Speech

Growing up in Boca Raton you hear speech that just sounds of greedy, money filled shopping bags that consists of cheeky, graceless gossip like little kid's arguing on a kindergarten playground.

I Pulled a Susan

My mother, although very bright, can be ditzy and forgetful. She is constantly running errands, on the phone, and showing houses (as this is her job, being a real estate agent). With all this multi-tasking, she has a hundred thoughts going through her mind at once such as what she has to do that day, the next day, who she has to call back, etc. On top of this, she has a little OCD. Everything has to be perfect, especially with the house. As I walk into our house one day I see her standing in the entrance all by herself just staring up at the ceiling with her arms crossed. The sun was just setting so it was not very well lit in my house.

“Mom, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Do you see that thread up there hanging on the curtains?”

“Um, no. It is over 25 feet high mom no one can see that.”

“Ok, I’ll go call Franklin to get up there and cut it. I look at it every time I pass it.”

Yep, my mom. It is actually really funny. Her and I always laugh when she does stuff like that because she knows she is a little coo-coo. The best moment though was when I was pulling into my neighborhood one afternoon and right when I pulled in, I saw a car on top of the water fall/ clock tower at the main entrance. It was very hard to drive around because it is a some what small area.There were two flashing apple red ambulances, three police cars, and a banana yellow and white firetruck. As I entered my house I ran to my mom and asked how long she had been home.

“I just walked in how come?”

“Did you see the accident!” I proclaimed.

“What accident?”

And there it was again. She had been on the phone while she passed the very petite intersection, might I add DIRECTLY in front of the car accident, and she did not notice a thing. When I told my dad when we were all at dinner that night about this incident, she cracked up while adding, “I pulled another Susan!”. This is what my family and I say when we do something forgetfully stupid or something that just does not make any sense. As you can guess, my moms name is Susan.

For instance, one night I had my whole family running around my house helping me search for my car keys. We searched everywhere, the car, every room, and even my pockets and hands. After a whole 20 minutes, my dad looked at me and said, “Sweetie, walk out of the house, get in your car, and get the fuck out of here.” I was very confused until I looked down and sure enough, even though I looked at my hands before, the keys were in my freaking hands. I had pulled a Susan.

My Little Nuggets

My adorable little nuggets (penguins) have been my whole heart for the past six or so years. My heart drops and melts every time I see anything penguin. Their charcoal black and snow white bodies are the most unique and tranquil shapes to look at. They are shaped somewhat like a large coke bottle with their slender, small heads and wider, chubbier bodies. Their soft texture and warm coat that can allow them to slide head first down burning cold ice. The slickness when you touch their fur and pointy, slightly curved beaks. Although most likely their smell is of fish, it is easy to ignore such a stench when you observe their little feet waddle them where ever they are going. Their tiny side to side movement as they travel along the way. These wingless birds are such fascinating creatures to watch and adore.

BMW Sensory

Today, I had to wake up earlier than usual to bring in my car for servicing. My car, which was very pretty a few months ago, has numerous things wrong with it. The peppermint red interior and black exterior are the few things that are still okay, minus the few dingy dents on the outside (which I did not do). My petite 135i is my pride and joy. As I walked to it this morning I was extremely happy that I was to get it fixed. Driving on my way to BMW grasping the sport-like steering wheel, I was comforted by the smooth leather all around me. Hearing my loose breaks squeak every time I came to a stop, made me ecstatic this morning that that would be the last time I had to hear that. That along with the dinging oil change sound and flashing orange light before my eyes. Oh yeah, and the low tire pressure light. The worst sound though, was no sound. My Ipod connector would not play my music today in my car because the lighter/charger spot is broken. Before letting this get to me, I just took in a deep, refreshing breath and smelled the adorable lady bug inscent I have on my mirror. Once I dropped the car off, I could not have been more anxious to have this same drive, just with better audio surroundings.

End of Week One

I believe all three essays were very informative. Each writer, although all had a different lesson, were somewhat humorous. All of the philosophies give advice and lessons on how to grow as a writer and think of different things so you are not thinking you are a complete failure with your paper. They all show you that not only do all writers have trouble with their papers, but that you will learn and grow form them. They were well written and were a good catch to read because of the light humor in them. 

Anne Lamott’s “Shitty First Drafts” made me feel better about my first paper. It reassured me that all first drafts are well, “shitty”. She spoke about how even great writers have that terrible first draft. Knowing this, can help boost many writer’s self-esteem when writing their papers.  She also talks of how no one will see it, so its okay if it is that terrible. Anne Lamott’s philosophy was some what similar to Lorrie Moore’s “How to Become a Writer”.

Her reading was showing how you can grow from your writings and find something you can write about. She talked of how she always failed at her own writings. It shows how even if you are not strong at one point, like her characters inability to make a good plot, you can be strong at something else, like her ability to write very good, descriptive details. It is written in second person and is a very quick and direct view of a perspective growing. 

This is much different though than Gail Godwin’s “The Watcher at the Gates,” who is saying how we all have are own Watcher. He explains how you control this Watcher and keep him in check so he does not disrupt us or complicate our writings. We have to make sure he does not put our writings off or block our ideas. I learned a lot from his reading. It taught me that when you have a brain block or something stopping you from writing, you need to sit back or think of a way to get that “watcher” to not stop you, but help create ideas and write your paper. 

Being Digital

I have invested much of my time and self into online communities. Of course, the first social network everyone was a part of, Myspace. I spent the majority of my time decorating and updating my page as well as talking to friends. Then, Facebook. Facebook is now the biggest social network and well, what was incorporated throughout my everyday life. I realized any one I talked to on Facebook, I could also just call or text. It always causes a lot of problems; so, with these realizations in mind, I recently deleted my Facebook.

I do not pay any bills online, but I do sometimes shop online.  I do not do it to an excessive extent because you don't always get what you expected.


Deleting my social networks I had, has caused me to use my digital self less than I used to be. I no longer have to log on to services to talk to friends, but my digital self is still in use when using my cellphone of course.
 My physical self is more sufficient when it comes to talking to people in person and expressing emotions; the digital self is just a way to communicate by what is on your mind through typing on a keyboard.

Emotional Responses

Arriving at FSU made me realize I had a fresh start. Seeing the different landscaping from South Florida made me feel like I was grown up and away from home. Although I was a little nervous to start classes, I was also excited to say I was in college. My friend Bianca and I have the same classes, so that helped calm some nerves walking in to each class.

Just like I expected, I do not miss being home at all, having a curfew, and being told somewhat what I am supposed to do by my parents. Being an only child there was a lot of that. I still stay in touch with them every day by texting and a few quick phone calls, but as of right now I could not be happier about not living home. Living on my own in an apartment has made me more responsible and a lot cleaner, for I do not have a cleaning lady to clean up after me. It sucked getting used to it, but it's not that hard once cleaning up after yourself becomes a habit. I feel much more mature now having to make my own bed, change my own sheets, run my own errands and groceries, make my own appointments, and deal with financial situations.Coming to FSU is one decision I will not regret.