Grammatical Errors

If this blog is something you follow, or have just read enough to notice my consitant grammatical/spelling (or autocorrect typos) errors, I'm glad you've noticed. 

To be honest with you, I get this idea in my head of what I want to say and then I just go with it. No second thought, no hesitation, when the idea and feeling is there, I write what comes to mind. And when I feel that I can bleed words no longer, I click 'post'.

Nothing is ever going to be just as I imagine it in my head, so I aim to write just as I feel in this one moment. 

I actually don't like going back over and reading what I have written, I immediately begin to overthink what I've written and my word choice and it just doesnt ever seem worthy of being posted.

 It also doesn't seem like it's mine. Most of the time I forget about what I write on here until someone talks about it, or something triggers my memory. Then I will go back and read what I've written as if it's the first time I've seen these words, and as if these words weren't mine. 

I know that if I were to go back an edit my posts they would probably be more interesting, easier to read, and be over all smooth writing. 

But I like the bumps, the mishaps, the flaws. Flaws make for character. 

Dentists, Dentist Nurses, and Novels

While waiting for my dentist to see me today I pulled our my journal and began to write to kill some time (my dentist is notoriously slow) after some time the... dentist nurse? (She wasn't my dentist, she was the dentist assistant? Dentist nurse.) came in very quietly. I didn't notice her for a moment since I was so focused and my back was to the door way. Suddenly a voice came out of no where. 

"Whatcha doing there?" The dentist nurse asked innocently. 

"Writing." I replied nonchalantly.

"Whatcha writing?" She inquired. 

After a second of multiple thoughts and scenarios flashing through my mind, I replied: "A novel." 

It was true in a sense. I *was* writing in a journal which could be called a book in a sort of novel fashion. I thought for a minute about whether or not my answer held truth to it while my dentist nurse set up her and the dentists' tools to check my teeth. 

"What's it about?" She asked, breaking the silence. 

I struggled to string adequate words together.

 "I- uh- can't say..it's not finished yet, but I'll be sure to send you a copy-um- when it's done." 

She chuckled. "Alright sounds good to me. The dentist will be with you in just a minute." 

I almost felt panicky. Had I just lied to this stranger? Would it matter if I did, I mean was she really expecting a copy? I went on like this for a bit, questioning my logistics. 

I concluded that I had not lied- completely. I was writing a novel, just not in the moment she asked me. There was a novel in my head waiting to be written, and now I have just been given the push to actually write it. And so here marks the day I officially begin my novel.

Writers' Block

Lately (well since the last time I posted anything) I've been getting these spuratic bursts of inspiration, but as quickly as they come, they leave. I'm left with an idea and no where to really take that idea. I would say this my type of writers block. It doesn't happen all too often, so I don't necessarily have a method of getting around it. Mostly, I just slowly struggle through it. 

If you had to imagine it, imagine this long tunnel. It's a lovely tunnel, cement and sturdy. There is a scenic view around it, a nice hillside, trees, grass, blue skies, and funny looking clouds. You have to walk through the tunnel to get through the writers block. Okay, easy enough. I just have to walk through this tunnel. But no, it's not that easy. Inside this tunnel is jello.  The kind that's been in your fridge cooling for at least 5 hours, so you know it's solidified. Now you have to walk through this tunnel full of jello, and I'm not saying that I've walked through hello before, but let's be realistic: walking through a tunnel full of jello would be difficult. And this jello is just jello, it's yellow jello. The hardest of jello's to walk through. I'll show you why yellow jello is the worst of jello's. 

Last year in my English class I read this short story called "The Yellow Wallpaper". It was one of those short stories you read that basically haunt you the rest of your life. In any way, I absolutley loved it. The winter time you keep asking yourself, why does it matter that the wallpaper is yellow? When you feel like you can finally answer the question, it's bone chilling. 

Here is a link to the story: http://ebookbrowsee.net/gilman-the-yellow-wallpaper-pdf-d291586945

I strive to write a short story of the sorts that kids read in their English class and get haunted by. Haunted in the best of ways of course, it stays with you in a nice proximity. You don't overly think about it, but it's there when you need something to chew on, or even to guide you. 

I feel as if speaking in details of my writers block has brought me halfway through this yellow jello tunnel. I can only wait to see what's on the other side. 

Letters

I had fully intended on in my next post telling you about how great elephants are; I was going to name it "Let's talk about Elephants" because they are definitely something to be discussed. I even had a cool picture to show you as well and fun facts!  Elephants are fantastic with all their beautiful wrinkles and what not. But, something else came up that has taken precedence over elephants. (I know, it must be pretty intriguing to be jump above Elephants) 

So let's talk about Letters. 

Letters, I think, are the greatest form of communication (other than being face to face of course), especially when they are hand written. You are able to see so much more about the author of the letter and the message it contained when you are able to see the strokes and scratches of the pen on the paper. Sometimes words seem much more sincere when they are tangible.

There are a plethora of letters one can receive: love letters, random letters, typed letters, emails? Yes emails count sometimes, secret letters, hidden letters (like the one hidden within my walls), etc. Each one unique in its message and chosen form of Letter. 

What makes a letter, well a letter, starts with the beginning and end of it. The classic "Dear ____ ," or just "____ ," sets the tone. You would be surprised by how much the format of your message changes the reaction it receives. And finally ending the letter with "Sincerely," or "Love, " or "Yours truly," really seals the deal. Never forget to date your letters. They are kept for years on end and having a reference of time to go off of will bring the most genuine smile to your face. 

You know, some things about the English language really aggravate me, like homophones. I could have been talking about a letter (The alphabet letter, like Z is a letter) this whole time when I was really talking about a letter. 

I also don't like the rule that says that your punctuation must always go inside the quotation marks. I refuse that "rule". 

Before I go, back to letters. They either create you or destroy you. And they either create good things for other people or they break other people, you have to be careful. Remember: "With great power, comes great responsibility" -Spider man's Uncle 

You should write a letter to someone. Whoever you give it to, they would love it. I guarantee it or your money back. Start with "Dear", write anything that possibly comes to mind about the person or just life in general, and end with a "Sincerely". It will be fun both writing and giving it. Hopefully you get one back. 

P.S. Post scripts are definitely okay in letters.  

Follow up on Physics

Over all for finals this semester, it could have gone horribly wrong or dangerously well, and I've got to say that I really caught the Hail Mary throw and turned the tables. 

With all my grades being borderline of an A or B (or in the case of physics B and C) each final would be a make it or break it grade in the class.

I'm honestly not much of a studier, I get through classes pretty easily without spending a lot of time studying. But this last week I studied from when I came home from school to when I went to bed. Not doing a sport gives you tons of free time to do a lot of things, I like it. 

Overall, nerves were high, sleep was low, probability was in the air and I was feeling lucky. I ended this semester with all A's and a B in Physics. 

(I ended up getting an 89% on my Physics final and apparently that was enough. With the curve my teacher graded it on, it was an A. I'm not getting a B in this class next semester, I'm getting an A it's definitely attainable.)

Dreaming about Physics

The bone crushing reality of finals has almost run it's course. This year, after slacking off a great deal in the beginning of the semester, I have to decided to exercise some self discipline. A little more than a week ago I began to start studying for my finals which are this week. It's too soon to tell whether it has paid off or not test wise, but I really do know the material. 

Just last night I had a dream about doing different types of physics problems: 2-D Momentum, Force in elevators, Block on a ramp, and Motion problems. Needless to say, my physics final was this morning.

 

In the middle of my final I put my pencil down, sat back, and began to stare straight ahead thinking about what my score would be on this test. If I get anything less than an A I would receive a C in the class, my first C on a report card. I tried to reassure myself by thinking of the great deal of studying I had done, but then I thought back to the last test taken in my physics class, I received an 78. A girl, who does absolutely no homework (and you need to do the homework for physics) and constantly cuts class, relieved an 90. The frustration of my test taking abilities, and ability to perform under pressure set in. 

I finally finished the final and turned it in completely drained of all energy and brain power, it's safe to say I gave it my all. 

 Obviously, getting an A on my final is the wish, but I'm setting my expectation low hoping that I even reach that. 

I'll be sure to let you know how things turn out.