Blog #18

     I have to say it took me a while to quite understand what blogging is.  In the beggining I was taking each one as an essay.  They were taking me forever to get done.  I’ve never been to much of a writer, it always takes me a while to get one sentence down.  Its so cool how people could just want to write for the fun of it.  Its not fun at all to me.  I did it because I was forced to in order to pass.  With that being said its with out a doubt that I will not keep it up.  It was complete torture to me.  I guess I got a chance to work on my skills and it has probably made me a better writer.   I’m so stuck right now because I can not even think of anything to write about blogging.  I’m out of time for the semester but I have enjoyed the class especially the teacher.  I learned that there are many different types of papers.  I thought they were all essays.

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Blog # 15 Change

     That is very funny that we would have this on a blog because I have been thinking and talking about this with my friends.  Before my accident I was a very active, happy person.  It was almost impossible to find me in a bad mood.  I always tried to cheer people up and l was there to liven up the day.  Then I had the terrible accident that bound me to a wheelchair and took my spirit away.  I become a totally different person and everyone around me noticed.  People tried to cheer me up especially my husband Edward.  I did not have conversations with anyone just yes or no responses.  I noticed how much I had changed but there was nothing I could do to come back.  It was like I was on the outside looking in. 

      About six months after I had gotten out of the hospital I tried to go back to school but it didn’t work out for me.  I felt so alone and out of place.  I would be in the classroom then all of sudden start feeling sad and needed to step out to the restroom to cry.  Even today I can’t explain why I felt that bad.  Slowly I started talking to more people around my apartment.  My counselor kept on convincing me to get out of the house and do something.  I felt like I was ready to go back to school.  I stopped caring that people were staring at me in public.

      In December I registered and all I could really think of was I’m I wasting my time again.  As I came everyday I loosened up and people started talking to me.  Everyone at the college has always been so nice and friendly.  My attitude is better and I enjoy getting up in the morning everyday.  I’m back!  Thats how I feel.  At home my daughter and my husband seem alot happier to me.  This semester has really helped me get back into the groove.  I work hard and I’m a stronger person for getting through it.  I over the nervousness of being around alot of people in my wheelchair.  It has helped me to accept that this wheelchair is not who I’am.  I’m still the same person from before just sitting in a wheelchair.  Everyone has always told me that this is just the first time that I beleive it. 

     I have over come the idea ofr being handicapped.  I don’t feel handicapped and theres nothing I can’t do like everyone else, especially in school.  When I turn in my paper it don’t look any different than anyone elses.  If not my paper is better. Ha!  I wanted to accomplish getting through the whole semester.  Not pass or fail just get through it.  For some people thats easy but last time I only went ten days.  I’ve done it and now I feel that I could go another four years.  Another thing that I wanted was to get straight A’s and I didn’t.  My whole life I have never settled for anything less in school.  I’ve gotten an A in three classes and I don’t think I’m getting an A in english.  That doesn’t surprise me its my hardest subject.  Besides that I came a long way and I’m proud of myself.

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#13 Where everybody knows your name

      The classmates blog I have chosen to read is one of Tameka’s blogs. She is talking about her defining moment when she found out she was pregnant with her first child.  By her choice of words you can tell how freaked out she was by her pregnancy.  As I read her story it was so shocking to me because it sounds like one of my stories.  I felt a real connection with her.  She sounds like such a laid back person.

     During my pregnancy I was constantly sick.  I know some people who don’t even have morning sickness but I was not that lucky.  Like Tameka I did not know I was pregnant for a while.  I thought I just had a stomach virus or something.  Being young mothers is another thing all together and we have that in common.  She is also realizing like me that we could have started school earlier had we not gotten pregnant.  One of the little differences is that she had taken many pregnancy test and I didn’t.  I’m looking back now and thinking maybe I was in denial.  We both regret it that it set our goals back.  Like her I’m still going after my goal even if its later, because its better late than never. Right?  Both of us got freaked out when we found out about the baby but I think that normal.  What is normal anyway; who defines it?  My older sister had that samething happen to her with the pregnancy tests.  That did not happen to me but if it did I would be so confused.  I can reakky understand what she went through.  We both come from a minority group and having children young happens often.  Besides all that we are both working hard to rise above the stereotype.

     Based on this blog I would most definetly be friends with the author.  We have so much in common that it would be very difficult not to  have things to talk about.  I can tell she is a smart person too.  She is going to school and not wasting her life.  Those are the type of people i like to asscociate with.  Both being young mothers we go through similar experiences.  Me and Tameka have a better chance of having a long lasting friendship, than me and somebody who didn’t have a baby at a young age.  I think when you tend to have friends who have not been through tough times like you have they judge you.  They can not helpp it they criticize and think that your ways are wrong.  Maybe they may not just come out and say it right a way, but they most certainly don’t feel a strong connection.  This is the reason your loved ones don’t like it when you hang oout with the wrong crowd.  They say you are wjo you hang around with.  I beleive that to the bone.  It’s hard to have a friend you have nothing in common with.  Besides in her writting she sounds like a person with a sense of humor and who doesn’t like a friend to joke with!

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