To me the essence of the night sky is a sign of romance. When I look at the beautiful blue space of our world with the sparkly stars. I fee a sense of comfort and relief. The sky is beautiful and god created it just perfect for us to enjoy. I remember when I was a child and when I was playing outside with my cousins in the night sky , I remembered when we use to just chill and lay down on the evergreen grass and just close our eye and imagine. We use to pretend that the stars represented. Another encounter that I had with the night sky was when me and my boyfriend first meet and we always use to search for the moon.
I like the moon its something about the moon that fascinates me .I am curious to know how the phases change ..lol I think it has to do something about the sun being on the different side of the world .When I was in junior high I use to try to find the moon just to have something too look for in the night sky. Anyways ...sorry I skipped the story about me and my boyfriend. My boyfriend always wanted to take me to Galveston and have a romantic night under the moon. I think that would really be something nice to do .Being there with the person that I love under the big bright moon and the relaxing sounds of the wave. I would love to have that type of experience...lol.

Blog Assignment Feb 19,2012



The two poems that I have chosen for this week is "Variation on the word sleep", by Margaret Atwood and "Hate Poem", by Julie Sheehan. The reason why I choose these poems is because the titles really stood out to me while I was reading out my choices. I really liked "Hate Poem",I liked how it was humorous but also expressed the deep meaning of the authors emotions. There were some lines that I did not understand " A closed window is both a closed window and an obvious symbol of how I hate you"(line 13). I did not understand the significance of the analogy I tried to read over and over again and I could not understand it. The other poem that I have chosen was "Variation on the word sleep". I liked the overall tone of this poem, the tone of this poem was very mellow and soft and not build with strong negative emotions like the other poem. The author uses good word choice to express the significance of the title. These poems are similar because the two authors use similar word structure to describe the purpose based on the title. These poems express different types of relationships but describe them in the same structure,

When I read "In Praise of my Young Husband" by Cathleen Calbert, my impression and comprehension about the poem were mixed to me. During the first paragraph She mentions the different relationships between altering genders then concludes this paragraph with characteristics of a women's nutriment. In the second paragraph she mentions the characteristics of divorce letting the reader a clear understanding about why mothers are closer to their sons while going through a divorce. However I don't understand the significance of the analogy about the pillows and how it relates to the poem. I guess she's comparing the relationship to the significance. of father and daughter in general . I like in the third paragraph how she uses the analogy about homosexuals about the mirrors ,I thought that was very creative .See describe the characteristics of careless young love and how I guess people handle love everyday in life. I liked the diction and word choice within the poem. With the low number of commas ,made the reader think that the writer was writing with the flow of conscious.

When I was five ,my favorite activity to do was color in coloring books. I use to ask my parents to buy them for me every time I went to the store. I use to get the Disney Princess collections, Lion King ,Barney and other cartoon characters that I liked .Coloring was the one thing I liked to do when I was bored . I was a only child back then and I didn't really like to go outside that much. The neighborhood that I lived in did not have that many children ,so I had to find something to do .I was always good at keeping myself occupied. For some reason when I was a child, color was very attracting to me .I liked the vibrate aspects of the different shades .I don't really remember much about my childhood when It comes to my creativity. No I am not an artist to day but sometimes I like to color to relax and to get my mind off of certain situations.(Sorry this is not a perfect ,imperfect story)

My Perfect First Day of School

I remember my first day of school like I remember the first day I saw my baby brother being born freshly into this world.I was about four years old and my mother had enrolled me into pre- school. My memory was not all that great acorrding to the ethics of psychology,so I can't tell you the name of the school...sorry.My combed my hair with a bow and dressed me all pretty for my first day of school.Long story short,I remember my mother talking to my teacher (but at the time I was not aware she was my teacher).Then... she walked away .I began to get scared because my mother was leaving me.The farther she walked away the mor my tears began to fall form my face.By time she was at the door, my cries became a combination with screwaming .As I became more out of control with my behavior, the teachers came towards me to calm me down.After twenty minutes of acting like my mother didnt teach me any home training.I threw up vomit on all the staff members who were around me. My sad a glommy cries transformed in to "kiddy happy" laughs.The looks on the teachers however...lets just say if you were me you would be laughing to.