! I have always been better at English and writing than math or science classes but I never enjoyed it. Writing was always something that I was made to do and I was never eager to get it started. I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed taking this class, maybe it would have been different if it wasn't on-line but I'm not even going to look too much into that! I am proud of  all of the graf's and essay's I wrote, and even prouder that I felt that the writing came easy in most of the cases. I named my blog Jessica's writing journey before I even knew that all of this course consisted of writing. My name choice seemed prophetic and It certainly was a journey. 

Process Essay

A few years ago my husband and I decided that we wanted to have an emergency kit in our home. Leaders in my religion have been asking us to try and prepare 72 hour kits to have in case of disaster, and it can never hurt to be prepared.  I know a lot of people who do have them already but we had never taken the time to make our own. There is a basic order of what should go into a disaster kit and then people decide what will or will not work for them, we decided to just take a section at a time. First we had to decide on whether to make my own kit or if we should just buy a pre-made kit. Then we had to think about what exactly we felt necessary to have in our kit.  Lastly, we had to figure out how much money we were willing and able to spend to make our kit.

The first step of this process was choosing whether to make our own 72 hour kit or to buy a already made packaged kit. I did a little on-line research and quickly realized that if we bought a pre-constructed kit that we would probably want to make some adjustments anyway just to accommodate to our family needs. Considering the price of the pre-made kits are significantly higher than what we wanted to pay it seemed a no brainer for us to prepare our own. This first step of was a easy one for us, we didn't have to do much research to realize that making our own kit was the choice for us.

 The second step was the true decision making part. We had to decide what we wanted in our kit. We came across a statement made by FEMA which reads like this   "The first 72 hours after a disaster are critical. Electricity, gas, water and telephones may not be working. In addition, public safety services such as police and fire departments may not be able to reach you immediately during a serious crisis. Each person should be prepared to be self-sufficient – able to live without running water, electricity and/or gas, and telephones – for at least three days following a disaster." This statement really struck a chord with us and it was clear that we don't have any clue what we would need, use or want in a situation of disaster. We found a good web-site and decided on using these four categories: Food & Water, First Aid, Tools, Hygiene.

The third and final major step of planning how to make our 72 hour kit was figuring just how much money we were willing ( and able) to put into this. We had already decided that we weren't comfortable spending a ton of money when we chose to make our own kit. We decided to find a average price of the pre-made kits and make it our goal to come in under that amount by $100. We usually pride ourselves in being frugal but we felt like something as important as this needed a good chunk of money invested. Our final amount put in came in at $ 131 for a family of 5.

Choosing to make a 72 hour kit for our family was a easy one. We feel so much better knowing that we are as prepared as we can be in case of disaster. I know that this does not mean that we will be better off than any other person or persons if a disaster actually happens but it does give us peace of mind knowing that we did as much as we could ahead of time to prepare. Now a days there are so many zombie and apocalyptic movies, books and tv shows that you can kind of work yourself up into a nervous wreck. This was something that did take a chunk of our free time do initiate, research and actually conquer but in the end it was worth it because I feel a huge weight of my shoulders because of it. 

Timed division essay

Tweezers and I go a long way back. I have memories starting around age 5 of my mother standing at the bathroom mirror for what seemed like hours with a tweezer in her hand. I never really knew what she was doing for so long with them but at that young age it seemed important and hard work. Growing up without any major male influence meant that I pretty much never got that power tool, saw dusty building something from nothing  in the garage experiences that most kids get. I grew up watching my mother use tools that were a little more delicate, like sewing scissors, nail clippers and tweezers. 

I have had my own fair share of experiences with tweezers as well. One of my favorite uses for a tweezer is to remove splinters. I have a special pair of extra pointy tweezers that I reserve just for this purpose. Say what you want about tweezers being painful and damaging when it comes to removing a splinter, but I can guarantee you that when your way of "applying gentle pressure with two fingertips" hasn't worked for an hour you will be happy to let me try with my hand tool. I have fond memories of having my mother remove wood deck splinters from our summer beach house vacations and my children will never forget me digging in their heels to get that pesky one out. 

Tweezers are also extra special to me because I happened to inherit my mother's side of the families italian style eyebrows. I still cringe when I come across pictures of me as a little girl before I learned about tweezing your eyebrows. Not only are my eyebrows full and bushy but I also have what my kids call black hair ( it's really dark, dark brown). Now I know what my mom was doing most of the time in front of that bathroom mirror. Yes, I know I could wax them but who likes to take the easy road? Certainly not me.

I saved the best for last because my final and third favorite thing to use tweezers for are to remove foreign objects. I haven't had many cases of doing this but in the past few years I have had to remove a bee stinger from my sons foot, remove a small piece of glass from my own finger after picking up a broken glass, and try to take a sewing needle out of my husbands palm, this last one didn't work and we ended up bringing him to walk in care to have the professionals take care of it. I enjoy this the best because I can pretend I am doing some kind of important surgery, even for just a few minutes. 

As you can see, I have found plenty of useful ways to use my tweezers. I am lucky enough to have a very handy husband who has taken the time to show me my way around a tool box and that is much more than I had growing up but I'll always be there with my tweezers in hand when we need that special, delicate tool. 

 

Effect Essay Rewrite

 

My parents got divorced when I was around the age of 8.  Following the divorce I don't think my dad and I spent more than 5 days together, I never needed, wanted or expected anything from him. That's until I turned 17, got my driver's license and wanted a car. This is when I decided to play the dad vs. mom game that all us children of divorce like to do. I decided that this would be a great opportunity to ask my dad for something, considering the fact that he pretty much missed everything of my childhood. I spent the next two weeks talking to my dad pretty much every day and somehow managed to swindle him into buying me a brand new Honda Civic. 

Well I got my car and life was great. I was happy as a clam to be driving around and I felt like I had done the smart thing by sweet talking my dad into buying it for me. However, looking back I know things were not as they seemed, the whole experience changed me. It had a lasting effect on my life because It was the first time I have ever pushed a little too far and manipulated someone into doing something for me. My innocence was gone and I was left with a cold, sorrowful heart because of what I had done in order to get that shiny new car I had wanted so badly. I know that innocence doesn't last too long in this day of age but it saddens me to think that the first person I "used" was my father.

 I feel like having my dad buy me the car and then leaving him emotionally high and dry was something that put a huge strain on our relationship. Granted, our relationship was never anything more than a birthday phone call and cards in the mail every once in a while, but I have the feeling that he had hope for us after all that time I spent talking to him. We have never been able to fix that estranged relationship and in my opinion it is even worse off than it ever was when I was in my youth.

To this day I still feel extreme guilt about the entire car situation. Not only do I feel bad about making my dad feel like he owed me something but I also feel guilty about how I treated him afterwards. I pretty much used him and forgot about him for a long time after. Even though I am proud to say that I have never done that to anyone else it is still something I am not proud of. There is nothing worse than feeling ashamed and unfortunately that is probably the biggest thing holding me back from communicating with my dad.

All in all this I have had to come to terms with what I did. Teenage years are really hard years to navigate and I hope that my parents both expected a little bit of bad decision making. In my book I have to just chalk this up to stupid, selfish, teenage behavior and call it a day. I'm sure that one of my three children will do something of the same sorts to me someday, and that will probably be the day that I truly forgive myself.

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Process essay intro (Revised)

A few years ago my husband and I decided that we wanted to have an emergency kit in our home. Leaders in my religion have been asking us to try and prepare 72 hour kits to have in case of disaster, and it can never hurt to be prepared.  I know a lot of people who do have them already but we had never taken the time to make our own. There is a basic order of what should go into a disaster kit and then people decide what will or will not work for them, we decided to just take a section at a timeFirst we had to decide on whether to make my own kit or if we should just buy a pre-made kit. Then we had to think about what exactly we felt necessary to have in our kit.  Lastly, we had to figure out how much money we were willing and able to spend to make our kit. .

Timed Effect Essay

 

                    Everybody has a road of life story. It's inevitable that we as human beings will be forced to make choices throughout our life. Hopefully we have been raised and taught well enough that we can see the right from the wrong and pick the appropriate one. It's my opinion that there is three ways to travel through your life, there is the simple choice of going with the flow, there is the exciting choice of traveling the low road and then there is the harder, sometimes lonely high road. I have never been one for a challenge but I have somehow been able to stick it out on the high road.
                   Always choosing the high road has had a huge effect on the amount of friends I have. I don't think I have to explain how hard it is to fit in at high school when you are a straight laced Mormon girl. Now that I am old enough to look back at those horrible 4 years of my life, I thank my lucky stars that I stood my ground when it came to drugs, drinking and parties. When your in high school you feel like that is going to be your life forever, you don't see a way out. I decided to choose the high road and make smart choices of who I hung out with ( however small that group was) and what "extracurricular" activities I participated in.
                   Becoming pregnant at 18 and un-married had a huge impact on my life. I obviously had veered of that high road I had been doing so well with. I was pressured by a lot of important people in my life to give up the baby and move on with my life. I had goals and was busy working towards accomplishing them when I hit a little pot hole on the road of life  and detoured off for a bit. I made the biggest choice of my life by deciding to keep the baby and get married, and this was a direct effect of my earlier choice to try and choose the high road at all times and in all places. I never regretted that decision, despite the negativity I received from my family members. 
                     Choosing to marry my husband after I found out I was pregnant could have been a huge mistake. I really don't know why I felt so confident to do so. I was being faced with lots of opposition from my family who all thought I was way to young to get married and that there was no possible way that our marriage would ever work out. Eight years later we are still together. It hasn't been all roses and buttercups but we have made it through. I choose to take the high road when I decided to get married. I knew it would be more work than just walking away and either raising the baby alone or giving him up for adoption. Marriage is hard, if someone tells you otherwise, they are lying. But we take it day by day, month by month and year by year.
                    The Roads of life are bumpy. They are filled with more pot holes, detours and curves than any of the roads I've encountered, and that's saying a lot since I live in the sticks of Maine.  I have been lucky enough to know the road I must take. I  know my ultimate destination and can only hope that I continue to choose the right route to take in order to arrive safely at the end. Everyone and anyone can successfully travel the roads of life. It helps to have a partner in crime though, even if it was a marriage set up for failure! ( He, He)

 

Example essay rewrite

               Its been said that patience is a virtue. I totally lack patience. I know I do and I am perfectly fine admitting it. Considering I have three kids, one would assume I have an abundance of patience, however it seems to be quite the opposite. I don't take it well when my kids have "childish" accidents, or make "silly" mistakes. I would say that with each child I had, I lost a bit of patience in the making. I also have a lack of patience with the day itself. That's right, I actually find myself looking at the clock quite often wondering why the day is ticking away so slowly. My lack of patience is also a annoyance to myself, I am a big believer in the fact that our time on earth is short so make the best of each day. If that is my philosophy then how can I possibly have a problem with patience?
                 I have three kids, ages 8,6 and 4. I love them dearly and with all my heart, but boy do they drive me crazy! I know that kids act there age and mine are all still young, so part of me wants to accept there wild and crazy behavior and take it with a smile. The other, more impatient part of me wants to have a remote control for them and be able to utilize all the buttons. I would use the mute and volume button for sure daily. I find that the thing that i love the most about my childrens play habits is also often the most hated. All three have a great sense of imagination and can play for hours on end with out much more than a cardboard box and a roll of tape. This can be a blessing on rainy days spent inside but its also inevitable that whenever we are on a time crunch and need to get out of the house, my kids will not budge from there fort of blankets or game of supermarket, i just don't have the patience for that! I was told as a child that kids are supposed to be seen and not heard, and as I mentioned before I am a only child, so I'm sure that most of my lack of patience with my kids stems back to that and the fact that I never had to deal with extra noise in my house. My lack of patience with my children is the one thing that I find myself consistently working on in my life on a daily basis. I wish more than anything that I would be able to interact with them on a better level and show more compassion and patience. 
                   I also have a lack of patience with the hours in the day.  You know that feeling you have when you are waiting for a special day to come and you jsut want those days previous to it to go as fast as they possibly can ? Welcome to my world because that's  pretty much how i feel all the time. Those 24 hours go as slow as a snail and I am desperate for them to go faster than they do. I know this is not the norm, actually it may be the exact opposite of most people ; who feel there isn't enough hours in the day.  I however, pack my day full of all the things I consider "on track" with my goals like taking classes at school, volunteering within the community, and my oh so never ending church related commitments. When  I am finished  I just want the day to be done, I don't have any patience for those extra hours of relaxation.
                My life hasn't turned out exactly how I had imagined it would, but lets face it, thats the way life is, right? When I was younger I had great, dramatic plans for my life after high school, I never imagined I would have gotten pregnant as a senior in high school. I put my plans on hold and have waited 8 years since my first child was born to pick up where I left off. When I was nothing more than a stay at home mom, I had  lost that intenseness for life, I could see this happening and was disturbed by it but too far gone into domestic bliss to do much of anything about it. Now that I am in college and all my kids are in school all day I have found that drive again. Along with this drive comes my impatience. I want my life in order now!  
                 I've always known that I want things when I want them and that life doesn't exactly work that way. I guess I would say its a good thing that I am overly optisimistic because if I wasn't then my life would be a constant disappointment. It's an understatement when I say that I lack patience, not only do I lack patience dealing with my family and in tsmy personal life, but I am so bad that I actually have no patience for life in general. I don't know what has made me this way and I don't know how exactly I should go about changing this but I do know that there has been and always will be 24 hours in a day and noisy children so I better just get used to it. 

Example Essay Intro

It's been said that patience is a virtue. I totally lack patience. I know I do and I am perfectly fine admitting it. Considering I have three kids, one would assume I have an abundance of patience, however it seems to be quite the opposite. I don't take it well when my kids have "childish" accidents, or make "silly" mistakes.  I would say that with each child I had, I lost a bit of patience in the making. I also have a lack of patience with the day itself. That's right, I actually find myself looking at the clock quite often wondering why the day is ticking away so slowly. My lack of patience is also a annoyance to myself, I am a big believer in the fact that our time on earth is short so make the best of each day. If that is my philosophy then how can I possibly have a problem with patience?

Graf #19 Reaction to timed essay

I actually was totally fine with the timed essay. I usually work much better under pressure and procrastinate until I absolutely have to do something. Having a timed essay, even though it was the "honor system"  gave me that extra push to get it done in time.  I was really worried that it wasn't enough of a contrast essay and that I would receive negative comments about that, but it seemed to be well received. Maybe it's because GOldfine felt pity on me for all the re-writes I have had to do ?? Just kidding. I haven't checked since I posted my essay but at that time I was the only one who had chosen the "dirt" topic. It made me feel good to know I was going the adventurous route!

Timed Contrast Essay

               I don't remember much of my childhood. I am a only child and my parents divorced when I was eight years old, after that I grew up with a really overprotective, borderline agoraphobic mother. I'm not going to straight out say that she ruined my childhood, but she pretty much did. I never got to experience all those "dirty" adolescent things that all the other kids did, I couldn't play school sports,   I wasn't allowed to run around playing outside with my friends and we never went camping or spent any great deal of time outdoors. I made it my goal as I became a adult that I would experience the world more than I was ever  allowed to.
             I started small by working on adjusting my screwed up view of what having a dirty house meant. I began slowly cutting down my cleaning regimen. There's one thing to have a clean house and there's another thing to be consistently cleaning in order to have a spic and span house. I've learned over the years that unless you are in a hospital, nothing needs to be sterile. This is still something I struggle with once in a while. I need to allow myself to have some "dirt" in my house. I still find myself choosing to do the dishes instead of playing a rousing game of UNO with the kids. This is definitely a work in progress.
                It took me a while but now I really enjoy playing out side in the dirt with my kids.This may sound like such a small task but when you grow up never doing this you find yourself thinking of this as such a strange concept. I actually felt like it was weird to be outside "choosing" to get down and dirty with nature! Now there's no hesitation and we spend our afternoons climbing trees, digging in the dirt, making mud pies and playing every out door game or sport that we can think of. I don't mind how "dirty" we get or how hard it is to get the grass stains out of our clothes because it's all worth it to me.
                 We never really took advantage of the camping and hiking opportunity's  there were when we lived in Arizona. I just wasn't at that mentality yet to be able to get that "dirty", especially Arizona dirt, because it's basically sand and in my eyes that's way worse than soil. Hiking and camping in Maine came slowly, but surely. We started off at campgrounds where we rented cabins and had all the "luxuries" like bathrooms and camp stores, I still had a hard time with feeling "dirty". Eventually as time went on and we had camped more and more, we made our way up to Peaks-Kenny state park where there's still all those luxuries, we just stayed in a tent this time. One step at a time is what I tell myself, and as long as I feel my kids are getting all the experiences that a child should have then I am going to be happy with that.
               My motto for my life is "Have no regrets" and this story is a perfect example of why. I have spent so much time blaming my mother for the way she raised me and the sheltered life she made me live. It took me years of trying new things and hating them all because I felt "dirty" and unkempt.  I am so grateful that I could overcome this oppression that she put me through and move on with my life. I enjoy every single minute of the time I spend outdoors getting "dirty" with my kids. If I don't have grass stains and dirt spots on my kids clothing at the end of the day then I know we didn't have as much fun as we could have. I am by no means a extreme outdoorsy person and I am not even in as good shape as I could be, but it doesn't mean that I don't enjoy being outside and in nature getting fresh air and dirty. 

Contrast Essay

              Some people prefer to live in a small town. Others prefer to live in a big city. Which do I prefer? If you have asked me 2 years ago I would have told you without hesitation, City. It's now been three years since my husband and I uprooted our three kids from our hometown of Phoenix, AZ and moved cross country to the small town of Harmony, Maine.  I am currently undecided, there are pro's and con's to both city and rural living and I am still figuring them all out. There are so many differences between living in a big city and living in a small rural area, even though there might only be a couple hundred of miles between you and what you used to know, you might as well be in a whole new country.
              I do know that most people need to work to make a living and it just seems to me that getting to and from work is easier in a big city. There are less people living in small towns and therefore less public transportation. If you want to get anywhere you need to have your own car. I've also learned quickly that in small towns, especially small Maine towns; the road conditions aren't the same as in the city. There may be bumps, unfilled potholes and plain old falling apart pavement heaves. This can reek havoc on your car and is definitely not a perk, this is something we experience all the time in Harmony. In the city it's quite common for the workplace to be within walking distance or at least a close drive, but in small towns like Harmony;  unless you are working at the town's country store of laundromat/ tanning/ movie store you will end up driving at least an hour. This has personally been a huge challenge for my family because It's bad enough that my husband is gone before the kids wake up and then works a 10 hour work day but he then has to drive an hour just to get home. To some this might be the price you pay for the peace and quiet of the country.
               Everybody needs a little fun in their lives, and I am certainly no different. What I had missed most of city living was all the entertainment options. When you live in a big city, you have much greater access to a variety of venues and you are exposed to all sorts of different cultures. I missed all the places I could shop and all the restaurants that we could check out .By contrast, small towns generally don’t get nearly as much variety, and everything closes so early; but most people in small towns can and do drive to nearby cities to take advantage of amenities like the shopping and concerts and so on.  I don't miss any of that anymore, I enjoy the peace and quiet of the small town I live in and have no desire for all the hustle and bustle. We have lakes all around us so there's always an opportunity to fish, swim, boat, and tube. We also have a few snowmobiles and there are tons of trails to use them. There's never a boring moment in my town of under 1000  residents and even though I never, ever thought I would become a homebody, I am now, and I am pleasantly surprised.
             We owned a beautiful 2 story house with 4 bedrooms and a loft in Arizona. When we found out we were moving to Maine we put it on the market and because the housing market was just beginning to collapse it sold quickly. We sold it for a good price which was really exciting but since we were inheriting my father in laws house I knew I wouldn't be able to enjoy picking out what I really  wanted in Maine. I had visions of all the old, well kept country homes that you see on the cover of L.L. Bean, what I got instead was a house the color of lime sherbert with wall to wall wood paneling, a falling apart barn and 40 acres of land. I have done some traveling across Maine in the time I've been here and have found that it really is just hit or miss when it comes to the condition, style and quality of the homes. On the same road you can find a three story colonial, a double wide trailer and a small ranch with a failing roof.  I have to admit I originally was afraid of the land we had because  I was only familiar with what we had in the city, small dirt backyards with concrete block walls to separate you from your neighbor. When I lived in the city I felt like large yards were overrated and just caused more work than you would want, boy was I wrong! I have fallen in love with our 40 acres and all the freedom, privacy and safety that it implies for our family.

            I've been living here in Maine for a little over three years and even though my homesickness for big city living in Arizona has subdued for now, I don't think I am ready to make my mind up about staying here in the "country" forever. I do prefer to live in my small isolated town in Maine right now because I think it's the best place to raise a family. I like the feeling of community, of "everyone knowing everyone," and all the small town happenings. I used to be afraid of how everyone knows your business in Harmony but I have come to learn that being part of a close knit community doesn't mean you're involved with everyone on a daily basis. In a small town you can be as involved or uninvolved as you'd like, and that works just fine for me!

First three annotated source list

 

 

 

 Zelman, Kathleen. "Lose Weight Fast: How to Do It Safely." WebMD. 17 Nov. 2010.  <http://www.webmd.com/diet/guide/lose-weight-fast-how-to-do-it-safely>.

 

I liked this article because it clearly told you the best way to lose weight without crazy diets.  I also liked how simple and easy it was to read and understand exactly what they were trying to say.

 

 

 "22 Weight Loss Do's and Don'ts" Health Status. 1 Nov. 2011.

<http://www.healthstatus.com/health_blog/2011/11/01/22-weight-loss-do%E2%80%99s-and-don%E2%80%99ts/>

This article was great because it had so much good information in it. I could answer a few of my question based on what I learned reading this article. 

 "Over the counter weight loss pills: Do they work?" Mayo Clinic. 11 Feb. 2011. <http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/weight-loss/HQ01160>

I found that I like how Mayo Clinic sets up their articles. I will use this same website to continue my research on prescription weight loss pills. Plus, Mayo Clinic is a well known name and I would assume that this attaches with trustworthy information.

 

 

 

graf 2 of contrast essay Revised

Everybody needs a little fun in their lives, and I am certainly no different. What I had missed most of city living was all the entertainment options. When you live in a big city, you have much greater access to a variety of venues and you are exposed to all sorts of different cultures. I missed all the places I could shop and all the restaurants that we could check out .By contrast, small towns generally don’t get nearly as much variety, and everything closes so early; but most people in small towns can and do drive to nearby cities to take advantage of amenities like the shopping and concerts and so on.  I don't miss any of that anymore, I enjoy the peace and quiet of the small town I live in and have no desire for all the hustle and bustle. We have lakes all around us so there's always an opportunity to fish, swim, boat, and tube. We also have a few snowmobiles and there are tons of trails to use them. There's never a boring moment in my town of under 1000  residents and even though I never, ever thought I would become a homebody, I am now, and I am pleasantly surprised.

Graf # 18 isearch progress report

I have begun my research by taking your advice and checking out google groups. There is so many groups for weight loss out there and google does a great job and having them organized so well. I don't to a lot of the actual "google groups" and don't want to have to apply and all that, so I am just using this tool as a more concentrated search tool. I also have done research on a ton of different diets, I still need to figure out a good way to narrow these down as I don't want the whole isearch to be only on diets but there are just so many out there! I think I am going to focus on just 1. low-carb, 2. low sugar, 3. low calorie.  That's about all I have done so far.

Contrast Intros # 1 and # 2 REVISED

Intro # 1 :

Some people prefer to live in a small town. Others prefer to live in a big city. Which is better? I guess it all depends on who is being asked. There are pro's and con's to each, and different kinds of people have different tastes as to where to live. I've been lucky enough to experience both within recent years, I moved to Harmony, Maine population 954 from Phoenix, AZ about 3 years ago. Even though I don't think I'm ready to make a decision on which I prefer, I can say that it sure is a culture shock. Moves are notoriously hard on anyone but when a huge uprising gets added to the mix, you just don't know what the emotional response will be. I pretty much freaked out immediately after arriving in Harmony, I actually went to see a therapist to "talk" about how crazy I felt people lived here, needless to say she thought I was the crazy one.



Intro # 2:

Culture shock. That's what you get when you take someone from a big city and place them in a small rural town. There are so many differences between living in a big city and living in a small rural area, even though there might only be a couple hundred of miles between you and what you used to know, you might as well be in a whole new country. I had a huge move about three years ago, I moved to Harmony, Maine with a population of 954 from Phoenix, AZ. I still haven't decided If I prefer it here, and If you're trying to find out what's the better choice for you, it might be helpful to weight the pro's and con's of each.There are advantages to both and you'll get different answers if you ask around for preferences, it all depends on who you ask.

Classification Essay

 Growing up I don't think I paid any attention to whether someone's house was clean or dirty. I just remember playing over at different friend's houses, but I never cared about what they looked like. Later in life I began paying more attention and soon realized that some people are " put things away in the right spot and call it clean" people while others are " everything needs to be wiped and dusted " people and then there always seems to be the " I have plenty of better things to do than clean so screw it" person. It's interesting to me that you never really know what someone's cleanliness level is until you have been inside there home. I have quite a little group of stay at home moms that I hang out with on a regular basis, they are all great, wonderful women but let me tell you; not one of them are the same when it comes to how they keep there home.
 Let's start with the "put things in the right spot and call it clean" classification. I've come to the  assumption that this is how the majority of women clean, simply because it's the easiest, quickest way to get noticeable results. I'd say that this style works really well for women who have a lot of random drop in house guests. I personally have used this style of cleaning on so many occasions I can't count, it's perfect for when the kids have a play date over because you want the house to look good for when the parent drops the kid off but you know darn right that it's not staying that way for long with an extra kid over. I have one friend who has a cute little cozy home that's way too small for her family of six, but she makes it work because she always has everything in it's place. My lessons learned: A neat, tidy home looks larger than it really is, and even if it looks clean, that doesn't automatically mean it is clean.
 Moving on to the " I don't want to see a speck of dust " classification. This is what I call the military style of cleaning. This takes a real intense house wive to complete such a task, and is usually associated with a huge type A personality. I know one woman friend of mine who runs her household with an iron fist and it shows in all aspects, especially in the shine on her linoleum floors! She must have her house spic and span all the time. I literally have been to her house at least 100 times and it never ever looks any different, that's just not normal. Lesson Learned: There isn't enough time in our life to worry about having a immaculate home 24/7, and no-one is happy with a stressed, anal momma.   
 Finally we get to last style of cleaning for classification, the "I don't give a rat's behind". The person with this idea of cleaning obviously doesn't care what her house looks like. This can be because she is either too busy with other projects or duties that take precedence in her life and simply can't find the time to get any cleaning done. I'd like to think that this is the case for all the people with this going on because if it's not the case then it means they are just too downright lazy to do it. I do admit that cleaning is a job, no-one likes to do it and it can take a lot of hard work and elbow grease, but come on people! My best friend in the whole world happens to be guilty of this lifestyle, she happens to be the one who is just too busy with all the other responsibilities in her life to get some scrub time.
Lesson Learned: When it all boils down, how a person keeps there house doesn't define them in the least. Someone can have it all together in all other aspects in there life and just decides to let the housework slide.
 So it is pretty obvious now that I have spent too much time for my own good focusing on cleaning habits. I don't think there is anything wrong with either one of these types, I just can't help but make quick judgements based on how clean they keep there home. I have spent a ridiculous amount of hour's analyzing and scrutinizing others cleaning styles.  And for what! These are my friends for goodness sake, women I love as much as sisters and what kind of respect do I show them? I apparently have nothing better to do then pay way to much attention to these mundane tasks. I seem to be stuck in this inner battle of mormon; wanna be perfect jessica vs. human; mentally flawed jessica. I already know I have a case of OCD when it comes to my own cleaning but it sure as heck doesn't mean that anyone else has to be as crazy as me in order to keep their own home clean, and more importantly if one of my best friends decides to ignore her domestic duties then so be it, that only makes for more time to spend hanging out!

Classification Essay Outro

So it is pretty obvious now that I have spent too much time for my own good focusing on cleaning habits. I have spent a ridiculous amount of hour's analyzing and scrutinizing others cleaning styles. And for what! These are my friends for goodness sake, women I love as much as sisters and what kind of respect do I show them? I apparently have nothing better to do then pay way to much attention to these mundane tasks. I seem to be stuck in this inner battle of mormon; wanna be perfect jessica vs. human; mentally flawed jessica. I already know I have a case of OCD when it comes to my own cleaning but it sure as heck doesn't mean that anyone else has to be as crazy as me in order to keep their own home clean, and more importantly if one of my best friends decides to ignore her domestic duties then so be it, that only makes for more time to spend hanging out!

Classification Intro # 2 REVISED

Growing up I don't think I paid any attention to whether someone's house was clean or dirty. I just remember playing over at different friend's houses, but I never cared about what they looked like. Later in life I began paying more attention and soon realized that some people are " put things away in the right spot and call it clean" people while others are " everything needs to be wiped and dusted " people and then there always seems to be the " I have plenty of better things to do than clean so screw it" person. It's interesting to me that you never really know what someone's cleanliness level is until you have been inside there home. I have quite a little group of stay at home moms that I hang out with on a regular basis, they are all great, wonderful women but let me tell you; not one of them are the same when it comes to how they keep there home.

Classification Intro # 1 REVISED

As I've gotten older I have learned that there are three types of people when it comes to cleanliness, there is the "everything has to be in order and in it's place" person, there's the " I don't want to see dust on any surface" person and then there is the "I don't give a rat's butt what my house looks like " person. I have an awful habit of noticing immediately what "type" a person is as soon as I enter their home. I don't think there is anything wrong with either one of these types, I just can't help but make quick judgements based on how clean they keep there home. I'm just a young, married woman with kids, but let me tell you, with my group of stay at home mommy friends I have certainly seen my share of "different cleaning styles".

Graf # 17 Reaction to comments on cause essay

 Considering that after Goldfine read my first intro and thought I was going to write about the three reasons why I put off going to school, but I had actually planned on writing about the three reasons why I did end up going to school, I was really really nervous about what final comments I was going to receive after the whole essay was completed. I had swayed back and forth about either sticking to my original plan, or going for what Goldfine had thought I was leading up to. I decided to stick with my original plan and this was the comment I received-  "Almost yes, but graf 3 does not work--not sure how Arizona and Maine winters tie in to personal fulfillment or, really, how personal fulfillment is that different from the material in graf 4.So, think about ways to make graf 3 work in a rewrite. Everything else is fine."  First reaction- Wow, Ok, I have to do a little revising but he didn't make one peep about the direction I choose to go with the reasons. I can totally deal with that. So I wiped out Graf 3 and re wrote it. This is the response I got to that- "Okay, no regrets with graf 3. I'll take it and I'll take the essay at full credit. Cheer up! "Writing is Rewriting" is the 101 motto!"  I immediately thought  Woo hoo!! Ok, so I wined a bit about re-writing but at least it only took one time. Plus he added a cute little slogan to make me feel better. Good deal. I was a happy camper. 

Reaction to classification essays

I hope you don't hold this against me but I don't think I like the classification essay's. Not because the writing is bad or the topics are lame, I just don't think this layout or "style" of essay is my cup of tea. I am actually really nervous about having to write my own. I have no clue what I am going to write about when I get started on it,that's why I like the step by step approach you have us do. First the intro, then the outro and then without even realizing it we have most of it done. If I had to pick one of the sample essays I liked the most it would be the first one " Snakes, and snails and puppy dog tails". I liked how simple it felt compared to the others, and how she used a real life personal example and just compared it to those "sayings". I am going to try and stick with that type of formula when I write mine. Im interested to see if I change my mind at all about these classification essays after all is said and done and mine is written, I may surprise myself.

Graf # 15 Meta-graf

This is the story of what I was doing when I was working on my cause essay:





"Hello? Hey hun, yeah I know it's loud, we are at The Maine Jump so there's lots of kids- anyway I'm just calling to let you know that we are leaving to head to EMMC, so can you get out of work and meet us there? Oh you know, Madison fell off one of the slides and she's bleeding everywhere, I think she needs a few stitches. Ok see you in a few. " Fast forward about 20 minutes and I find myself in the ER feeling super embarrassed as I explain to the third nurse how I don't know exactly what happened to my daughters chin because I was busy working on my English homework. I was actually starting to get upset at the looks I was getting from those nurses, I mean it's the ER for goodness sake! I'm sure they have heard much worse. All I was doing was trying to combine parenting, playtime and homework. Apparently that's not the best idea. As I mentioned in a previous entry of mine, I was pretty much anticipating doing this on-line English course anywhere and at anytime, with the help of my array of technological devices of course. To be honest I was looking forward to that. I imagined sitting in my car waiting in the car pool lane at my kids school; completing a short essay on my ipad. That dream isn't completely crushed, but the fact that my husband moved our desktop computer down stairs to be permanently placed on the dining room table was a good enough hint for even me.

Cause Essay (Revised)

I come from a very large Italian family who love to get together and basically just talk and eat, eat and talk. Because of this I think I have been asked about 100 times "What made you go back to school?" At first I was taken aback and didn't even know how to answer. It took me a while to ponder and formulate, but once I knew, it all made sense.This is the story of the why's.Why I decided to go back to college after 8 years, a husband and three kids later.  I remember the day vividly. The day that I decided I was going to go back to school. I knew this was something I had to do, and I've known it for a long time.

 My husband and I had actually been toying with the idea for a few years, but somehow me getting a part time job always won instead. We are a family of 5 and it has always been tough living off of my husbands one income. I would always find a odd job where I would only work from 9 am to 2 pm in order to work around the kids school drop off and pick up schedule. I would always have to put our youngest daughter in daycare though.  Finally it was like I was hit on the head and a light bulb popped on because I realized that working those short hours didn't mean anything when you consider the price I was paying for our one daughters daycare, plus the price of gas for the commute, and eating my lunches out. This was the first reason I decided to go back to college, because something else besides me working a measly part time job needed to be done in order to provide more financial stability for our family.

Regret is something I fear with all my soul. I never want to regret anything I have done in my life. Of course I know that no one is perfect, not even close, including myself. But I do want to try and make choices that will both make me happy in the present but also most importantly tie into my "life plan". I knew in my heart that if I never went to college, not necessarily to get my degree and "become" something, I am happy to just study and learn, that I would regret it later in life. Initiative  is a big part of "doing". It's really easy to make decisions and to think of what you want to do, but without initiative it just might never get accomplished. I had put off going to college for long enough and once I decided this there was just no stopping me. The thought of possible regret was my initiative. This is my second reason for why I decided to go back to college, I wanted to make sure that I wouldn't grow old(er) and regret not taking the chance.


I love all the little Nike slogans, you know the ones you see on their t-shirts and commercials. Actually I have always been a sucker for personal affirmations and those Nike slogans are not far off from that. Something about feeling inspired, strong, beautiful, great, or basically anything glass half full, even when your not is amazing. I have always been honest enough with myself and even others to admit that I never really follow things through. I always start with great ideas and then they end up either as half finished craft projects or me backing out of being Girl Scout troop leader in the middle of the school year. It's horrible, I am ashamed and well aware enough to know that it needed to change. This realization kind of coincided with my decision to return to school. I dedicated myself to being a student and will not let anything get in my way of following through with this dream of mine. This is the third and most concerning reason of why I decided to go back to college. I wanted my children to be able to know that once you put your mind to something you can always achieve greatness.

 So here I sit, one month into my first semester back in college, well aware of the fact that I am a "non-traditional" student. I have gotten plenty of opinions from everyone who doesn't really matter in my life, it seems that they know me better than I know myself. In a way I feel like I have been set up for failure, but I will not accept that. I have always and will always put my children and husband first but what's so wrong with wanting to do it all? I pride myself on the fact that I have kept up on all the laundry, provided a home cooked meal every night, continued my impulsive house cleaning schedule all while maintaining really good grades in all my classes. Not to mention all the boo boo's, night time book readings, early morning soccer games and everything else that comes with the job title of mom.

What I already know (Revised)

These are the questions that I already have written up for my isearch. I really don't know any definite answers to any one of them. I have vague ideas based on what I think I already know, but nothing is factual. I think that's goes along with why I believe this choice of topic was best for me, I have never really taken  the time to do any real research.

This is my basic first reactions to each question:

• What steps should I take to lose weight?

 1.) Diet and excersise.

• What are the different options for weight loss?
• What are the pros and cons of the major options?
• What surgical options are out there for weight loss and how safe are they?

4.) Lap band, Liposuction, gastric bypass, ?

• Can changes in my diet do the job?

 5.) Maybe? Probably but not quick enough

• What about clean eating, vegetarian or cutting out all sugary foods?

 6.) I know nothing about this except my husbands friend lives off of shakes and green mush!

• What type of exercise is best and how much should I do?
• Are at home programs like p90x and turbofire more effective than working out at the gym

 8.) I would like to think so but are much more intense. Maybe harmful for people not in the best shape ?

• Is it better to work out at home or at a gym? 

 9.) I am thinking it depends on personality.

• Are there any prescription medicines for weight loss?
• What about over the counter weight loss pills or supplements?

 11.) I know I see plenty of ads for these things, but have no clue if they really work or the safety of them.

• There are so many diet's, how do I know which one is right for me?

12.) I don't know but this is my favorite question because I would really like to know.

Graf # 14 isearch research plan

For my isearch I plan on using the internet which has almost endless possibilities for my topic. I also am planning on interviewing some friends and family that I have in mind who I know have either struggled with losing weight in the past or are still doing so now.  I'd like to get their thoughts on what did and didn't work for them. My husband has a good friend from high school who is now a Beachbody coach. Beachbody is the company who makes the turbofire and p90x dvd systems. I know he has become very interested ( almost obsessed) with weight loss before and after stories so I know he will have a lot of info for me. If I happen to come across one website that I think answers all my questions, I don't care because I would never use only one form of information to persuade my answers. Researching to me means using different forms of input to come to my own conclusions and/or gather facts. I have already reached out to my husbands friend and let him know about my isearch, I wanted to give him enough time to be able to give me educated answers. That was the first step on my "time line".

Outro for cause essay

So here I sit, one month into my first semester back in college, well aware of the fact that I am a "non-traditional" student. I have gotten plenty of opinions from everyone who doesn't really matter in my life, it seems that they know me better than I know myself. In a way I feel like I have been set up for failure, but I will not accept that. I have always and will always put my children and husband first but what's so wrong with wanting to do it all? I pride myself on the fact that I have kept up on all the laundry, provided a home cooked meal every night, continued my impulsive house cleaning schedule all while maintaining really good grades in all my classes. Not to mention all the boo boo's, night time book readings, early morning soccer games and everything else that comes with the job title of mom.

Intro 2 of cause essay

It was March in Maine and it had been a long cold winter. Compared to the two other winters I have experienced living in Maine, this one was the worst. I felt like I had been cooped up as a prisoner in my own home for far too long, but the time inside did give me plenty of opportunity to think. I had been wanting to go back to school for quite some time, but there was always something that came in the way. Something about the way I felt during those cold lonely months of winter made me realize that once and for all I was going to do something big for myself.

Intro 1 of cause essay

I remember the day vividly. It was March 15th, 2012. This was the day that I decided I was going to go back to school. I knew this was something I had to do, I just didn't know for sure why at that time. My husband and I had actually been toying with the idea for a few years, but it just never seemed to work out. Why?  Oh for so many reasons that I can't quite seem to recall. Honestly, it was probably due to the fact that I was so busy with my crazy family life to actually follow through with it.

Reaction to cause essays

I read all four of the sample cause essays you posted. After reading them I felt like I had an instant understanding of what a cause essay is, and what you are expecting us to do. I didn't quite understand just by reading the writing instructions you gave us. The instructions you gave us were good, and did make sense but there is something about reading those sample cause essays that really hit home. My first actual reaction to them were thinking how much I like the flow. I find myself always having too much in the middle of my writing that I think I end up with abrupt endings. I like how the cause essay seems to make it almost impossible to have that happen. There is a specific form and section for each part of your writing. I think that goes well with my way of organizing. I really liked the first essay about the relationship. I knew it had to be good when I felt myself angry at her for putting her guy in the middle of her and his daughter. I wish that I can get to the point in my writing that others will actually feel the emotion of my writing. I also liked the last one, about the marching partner. It was nice to see how much he saw in Molly, and the appreciation he had for her. There was beauty he saw in her that wasn't lust or love, more like an admiration for the qualities he knew she possessed.

Graf # 11 Research

A few years ago I decided that I wanted to have an emergency kit in our home. Leaders in my religion have been asking us to try and prepare 72 hour kits to have in case of disaster, and it can never hurt to be prepared.  I know a lot of people who do have them already but I wanted to take the time to do some research myself. I decided on making my own instead of buying a pre-made kit. The pre-made kits are convenient but they are also quite expensive and not personalized at all. I remember feeling immediately overwhelmed when I began my research because of how much should actually go into the kits. I decided to just take a section at a time and do my research that way. There is a basic order of what should go into a disaster kit and then people decide what will or will not work for them. I personally knew immediately that I did not want food that I would have to cook in there, because that means I would also need to have a camp stove and can opener etc. I also didn't worry about the clothing because my kids grow so fast and in case of real disaster I probably wouldn't be that upset if I had to stay in the same outfit for a few days. I did chose to put in ponchos and wool socks that would fit everyone.So basically I just went step by step and after about a month of research and a month of actually getting all the stuff and putting it together we had our kit.

Graf # 12 Place

I call it a lake house, my husband calls it a camp. I don't care what we call it, I love this house. As I walk down the driveway to our newly purchased house the beauty of the scene overcomes me. I look at the deck that wraps itself around the home and wonder out loud where I should put my lounging chair. My bare feet enjoy the feel of the grass as I make my way down to the sandy beach area. Our kids have already made it to the water and are wading in. They love it, and the squeals of delight they make are proof of that, and sound like music to my ears. My husband puts his arm around my waist and pulls me closer as we stare out at the lake, the colors of the sky are amazing. Purples, blues, reds, this has got to be a Maine sunset, I surely never saw colors like this in Arizona. I feel like I am in a movie scene, the crickets are chirping and the fire is crackling. At this moment, right here and right now I am the happiest women in the world, and it is all because of this place.

Graf # 10 Person

What the heck happened to him over there in Iraq??!! This is not, I repeat this is not, the same guy I grew up with. If it weren't for the U.S. Army issued name tape so clearly showing me who he was I literally would not believe it. This man standing before me was not so long ago the first boy I ever loved. We met in high school and fell head over heels with each other. He was such a sweet , caring, kind individual. These were the characteristics I adored the most, and somehow they were also the first to disappear. I can't lie, I knew I was in for a shock when the letters slowly started to get shorter, more abrupt and plain old disheartening. I am not going to give up on him, I refuse too. One year away from his family and friends, stuck living in a war zone, nothing but violence impacting your everyday experience with life. If I was in his shoes I would no doubt be worse off.

isearch "why"

       The reason I choose to research weight loss as my topic is because I haven't been able to figure it out myself. Weight loss wasn't my first choice for topics, heck it wasn't even my second choice. But after stumbling upon the realization (with a little help from my English professor) that my first two choices were just too broad, and could never be answered in a short research paper, I took a deep breath and chose to suck it up.
        Sitting in front of my computer I knew what I had to do, I typed swiftly before I could have a chance to change my mind. "I have decided to change my isearch topic to Weight Loss."  Obviously as I have explained before my weight and I have a past together. I have struggled with how to lose the extra weight I have gained from child birth.
        I am mostly writing this isearch on weight loss because even though I have tried many times to lose the weight, I have never taken the time to research all the different ways it can be done. If I don't know all my options how could I be sure that I am doing everything I can?

 Following are some questions that I hope to answer:

• What steps should I take to lose weight?
• What are the different options for weight loss?
• What are the pros and cons of the major options?
• What surgical options are out there for weight loss and how safe are they?
• Can changes in my diet do the job?
• What about clean eating, vegetarian or cutting out all sugary foods?
• What type of exercise is best and how much should I do?
• Are at home programs like p90x and turbofire more effective than 
• Is it better to work out at home or at a gym?
• Are there any prescription medicines for weight loss?
• What about over the counter weight loss pills or supplements?
• There are so many diet's, how do I know which one is right for me?

isearch background

My weight has been an issue for me basically my whole life. I was never actually overweight per say as a child or teenager, I just thought I was. I had been raised with such a bad image of myself that I thought nothing but the worst. Up until a few years ago, my weight was something that I had been basically trained to worry about. Let me back up to my early childhood and explain what I think is the reason behind my weight insecurities. I grew up with parents who fought all the time. My father was so mean to us and my mother would never stand up for herself. I am an only child so I didn't have anyone to share this experience with. My mother's weight would fluctuate as she would go in and out of bouts of depression, mixed with a interesting array of new diet fads. My father would consistently pick on her weight, she was either too fat or too skinny in his eyes. Of course I heard all of this, children always hear everything. The last thing I remember my father talking to me about before he left us for good was about how I should stop talking about wanting to be a model; because I would never be one. I will never forget that. I will also never ever tell any of my children that they will never become something that they want to become. Even though I was a nice healthy weight in my adolescent years, I did put on about 40 lbs during the pregnancy with my first child. I was adamant about losing that weight because I was fearful of what it would do to my self esteem if I didn't.  When I became pregnant with my second child about 2 1/2 years later I was actually 15 lbs lighter than before my first pregnancy. Once again I gained about 40 lbs and wasn't worried about my ability to lose it. I didn't plan on needing a c-section. This is the beginning of my real weight loss struggle. I have had a total of two c-sections and I truly believe that having the surgeries and those abdominal wall muscles being cut made it as hard as it has been. From 2008, the year that my last child was born until this day I have been trying to lose the extra weight from those last two pregnancies.

Graf # 9 object

My white chest of drawers. It's my favorite piece of furniture I own. Actually, it's more than that. If I was moving across country and could only bring one thing, I would bring my white chest of drawers. Currently, it resides in my dining room. In all honesty my dining room is just big enough for our table and six chairs. There really isn't any better place in our house to put it, so it just stays where it is despite the smirks my husband gives me whenever someone has to pull their chair in to allow walking room. Needless to say, we don't have a lot of dinner guests. I wouldn't have it any other way because this piece of furniture has a story to it and I love being reminded of it everyday. When I look at this chest I think of friendship. My best friend and I made this chest together. The story of her and I began about three years ago when we met at church one Sunday. Both of our families had just moved into Brewer, Maine about a week apart from each other. Both of our families had moved from Gilbert Arizona. Both of our families had three kids, who happened to all be just the same ages. We became instant friends, our husbands became instant friends, and our kids became instant friends. We weren't just friends who would see each other every Sunday at church and that's it, we decided to rent a set of side by side town homes and live next to each other. This arrangement could defiantly have ruined our friendship, but it only grew stronger. Our kids would play together outside every day from the time they got home from school to the time we called them in at night. We were lucky if they would take a break to eat dinner. When our kids would be playing outside, her and I would spend time together in either her side of the house or mine. We decided to make a list of things we had always wanted to do but needed a little help getting accomplished. One of these goals was to refurbish a piece of furniture. We went out to goodwill and purchased a old wooden dresser. We spent days outside in the garage working on that thing. It was soon finished and we fell in love with it. Our husbands hated it. I didn't really have the room for it so she kept it. I was just impressed with what we accomplished with our dream and hard work. We found out in May of this year that her husband would be finishing up his residency in another state, they had to leave when the school year ended. Now while our kids played after school we would pack her stuff. The day before they left our husbands packed up their u-haul. The day they left we all said our goodbyes and took a  quick walk through of their house to check for anything left behind. It was empty except for the white dresser which sat alone in her dining room. I knew right away that she was giving it to me to have as a reminder of her and of our friendship. Her husband smiled and my husband sighed, but her and I cried our eyes out.

reaction graf to isearch samples ( graf # 8)

I read through a lot of different isearch samples. My reactions are all over the place because they were written by so many people who all have different writing styles. I have became slightly overwhelmed with what a big project this seems to be. There is a lot of research that is going to need to be done, a lot of time that is going to have to be invested, and a lot of sleepless nights in order to get this work done without totally ignoring my three kids and husband. On that note, I am also extremely excited and ready to get started! I feel very confident with the topic that I have decided on. I love the fact that you ( Goldfine) have made it very clear that we need to be personally invested with our topic. I felt the connection that each student had with there isearch when I was going through the samples, and it makes for very good writing.

brainstorm topic/ideas

I have decided to change my isearch topic to Weight Loss.

My brainstorm for this new topic:


Weigth loss options :

Different options for weight loss
medical/surgical vs. non surgical

Supplements:

what is safe what is not
non FDA approved supplements
weight loss pills
 cleanses

 exercise:

p90x, turbofire or other crazy exercise programs
at home excercise videos
effective workout routine
gyms vs. at home


Diets:

calorie counting
weight watchers
can changing your diet make all the difference?
clean eating
 

isearch worksheet 2nd try

What do you want to write about? I want to write about Nursing vs. Medicine

What do you want to find out about your topic? I want to find out whether I would like to be a nurse or go into medicine.

 

What are your questions about the topic?

1. What are the differences between Nursing and Medicine

2. What are the differences in schooling methods

3.Who gets paid more and is it justified

4. Do doctors have more stressful environments to work in compared to Nurses?

Subquestions?

1. Is there a philosophy for nursing and or medicine

2. What schooling is harder, longer etc..

3.

How does the topic connect to your life?  Don't say 'curious' or 'interesting.'  Or don't stop there anyway....

I happen to have quite a few friends in the healthcare field. Some of them went from being RN'S and decided to go to advance practice nursing as either NP'S or CRNA'S. I also have a few who decided to change from RN's and go to PA school. I often gear them argue about who is more educated, who knows more etc... Because I want to be a RN right now I thought I should better understand this debate. 

Give three reasons you like the topic

1. I am very interested

2. I want to pursue a career in the healthcare field and would like to know the differences

3. I want to be able to debate it with my medical field friends

Give three ways your life might change if you answer your questions

1. I might decide to go to school for a physician assistant instead of nursing

2. It might make me feel differently about who is seeing me at a doctors office

3. I might feel completely unsure about going into the healthcare field at all

Graf # 6 Unique

I am unique in the lifestyle that I have chosen to live. I am Mormon. A member of The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints. I do not drink coffee or tea. I do not do anything recreational on Sunday except go to church, for three hours. I do not curse, or use the Lord's name in vain. I do not drink alcohol or smoke. My faith does not define me however. My life that I live has a constant relationship with my faith but I am my own person. I like to bring my kids to cemeteries, just because I think they are beautiful. I have no desire to ever own a dog. I just don't have any extra time for one.  Unlike the majority of LDS members, I was not born into this religion. I choose it for myself, and for my children by my own free will. That is unique.

Graf #5 reaction to isearch brainstorm

My first reaction was : Well, you certainly narrowed it down to anything horticultural pretty fast! Your original "list of things I sometimes think about or mess around with" had a bit of variety in it. But then "comes a bit of focus as I try to narrow down one of these topics" and you start to turn vanilla on us! By the time we get down to the  "list of potentially researchable questions or issues to be researched; in an isearch" I feel like you must have either had a wicked hard time with your vegetable garden in years past or are just oddly interested in manure. All jokes aside, I do not feel like any of your topics that were in the "narrowed down" list would require the amount of research you are anticipating us to do in order to write this "isearch". I may be wrong though. If I am please let me know because I might have to change my topic...

isearch worksheet

What do you want to write about?

 I would like to write about whether people are a product of their environment or not.

What do you want to find out about your topic?

 I would like to research the whole nature vs. nurture debate to come to a conclusion of my own.

 

What are your questions about the topic?

1.  Nature vs. nurture?

2. Do siblings have the same major personality traits?

3. Can good parents end up with bad children?

4.How do people reach to there environment around them?

Subquestions?

1. Personality similarities and differences in twins?

2. If a child commits a crime does it fall back on the parent?

3.  How much of a role do genetics play?

How does the topic connect to your life? 

 I have always had questions about this topic. Even before becoming a mother myself.

 Recently, since taking a intro to sociology course this topic has been brought back up again for me.

Give three reasons you like the topic

1. I like the idea of physiology and sociology having different theories.

2. I like learning about human development.

3. I am curious and excited to learn more about this topic and to possibly discover my own personal theory.

Give three ways your life might change if you answer your questions

1. I might feel differently about how I raise my own children.

2. I might end up changing my feelings on crimes committed by juveniles.

3. I might decide to change my major from nursing to sociology, or physiology!! ( That would be major)

Graf # 4 Reaction Graf

My first reaction upon reading your " My Best Advice to Student Writers" is of amazement. I am utterly amazed to find out that I am not the only one who has this much of an internal struggle before my hand even hits the keyboard. I would also say that the advice you give shows proof that you both love your job and have been doing it for a long time. The advice is thoughtful, and daring. I think it has to be a talent of yours to be able to dissect the student writers mind in the way that you must have done to be able to give us advice based on the way that we would be thinking. I also would like to say that the line " Who would I be willing to show this writing to, besides John?" makes me feel that you are concerned with us being proud and comfortable with our writing skills, and if we aren't at that point yet than we can make that a goal of this class.

 

Graf # 3 Inventory

Here is an inventory of the inside of my shower:

- Suave Kids Wild Watermelon Shampoo
-Up & Up Acne Wash
- Disney Princess Conditioner
- Green Poof
- White Poof
- Purple Poof
- Pink Poof
- Simply Right body wash
- Suave mens body wash
-Bain de terre jasmine shampoo
-Bain de terre Jasmine conditioner
-mens razor
-womens razor
-mango scented soap bar

The person that this shower belongs to obviously has a lot of people that use this shower. She must not care too much about the quality of shampoo or conditioner that she let's her children and husband use, however when it comes to her own products she spends a lot more money on them. What does that say about her?! She must not like the sharing of bodily dirt, because she has a separate poof for everyone. This woman adds up to be a acne blotched, busy with too many kids in her life, frugal in certain aspects, one bathroom in her house kind of  women, wife and mother!  Who also likes to spoil herself with bath and body products whenever she can.

Graf # 2 Worst teacher ever

You're what!!!??? she exclaimed. " How could you, my sweet, mousy, book smart little Jessica get yourself in such a mess?" Little did I know that was the most I would hear from Mrs. Kindle ever again, outside of the daily class assignments of course. Mrs. Kindle was my 12th grade culinary arts teacher. In my eyes this class was the beginning of the rest of my life outside of high school.  This was the career path I thought long and hard about choosing and I was determined to get good grades, great grades even. As I was walking into her office to share the bad news I never, ever, thought she would react this way. I mean, it was the 2000's. Teenage girls got pregnant in high school all the time right? Well I guess Mrs. Kindle shared my high hopes for myself and this announcement was the death blow. I left her office knowing she was upset, furious at me even. Never did I think she would take me off the role of General Manager of the school restaurant. And worse, make me the substitute hostess! Didn't she know I fully intended on finishing my senior year and not allowing this "accident" to affect my attendance? Of course she did, I told her at least a dozen times in our little meeting. She must have been too busy judging me to notice. Two weeks later, I began homeschooling and finished out the year at home. Never to be in or near a professional kitchen again.

Graf # 1 Hands

My hands are nothing special. I am nothing special. Yeah, I know it sounds harsh. I am known for being pretty hard on myself. I hate that about myself. My friends tell me it's my best attribute. I've decided that's a moot point. From a scientific standpoint  my hands are a mutation. A genetic mistake. Only someone who would really take the time to look would know that both my middle and ring fingers on each hand are crooked and slightly bent. Nothing crazy or weird, just not normal. My analogy is this- If my hands were a pair of Birkenstock's, they would be marked down and stuck with a "slightly imperfect" sticker. But someone would still buy them. They still do the job. I don't have any visible scars on them, but as you can imagine I have been the victim of 20 questions and what I call diarrhea of the mouth. Therefore the scars I do have are all in my head, imbedded flashes of the first- and last time- I have gotten a manicure, and the Asian lady who is about to soak my nails snips at me, telling me to straighten my fingers. That's just a paper cut compared to the deep gashes I received in elementary school. Lets just say that even to this day I can not hold a pencil correctly. Despite these setbacks, I am not ashamed. My hands belong to me. They are part of who I am, just one of the cards from the deck I have been dealt.

Stressed much ?!

My three children and my husband are playing a nice game of freeze tag at a local park while I sit in my car posting on my blogger mobile app. I knew when I decided to go back to school that finding the time would be a challenge, maybe that was a understatement.

All things considered I am looking forward to the challenge.