Dance Side

Okay everyone who (supposedly) still checks this blog. “All things must come to an end,” and it’s time for this blog to end.
Kitty no longer uses it, Estel no longer uses it, I’d be surprised if people still read it (or check it for updates).
It no longer serves its purpose, therefore heed the below warning:

This Blog will explode by estimated time of the end of the Fall 2007 Semester. The countdown begins now. But watch out, because the timer could be shorter than the estimated time. It might blow up in your face. . . at any time.

Thanks for the fun times, goofy messages, and crazy memories. To all: Adieu!

I Gotta Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance Right There On the Spot…..

Who else likes the Beach Boys?

Okay!! Time for 20 questions, the modified version! I’m gonna ask 20 questions, you get to answer them. I won’t be trying to puzzle some sort of information, it’s just 20 questions that popped into my head, and it’s all for fun. Please don’t answer just “yes” or “no.” That’s no fun.
Here we go!

What are you doing online right now other than looking at this blog?

Do you have a facebook?

Do you like to chat on IM?

What’s your favorite book?

What have you been doing this summer?

Did you get to do your favorite summer activity?

What movies have you seen this summer?

What books have you read this summer?

What are your plans for the fall?

What’s your job?

What’s your favorite snack?

Do you write things down to remember them?

How many brothers and sisters do you have?

How often do you get together with friends?

How often do you wish you could get together with friends?

Do you have trouble keeping your room clean?

How do you like your potatoes?

What’s your favorite breakfast?

What’s a good (or great) memory from this calendar year so far?

How many questions is that?

(just kidding. I’ve got one more question for you. the last one doesn’t count. mwahahahaha)

What would you like to do with the rest of the summer/before school time?

And there you go! Have fun answering them. I’d like to see your answers in a comment!

Now look what you’ve done. Estel and Kitty both want oreos and milk.
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oh well. must answer the call!

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Why does it bother me so much to have papers with marks on them? Papers I’ve turned in for class that come back with corrections and a grade.

I keep getting frustrated when I get my papers for English class back. Today, I finally wondered why.

I think it’s because writing is kinda dear to me. Yes, I do hope to publish a novel (or two) some day, whether it’s the “Great American Novel” or not, just as long as it’s published. I enjoy writing; I get comfortable in front of my laptop and write fiction for my own enjoyment. I’m not grading it. It doesn’t have to be fantabulous. It makes me happy. It makes me happy just to be writing it. I can let my creative juices flow, in my personal, unjudged by people, myself time.

So, why would that effect getting papers graded for class? Perhaps because the grade, the marks of correction mean my writing is not acceptable. It is imperfect. It is being judged, not mearly enjoyed. It’s not supportive marks, just marks. Not marks made by a best friend who is honest with the mistakes but genuinly wants the best I can do and shows me which direction to go. The hardest part may be when I cannot see a reason for some of the marks. They are just there, and I believe the correction marks are wrong. That is extremely frustrating. Especially when it happens every paper. Every paper I think there is at least one mark that is incorrect and, therefore, should not count against me.

Should I let it bother me so much? Most likely no. The theory behind the class is to learn and improve my writing. It doesn’t much feel like that’s happening, but perhaps it is. Perhaps it is.

I like oreos. Do you ever dunk your fingers in the milk when you dunk the oreo (accidentally or not)?