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.