Sweet Sarcasm
Thursday, December 11, 2014
A Reflection on the Not So Distant Past
Looking back at the beginning of this class, I see the writing of a girl that just wants to get the assignment done. I see nothing more than bored rambling and something to pass the time. Now, when I reread my more recent ramblings, they seem… deeper. More thought out. Like I can put down my thoughts in a way that I couldn’t before.
I believe that my biggest success for this semester has little to do with my writing itself, I mean that as grammar, structure etc. and more of what Ms. A commonly refers to as our fluency. Even in my other classes I see that writing my essays and getting my thoughts down comes easier and much clearer.
Failures, on the other hand, mostly center on anything that deals with something I am uninterested in or anything that is research based. I much prefer creative writing and things where I do not have to cite facts. In college this will probably become a bit of a problem and it’s something that no matter what i am going to have to do and even do well.
As writer I believe that I have both changed a lot and not much at all this semester. It comes quicker and my typing itself is faster. I feel more confident that I have the ability to write great things of I put the effort into it.
The prompts that we the most helpful to me have been the ones that make me think. That make me really want to make me explain my thought process. The ‘easier’ ones that had to do with food or sports I kind of rambled on and they held no particular value to me. They were just assignments. However, for example, my thoughts about the Oath of Harati by Jaques David really made me look at the painting in depth and think.
While I have to admit this has been the most unstructured, fun, and laid back English class that I have ever had the pleasure to take, it has also been the one that I learned the most about myself. I am going to miss every one of my classmates and our lovely instructor, Ms. A.
Monday, December 8, 2014
The oath of Harati by Jaques David.
This particular neoclassical painting upon first glance seems to be of swords being held away from the three warriors while with further inspections, is nothing of the sort. The faces of the three men share a likeness that rarely occurs outside of siblings; the skin tones, the noses both point toward close relations. There is no malice upon the men's faces and the arm being wrapped around the foremost man suggests a companionship as well. The stances of their feet point toward deference to the man holding the sword while the spear on the far left is held loosely and out of the way threateningly. Also a thing to point out is the open palm the man to the right is holding out with his right hand infers a sense of power over the three. Then I can glance to the far right of the painting and I see not women cowering, but women and children resting in exhaustion . This is not a direct scene of war, but of what I would assume to be a father giving his sons their weapons for the defense of his family.
This particular neoclassical painting upon first glance seems to be of swords being held away from the three warriors while with further inspections, is nothing of the sort. The faces of the three men share a likeness that rarely occurs outside of siblings; the skin tones, the noses both point toward close relations. There is no malice upon the men's faces and the arm being wrapped around the foremost man suggests a companionship as well. The stances of their feet point toward deference to the man holding the sword while the spear on the far left is held loosely and out of the way threateningly. Also a thing to point out is the open palm the man to the right is holding out with his right hand infers a sense of power over the three. Then I can glance to the far right of the painting and I see not women cowering, but women and children resting in exhaustion . This is not a direct scene of war, but of what I would assume to be a father giving his sons their weapons for the defense of his family.
Essays and Freewriting
Write your Happily Ever
After
My Happil every after
begins with a peanut buter cookie. Why a peanut better cookie you ask? Its
because ists the bestest pb cookies you couldever have. 6 inches in diameter
and a half inch thick, made with crunchy pb and all its yumminess. For a little
extra they added mand ms to it. Yum. Now at first this cookies meant nothing
other than a means to eat it but as I took my first scrumptious bite, I choked.
You see, I was 2 weeks old. My sister kira didn’t realize a tiny baby like me
couldn’t chew a marchmallow much les a cookie. Such begins a fascination with
baking. If I were anyone other than my lovely self i would probably auire a
phobia or something about flat and round baked goods. But no. I still live them
.
Its was 14 years later
and I started to think I knew EVERYTHING when I decided to create THE
MASTERPIECE. It was a pie. Lemon meringue
to be exact. The crust all buttery crisp and flakey and the lemon tart and clear.
The meringue wasn’t weepy and rose high to the eaks. Well what I hadn’t told
you yet is that I ws about to bring that pie to a fair. And that fair is my one
way ticket into college.
And college….
With one piece of clay
you can…
Create happiness. Oung,
old. Childish or stern. Clay is the basis of creatvivity. Unlike paint and
pencil you don’t have to do anything to have something. Paint and drawing YOU
have to start the process, YOU have to make a mark and go from there. Clay is
already something. Take a pinch from a block and you have a small piece with thinner
pieces pointing orward where you pulled from. Its thinner in the middle from
where your fingers pressed on it. From merely touching the object , you have
already created something new and different. Without any lessons in perspective
or shading you can create a sphere. With a few more pinches off the block that
sphere can become a basketball, a head, a balloon. You don’t have to be an art
prodigy to create something that makes you happy. IF you don’t like its all to
easy to mash, squich and remold that unhappiness into something you like. No
erasers, no primer. Happiness in out lives should be that east too. If youre
unhappy you should be able to remold it into something that makes you smile.
Even iif that clay was at one opoint a blob or unhappiness, its only a couple
smashes, rolls, and gently fingers to create something new and ifferent. It
doesn’t lose sunstanance or mass, just different.
Its yellow, more of an
ambery than yellow but not so much to be called orange either. Its while gloved
hands (both! Its not Micael Jackson L) are in a
diagonal, or I could liken it to a “positive correlation” or some such science
thing I kind of learned in high school. When I wasn’t pissing off the teacher
by sitting on the grounf… college is much nicer that way, sure I get a few
strange looks but im mostly ignored or joinded by the few fellow floor sitters
in the room. Back to the object. Its two white shoed feet are HUGE! And useful
too. It can stand alone without falling over! Kinda of too round shabpe =d ad
bulky to ever be fashionable after the 19 century but nonetheless, theyre being
worn by the object. Its head and torso are combinded into one sphereish shape.
Slightly flattish in the front and rear ad turned sideways its only half as
thick as it is wide. Through the middle there is a cylinder of space that isn’t
there and is about the perfect size for a pencil tip to fit in. If face is
rather cartoony, overly high rounded eye brows, tall oval eyes and s mouth that
extends way past the eyebrows and a bright red circle of a tongue. Anyone guess
what this little object of mine is? A hint, there a lower case white letter on
its stomach and it it were edible it would probably taste chocolatey…. An
M&M! or rather, an m&m shaped pencit topper ish thing that’s unfortunately
clear plastic and not chocolate…
Toilet paper roll
Did you know ther there
are more toilet paper rolls thrown away a week in the us as there are to fill
the empire state building… twice? Most people see them as useless and reminds
them of that post-taco night poo that theyd rather forget. Instead… THINK OF
PRIATES!!!! Tape a whole bunch of toilet paper rolls eng to end and color it
black or gold and hold it up to your eye all squinty like and yell out “ARGGG
MATEYY!!!” You can also think more artsey and cut them up and fild them
together and make really cool wall decorations with them.. after you pinch off
the remainder of the paper stuck to it. A little spray paint and wallah! A
unique something J you can also cut the roll in little rings
and create an awesome chain that will actually hold its roundish shape after
you hang it of if r your frendenemy =’s birthdat party. You can use them as a
stilts it you attach enough of them side by side with somekind of platform to
strap your feet to. The possibilities are endless! Now you just need to get out
of your heard that rather uncomftorable night sitting in the bathroom with an
empty roll waiting on your mother to throw a spare at you so you can finally
leave the oval office and instead ithink of all those projustes that you could
have done If only you had a cardboard tube.
Mine, what if there were
no peanuts?
No Peanut butter… not
fried food like were used to… George Washington carver would have not become
famous… I wouldn’t be able to sleep… honey roasted peanuts… brittle… pbj…
milkshakes… snickers… paydays… would all not exist as they are now.
And sleeping, literally
when I cant sleep I make my way into the kitchen and grab a spoon and scoop out
a gian spoonful right out of the jar and then go back to sleep.
Pocahontas: Whispers of the Wind
When my Pocahontas was but a sapling and my chest labored
for breath in my last moments, I knew that great change would happen in her
time. I knew, all of a sudden like the shrill cry of a bird in the morning sun,
that the culture we know would change forever. Histories would be lost and our
gold, our maize, would be blazed to the ground. My people would suffer great
unhealing sickness with berry stain circles upon their feverish skin. For that
moment, I knew what was to come.
But I also know my daughter, my Little Mischief, would be
in the heart of this change. I did not know her role, I did not know the ending
of her story. And I wanted to help.
With my last breath I pleaded with the spirits to stay with
her and then, suddenly, I became that breath. With my exhale my very soul
became wispy and scattered and there. I
felt the leaves of the mighty oak tickling, I carried the spray of the ocean to
the cliffs side, and I brushed my fingers through my ikwe’s long black hair.
I saw a light haired white man as a child and saw him as he
played and as he learned the prejudice of his people. I also saw his kind
heart. Who could condemn a mere child for the teachings of his father? I knew
that this white man would help my people many summers from now. For now, I’ll
watch over him.
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It breaks my heart to take him away from her. I apologize
to me ikwe even as I gently fill the ships sails with my breath.
The white man feels my gentle kiss upon his sleeping brow
and wakes from his injured slumber and looks across the calm waters to my
lovely daughter standing on the mighty cliff. Someday I will bring them back
together. But for now I will travel across the spacious waters and grant them
safe passage back to their self-proclaimed ‘civilized’ homes. I hope the
lessons learned from my people stay with him.
Where would you rather be
right now?
Australia. I’ve never
been there before but I have always wanted to. I can just imagine the warm sun,
the sandy beaches and the clear water filled with colorful coral reefs bursting
with life. I wanna surf. I’ve ever had the opportunity to before but it really
seems to be something that would be right up my alley. The culture and the
people seem really vibrant. And oh the accents! Between the brits and the
Aussies I don’t think I could ever choose which it more captivating to listen
to.
What kind of food do they
eat? I imagine that its mostly sea food but is it like captain D’s or Cajun or
Chinese? And are the creatures I hear al about, the deadly ones, really that
common? I know thay have them, but are the ‘deadliest snakes and insects of all
time’ as common there as grasshoppers in the spring?
Are they inviting kind of
people or do they dislike tourists? Maybe I would go to the opera. Ive never
been but if im going to I might as well start off with the best, if I sdont
like it then, then ill hate it all.
Smell?
I think the most
prominent smell would be the saltwater on the breeze. The misty perfume from
the ocean. Next, perhaps the spice of the food. I dunno what type of food they
eat but I imagine its full of flavor and just wonderful. I think I would smell
the sweat in the crowded coastal cities in the sweltering heat. Maybe they have
sweet smelling bakeries full of fresh bread and pastries to snack on before you
go swimming. I can just imagine all the powerful aromas that is impossible to
find in Missouri.
Sight?
I’ve never been Australia before but I have
always wanted to. I can just imagine the warm sun, the sandy beaches and the
clear water filled with colorful coral reefs bursting with life. I see little
sand crabs sctuttling nd bowworing near my feet and I see the crystal saltwater
rolling towards me and truning the sand dark. I see seashells dancing with the
tide and littlel tanned skinned children pocketing the pretty ones. Off in the
distance I see hthe tall skyscraperof a bustling citylife. The lights
reflecting off the too high windows and the faint sounds of passing cars off in
the distance.
Touch?
I feel the grainy sand
filtering through the gaps between my fingers laving my hands dirty and rough.
I walk to the water, wey sand squishing between my toes and rinse my hands off.
The cool water feels refreshing and I cup my hands under the water and splash
my sunburnt face. The sweet relief didn’t last long before the boring was back.
Taste?
In the water I taste the
salt on my tongue and it makes me thirsty. I make my way up to me blanket and
grab a water bottle to gulp down the spring fresh water. It tastes funny after
all the salt. I open a bottle of vegemite and I cant do it. I hear that around
here its used on things as often as I would use peanut butter back home. But…
no.
Hear?
I hear the roaring of the
waves and the faint sounds of cars off in the distance. I hear the cries of the
sea gulls. Laughter sounds behind me and I turn around, I see a teenage boy
getting dunked and the sputtering from his lips as he fights his irritation.
The girl justs laughs and swims away as he dives toward with a loud splash in
revenge. A horn honks off to my left and theres a boat making its way to the dock.
Story
Ten o’clock am and I was
awake and aware. I must point that out because one does not always mean the
other. You couldn’t imagine the amount of times I have been at work and I was
going through the motions but wasn’t really there. I like my job though, I get
to help people. But after a while I just want to get away and go on a vacation.
So here I am in
Australia. Alone. My dad doesn’t understand, he merely told me that I was an
idiot for traveling halfway around the world to go somewhere else that also
speaks English. I, however, thinks it’s interesting. Australia, like America,
was settled by the British. All three countries are vastly different. The
accent, culture, food. Colonized by the same nationality yet not much alike.
Maybe you could read into the fact that Australia was where the brits put their
prisoners, thinking that the deadly serpents and poisonous insects will dispose
of them, but who knows? Not all Australians are criminals, just like not all
Americans are rebels and rabble rousers.
I love it here. The smell
of the salt on the breeze as it rushes through my ajar window. I hear surfers
taking advantage of the early morning tide and I just want to go out there and
join them. That’s next on my list: learning to surf. So far I have walked
through the crowded streets of Sydney and took a selfie in front of the opera
house, and swum among the brilliantly colored reefs in the warm shallow waters.
I’m getting kind of
lonely though. I know no one here except those who I see at the breakfast bar
on the beachside hotel I’m at. I say hello, they ask how I am doing, I say
good, they say good, and we both keep walking. Not exactly the best for in
depth conversations, but I take what I can get.
Damn, I missed breakfast.
I sigh and finally sit up from the stiff mattress and shake off my melancholy.
I am in a wonderful place with wonderful people and I have just a wonderful
sunburn. Wonderful.
I put on a swimsuit and
grab my beach bag and head out into the sun and follow the sound of the crashing
waves and shifting sand. A gently breeze plays with my frizzy curls and I pass
a couple of tan skinned girls building a sand castle. A little boy, perhaps 3
or 4 years old, creeps up behind the girls and giggles. Right as they catchs
sight of him its too late, he ran through it and grinned madly. One of the
girls shrieked a name, “Kyle!” and took off, sand flying in all directions.
What is my passion that
keeps me in school?
My passion is to succeed. Im not in any clubs anymore, I
just work and study and do homework. I hang out with my friends only when all
that is already done. Yet, Im still in school. You could probably say its
because this is only my first semester and obviously I have to give ti give it
some time but I think that school activities or not, Ill stay. I like learning
new things, I like bettering myself in anyway I can. And I would hate to live
like my sisters do. Im the only one of four that’s even attempted college. Kim
is soo wrapped in a job that will take her nowhere and that she soesnt really
like but has a steady paycheck. Kira works a job she hates and cares only about
partying and drinking and her son. For all her bad points, she is an excellent
single parent mom. Crystal lives paycheck to paycheck cause she spends it all
in cigarettes and.. other things.
I cant live that way. I
want to be the best I can be. I want to be the top manager of a flourishing business
and have enough money to live comfortably and still donate to all those
charities that ive always wanted to help. I want to be able to help out my
parents and sisters.
That is my passion. I
want to succeed and stopping my education at my HS Diploma isn’t the way to go.
I know my goal, Ive made plans to reach it, and im ready to tackle the next
step towards it.
What do I fear? Fear is
such a big word , it means soo many different things to different people. For
instance I fear The lack of chooclolate in the world. Now I know tht if I had vever tasted chocolate before I
would never know what I was missing then I ouldnt be fearing it however not all
frear are rational. Phobias are irrational fears and there are tons upon tones
of the Hippomostronsadeliquipadelaphobis…
or something like that is the fear of long words. Now imagine for instance, a
young chicld sitting in some phychologists office, ale green walls and elevator
musjic playing in the distance how some kid that had this strang irrational
frear would be thinking when he got told the name of said long worded fear. I
would imagine him trying to tell is mother what the mean doc told him and then
never being able to get the word out. Stuttering and paling, even thinking of
it perhaps making him want to faint. I suppose that is doesn’t have to be your
phobia to make you want to pale at a docs telling you what you ail from. I
suppose that perspective cancer patients pale and want, ad do, faint all the
time. I don’t say this as a laughing matter, muy own sister was one of those
people. About 3 years ago sh got diagnosed with nonhodgkins lymphoma. She, me,
and our family all were devastated. Thankfully, anout 6 mnths ago she went into
remission and is starting to regain her hair back after all the chemo she went
through. I guess you could say that’s one of my fears too. Cancer. My
grandfather dies from it, My great aunt is currently battleing her 4th
cancer shes had in her llif, brain cancer, my cousin had breast cancer…. I
really don’t want to get it myself. Theres nothing I can relly do about it and
that too scares me. The thought that something might be sickening me with no
control on my part is very frightening, but that’s whtat I am. A coltrol freak.
But back to the hippomonstrosadeliquipaphobia thingy. His or her fear would be
heightened by, the very diagnosis he is told. Frightening to say the least.
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Hippomonstrosadeliquipaphobia
Im here trying to
remember where I first heard this odd word I picked out from my previous prompt
thingy but I think, and I repeat THINK that ist was one of those revolving
powerpoints that were spaced out in the
hallways in my high school. They always had different diffent did you knows and
interesting facts spaced out bete=wwen school activities and hey, don’t forgets!
I don’t think I ever just stood there and watched one of them but I think this
one stood out. It always hit me as ironic that the fear of long words was an
abnormally long one it self. But that’s life I supposes. High cschool also gave
you free crackers to eat from the nurse that you could sneak into your class
even in the classes that had that over powering noen green “ no food zone!!”
sigh on the door. ‘medical peuposes’ of course. Not hat I ever hcactiually used
them when I had a stomach ache, that what they were for I guess that thought of
going home and finishing a book were more inprotant than y pre calc class. I
still aced it thankfully but who know how much I payed attention. I used to
hate math when I was younder, but now I really likeit. I wonder why? What
changed? Maybe I had a really good teacher that changed my thoughts in the
subject. Mrs Lewis, or leis as all her students called her. She was awesome J
I always enjoyed the way she made math bearable and then fun. How that chanded
my opinion the subject completely I have no idea. Bu tnow I even look up random
math magis stull just to amuse me then im between my sci fy novels. And art
work too. I hate working on something for such a long time and suddenly, youre
done. A book series is over, A painting ios finished. Sure you can keep
rereading a book and definitely keep getting stuff you missed from it before
and re do some parts of that painting yi was never really happy with but
eventually, there only so much you can do and youre done. Bye bye, syanora. And
then you have to brainstorm on the what next. I hate having to wait between
projects even when I hate staring. Procrastination
school activities
In school. High school,
to e more precice I did soooo amny activities but to me then, it doesn’t seem
like al that much. Now I keep thinking, how did I ever get any thing done? I
had classes, golor guard, wintergaurd, cheerleading, science club, trach,
fbla,… I could probably keep going on but I wont bore you with that. I did get
it all don’t though. First place in the county science fail and captain of the
guard team, and varsity cheerleader. I really loves having stuff to do. Ween I
was between classes I did my hoimworks and during meets at track id bring along
some math homework. Still I had a social life too! I only had 2 boyfriends in
high school, about a year long fo reach. Made some memorines, some mistakes but
I learned from them . I really don’t know how I did it.
My friend jess, however,
if there was any way to lable anyone as a rel live supre woman, itd be her. She
was in all the sports and clubs I was in and than tiems that by 3. She was the
class valedictorian and obviously was amart. Popular too cause she the prom
uqeen sash giving t her out senior year. She is also the sweetest person
oucould ever meet. But I feel like I should hate her somethimes. I really don’t
but hav you ever met anyone and been like, do you do ANYwornG? But ive been her
friend for too long to let that bother me, ive seem her in heardbreak and going
through loss that I know not everything is all sunshine and daiseys for her. I
know also in comparison I haveit pretty good too. Other friends of mine
struggle with family difficulties and other problems I couldn’t ever
comprehend. But they deal with adult problems better than adults cuase they had
to grow up so fast. Its doeant matter your background to tell how far youll
succeed in life. Jessica nd I are in comapison the the majority pretty well
off, but I know some people who are going tinto nuclear enjineering that came
from realllly tough backgrounds.
Tapioca pudding
So my mother isn’t
exactly the most tactful of people and she also worked at a cet clinic. Vet
clinic plus a lack of tact exuals a disaterous family dinner time. Shell just
suddenly pop up with ramdom bits anout her day and so forth, and while by
itself that soulds like youre normal functional family sitting down dinner.
Ours was not. Mother talked about anal glands and bloody procedures that she
though were woth mentioning. And maggots. Now when I cat has a maggot infested
would then there are two things right off the bat that ais wrong. One, the cat.
Two, the people who are trying to get rid of th maggots are daeling with…
well.. maggots. Yuck. Then. My lovely mother walks into the dining room later
that night and whats are we ealting? Tapioca pudding. It was dessert and the
word maggot was circling through my mind at the same time as the lovely texture
of tapioca was n my mouth… lets just say I ran to the trash can and I have nt
once eatin the stuff since. The thought of that vile thing is now synonymous
with a maggot infesed poor little cats (never ming I extremely dislike those
animals) and my stomack clenches and gets all squirmy. Yeo, NEVER AGAIN. Ill
stick ith smooth, creamy vanilla, chocolate, banana, and butterscotch puddings.
No maggots infesting my memories of those lovely desserts. At least until, the
next family dinner….
Talking about my mother,
she really is an amazing woman. The most hardworking person I have ever met in
my life . She wanted a deck in the back year od a previos house…
Stick men pic
We are the crazy ones,
the misfits, the rebels. We are the square pegs in the round holes…. This is
the beginning of one of my favorite quote and it is by pple computer. Pause and
Note: I hate the iphone. Continue: I used to have a nice book full of awesome
quotes, the creativity ones like that oe, the cute ones like “A safety pin cant
fix everuthing, but you can always add another one.” And the hilarious ones
like “Friendship is like peeing on yourself, everyone can see it but only you
get the warm feeling.”
The pic of the six stickmen with the one to the middle
right having a squre head reminded me of that Apple computer quote and how much
I enjoyed it. Oarticularly the “we are the square pegs in the round holes”.
Cause that’s how I wasn’t to live my life. I feel like I can do everything that
anyone else can and if I try hard nough. People can tell me till theyre blue in
the face that its wrong and theres a better way to do it. The square DOES fit.
But because it isn’t as cookie cutter perfect as the rest of them means its
looked down upon. But that still doesn’t change that fact that’ its just
another way to do it. It just takes a little “out of the box” thinking.
That also reminds me, the square headed stick figure is
blue with a black head and all the others are just blue. Its like those kid
games again, the colors match with theyre shapes. I think that its another
reinforcer to help make you think the way they want you to think. But what if
someone wants to dye their hair blue? Its their out of the box choice.
Blue
I used to tell everyone
that blue was my favorite color. And I DO like it… its just the main reason I
said so was to contradict the whole “im a girl I must love pink’ thing. Reallt,
I love red. And not just anycolor red, but dark blood red. I don’t even like
blood but that certain shade of red calms me and makes me feel at home. It
probably has something to do with my chidldhood bedroom being painted that
color but I still liked itbefore that.
Maybe ive just alwasys
liked the idea of being a rebel. Ive never really been one tho. The idea of
letting my grandparents hopes in me fall is scary. I LIKE working and I really don’t mind doing
homework. I think the worst ive done is creamwrapping a friends toilet seat and joining in on an
awesome senior prank. But even then. I knew hed be okay with it and there ws
also a ton of other seniors there.
Senior Prank
It started in the
beginning of the year when my friend Jessica (our HS Validictorian) created a
fb page for all the seniors to join in to talk about ‘senior stuff’. Super
secret and all that. That opened the flood gates of ideas. Instead of a grop or
tewo going out and doing some eh coolish prank EVERYONE uut theyre ideas down. From
the beginning we created rules. 1) anyone could join in that wanted to (if they
were a senios) 2)NO VANDALISM 3) no TATTELING. What we did is the min ppl who
decided things created the Mmain show. There was two big stone pillars outside
the front doors and we used seramwrap wto make a giant wall around them then
filled the space with balloons. Other gouups took plastic silverware and stuck
them into the lawn. Sticknotes covered the windown, chalk covered the sidewalk,
a hay bale was rolled out in the circle drive and caution tape was strung
between the flad poles. IT WAS AWESOEM!!!
Prompt – What is your
label?
Labels are a part of
life. I am me I am a daughter, granddaughter, greatgranddaughter… . I am an
Ozark Technical Community College Information Technology Employee. I am a
brunette. I am a Dog Lover and a Cat Hater. I am a Buffalo High 2014 Graduate.
I am a Missourian. I am an American. I am an artist. I am not an Idiot. I am
Kaitlyn Midkiff. Probably the most unique of these is I am xxx-xx-xxxx.
I am these things, and
many more but none of these define me. Not even my name. Every female that has
ever existed is a daughter. Theres are tons of other OTC IT employees. Brown is
a common hair color and I am but one of 115 Buffalo Graduates. There are
millions of citizens of Missouri and Many more of the US. Art is something I
enjoy but its not everything. Kaitlyn Midkiff is just a combination of letters
and sounds people use to differenciate me from those around me. There are other
Kaitlyn Midkiffs out there, just looks at google. Probably the only lablel ill
ever get that unique to me is mu Social Security number. Think about that, The
only truly unique thing is a number. A number. Digits in a 3-2-4 number format
that says you’re you.
I am moved by tehe
article, “Prncess for a Day” is bcuase I have a lot of cancer in my family
history. This article tells of a little girl, 11, named Heaven Shanchez who had
brain cancer. One day for her, Disney Invaded. Whe was greeted by Aladdins
Jasmine, and sand songs with belle and Mulan. Far a little 11 year old girl, it
was heaven. No pun intended.
I just keep thining of my
Grandpa, my Aunt, My sister. Ll who have aor has dies from some sort of cancer
in the last 5 years. I wish my grandfather had hat chance when he went terminal
at age 57. My aunt who her life has been battleing cancers, one after the
other, and who right now has the same type as the little girl in the article.
And I wish my sister had that chance
Dust, Disappointment, and Fudge
Growing up I heard stories and laughter every time my mother
brought up ‘Bagnell Dam’. The Dam is a 2,543 foot long monstrosity designed by
Stone and Ralph Engineering Company of Boston (The Historic). It was constructed
in 1929 and wasn’t finished till 1932, due to financial difficulties (The
Historic). I knew all this, but to me it was this wonderful place full of games
and fun. Someplace with the best Arcade and the famous ten cent skee ball. I
was thinking, of course, of the Bagnell Strip.
I imagined being able to be free to roam and ice cream shops on
every corner, almost could smell the tantalizing aroma of fresh baked goods.
Where every blink opened a whole new area to discover, but reality didn't
compare to my mental image.
When I was 12 I finally got to go and I was quite disappointed.
All it is this run down place with a whole bunch of bars, tattoo shops, overpriced
tourist shops… I mean everything she told me about was there I just didn’t see
what was so special about this place that wasn't nearly as great as I had been
led to believe. Every moment I was forced to looks at curios, “look! No
touch,” and stand around as my older sisters talked about grown up things.
I was left to myself in a way, even though I was forced to be attached to
my family’s hip. I wanted to run, play skeeball, and have ice cream. But I was
not allowed, there was no time, or it was too expensive.
Let's back up here a moment, and allow me to describe this
‘vacation’ in more than just a general description. It all starts with the
drive there.
I, as the youngest, was shoved between two taller bony shoulders
in the middle seat in the back of a small red car. The seat had an uncomfortable
hump in the middle and I had to practically sit on the belt fasteners. At the
time, my family lived in Kansas City so it wasn’t just an hour of a sore
backside, it was three. Three long gruesome hours where I wasn’t allowed to use
my sisters shoulders as pillows to sleep, three long boring hours where I wasn’t
allowed to play on my Gameboy because the light was annoying my sisters, three
extremely long hours of waiting for what I thought would be the greatest
weekend of my life. I thought it was worth it, at the time.
Then, we arrived.
Truthfully I thought it was just a pit stop, this Dogpatch, I mean sure it was
a kind of odd place to go to the bathroom but we’ve been to weirder. I couldn’t
figure out why my mom was so excited, all I could see was a rundown shop with
odd merchandise and some talking hillbilly mannequin named ‘Grandpa’. I asked
my mom how much farther it would be till we get there. She replied, “We are.”
Now, I couldn’t wrap my brain around that. This dusty smelling, packed floor to
ceiling of knick-knacks hole in the wall store was what I was waiting for?
Where are the games? Go-karts?
My
mom and sisters spent four hours looking at oddly shaped shot glasses and
tie-dyed shirts. I spent 2 hours trying to be optimistic and the other 2 hours
attempting to hide my disappointment.
Walking
back outside, the hot air hit me like a brick wall. Across the street was a
Bumper Boats attraction and I immediately wanted to try. Grabbing the hem of my
mother’s shirt and impatiently tugging I got her attention and pointed while
putting on my perfected puppy dog face. She took one look at the sign with the
price, another long look at me and my three sisters, and shook her head. No
Bumper Boats, I then knew and my shoulders sagged.
My
sisters and I were then led into another shop and one look had my young eyes
widening. It was a fudge shop and my vacation just got indefinitely better. Maybe,
just maybe, this was worth waiting 7 hours for.
Grandma’s
Candy Kitchen had over 20 mouthwatering flavors of fudge and over 40 different
kinds of Salt Water Taffy (Grandma’s). I was allowed to get a quarter of a
pound of Salted Dark Chocolate Fudge. It was amazing and even more exciting,
none of my sisters can stand dark chocolate so they didn’t even steal it!
It
has been 7 years since I have been back to the Bagnell Dam, and I still have
very strong memories of my time spent there. The history of the area was
actually kind of interesting, I have to admit. The Bagnell Dam was built to
power St. Louis and its completion caused 54,000 acres of farms and homes to be
flooded (Mitchell, A Brief). However, the 20,500 jobs that the project brought
to the area was a huge boost to the economy (Gillespie, Bagnell). Many of the
people who lived in the rea had mixed emotions about the Dam and some outright
protested its constructions, especially in regards to family burial sites that
were either moved or flooded (Gillaspie, Inundated). It really makes my stomach
quite squeamish to think about all the people who swim and boat there.
Three days of window
shopping and dusty curios with no bumper boats and no time for the Arcade, I
remember the fudge like it was yesterday. The sweet clean smell of the shop and
the kind old lady behind the counter who let me taste almost every flavor, the
rich dark chocolate that I got to have all to myself. That, and only that, was
what let me think back to that family vacation with some fondness. I think next
time I’ll have my mom bring me back some fudge instead.
Over the weekend our
assignment was to sdo something over the weekend that was our passion. I
painted. Im not completely sure how long I painted for but im pretty sure it
was over an hour. I painted my face practicing optons for my Halloween costume.
I tried out an avatar, a zombie, the Corpse bride, Avatar the last air bender
(I need a bald cap!) and a mime. It was pretty darn fun to tell the truth.
I didn’t really need an
assignment to make me do that since I had planned on doing that anyway…. But I
don’t paint often enough, face, paper, or canvas. I also slept a lot Tuesday
night. I literally went to bed at 8 pm and slept for 10 hours… It was soo nice.
Anyway back to face paint. Sophomore year of
high school (before I was in colorguard or cheerleading) I udes to do the
facepaint at the hs football games for art club donations. I got really good at
doing numbers and helmets lol and full faces of one or two of the school
colors. Very difficult. But it was something to do and I DID enjoy it.. more
than writing right now but cest la vie. I really need a nap and frozen
chocolatized dairy products. Im so jelly at anykind that might possibly be
having some of that instead of me that I might as well be the meanest gelatian
you’ve ever met.
10/31/2014
Ms. A,
Most everyone I talk to
seems to think 15 credit hours is way too many courses to take at one time. I
haven’t yet decided whether I agree with them or not. I study a lot and it
always seems like tests are coming at me from all directions but I still feel
like I should be doing more. Anytime that I have free time I’m not sure what I
should do and I think I could be doing even more classes to fill it up. But I
also realize that a heavier course loud would negatively affect my grades,
hence my conundrum.
I’ve thought about it and
I believe a club or group would work perfectly for me. But, OTC doesn’t do many
clubs or groups. At least, the few I do know of aren’t particularly interesting
to me. I have come to the conclusion that I just have to wait for my Phi Theta
Kappa letter to come next semester, and then all will be well.
Kaitlyn
Midkiff
10 things im passionate
about
1.
Coffee
2.
Chocolate
3.
Education
4.
Piano
5.
God
6.
Reading
7.
Debating
8.
Baking
9.
…
Ever since I was little I
have always gone to church. My age group at Sherwood bible was my family away
from home. I enjoyed the snacks, the games, the songs, and the stories. But,
that is all it was to me, songs and stories. At home my om would tell me she
believed in Christ but nothing else. There was no prayer before meals, no
Christmas story of Jesus’ birth on Christmas eve. My dad never did anything
either. So I grew up with the idea that church was on Sunday and real like
happened the other 6 days of the week.
Then I moved. No longer
was my mom able to socialize with her friends in the service and no longer was
there a home church where we felt we belonged to .Sure we tried a few local
churches but that didn’t contine very long. We stopped going.
It was soon after my 17th
birthday when I got my drivers license that I found Calvery. It was old
fashioned, it was full of old people who smelt like soap, but it had a sense of
community and family that I hadn’t felt since I was 12. Every tie I walked in
Pastor Doug gave me a hug and called me by name thanking me for coming.
Without having church,
prayer, and Jesus Christ in my life I felt empty but after I got up the
strength to wake up early on Sunday mornings again, I felt at peace. It wasn’t
easy though, cause It was all on me. My parents didn’t care if I went or not so
its not like I got in trouble for slacking off.
Baking
I love baking. Making sure
i get the correct amounts of ingredients and making sure thy mix together
right. The smell of fresh bread and the look on my family’s faces when they try
something they like. Coffee Brownies are my favorite. They’re sooo simple but
sooo strong and mocha and chocolate. I make it completely from scratch too.
Real chocolate, fresh strong coffee. Yummm…
I also love just making
simple loaves of white bread. The sweet and fluffy breads are good too but its
soo rewarding to make something that you need. If I didn’t make it then we
would buy it. And mine tastes much better than the stored, thank you very much
:p a little honey and butter when its right out of the oven and presto, who
cares about sugary cakes and pastries anymore?
Also I tend to enjoy
other things other than baking, like chocolate covered strawberries. Ghirdehli
chocolate and a little coconut oil and the freshest juiciest strawberries that
I can pick from my garden …. Melt in your mouth heaven.
Another thing I enjoy
making is eclairs. Vanilla cream filled chololate covered little choux
pastries. Theyre a little complicated to get the dough just right and to cook
the perfect amout and remembering to poke a little hole in the side 10 minutes
before its done… but definitely rewarding.
Coffee
When I wake up, I don’t
wake up slowly like you would imaging a coffee drinker waking. I wake up all of
a sudden and you better pity the poor soul that I gave a black eye once. *grin*
anyway, sure im awake but until ive had my coffee, im not there. I awake, but
im like a ghost, I don’t pay attention to my surroundings but once I have a cup
of coffer or two into my system, Im all better anf like the hyper active person
mist people know me to be.
Coffee is also the most
wonderful flavor know to my tastebuds. I ay they cause I know there are plently
of poor misguided and uneducated people that cant stand it… but I, pretty sure
you et my opinions on THAT. But even
black or starbucks sweet, its yummm
Friday, October 17, 2014
A Little About Me : Jung Typology
"Career counselors use the test to help others determine what occupational field they might be best suited for, and it is also used in organizational settings to assess management skills and facilitate teamwork and problem-solving, including communication difficulties. Because the MBTI [Myers-Brigg Type Indicator] is also a tool for self-discovery, mental health professionals may administer the test in counseling sessions to provide their patients with insight into their behavior."So... basically it's just a step up from your average Facebook 'What's Your Inner Mythological Creature?" quiz (which I totally am a Quetzalcoatl, Google it! it's awesome). Anyway, I am an ENTJ. Whoop! That absolutely amaz.... wait, what the heck does that mean? Isn't a personality test supposed to tell you something along the lines of You Are Sarcastic!? ...right?
Well, the MBTI is based on the four Jungian psychological types: extraversion (E) or introversion (I), sensing (S) or intuition (N), thinking (T) or feeling (F), judging (J) or perceiving (P). When you finish a series of simple questions it will tell you what personality type you fall under in a four letter 'Type'.
Taking my results and putting in the Jungian trait categories, it says I am these things: Extrovert, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging. At first, I wasn't too sure how to take it, I mean, who likes to be told they are a judging kind of person anyway? Before writing it off as just another Facebook Quiz, I looked a bit more into it and apparently, those four traits mean a lot more than your first glance. And it scarily accurate.... on most things.
The MBTI overview for ENTJ's starts out with saying that I am "...generally organized, decisive, direct, innovative, and driven to succeed." I would truthfully say that I can be described as such, in varying proportions of course. Its also mentions, in its numerous pages, that ENTJ's tend to be energetic, confident, and place an importance on honesty. However, we can "...create the perception that they are distant and hard hearted because of their rational and logical decisions." As much as I hate to say it, I have been accused of this before. I honestly care a lot for others but sometimes people just need to realize the cold hard facts and leave their fantasy world!
However, there are also quite a few parts that I disagree with. For example, it mentions that ENTJs writing process tends to begin with an organized writing plan.... ha! Eight grade English class would have been much more enjoyable if only I was good at that, with all the tons of page, letter, and paragraph structuring we had to do way back when. But as you can probably notice, I tend to start with any type of writing with the beginning and go from there. I will delete things, rearrange things, add and change things, but if I don't just start, I won't get it done till the last minute. That's another thing, procrastination. "ENTJs are often motivated to complete their work on time...". Well, as I have mentioned before, not me. Not me at all.
Moving on the another part of this typology type that apparently 'explains me' (eh.. past boyfriends have all tried and failed..), it lists a number of careers to consider. This was actually quite helpful cause while I happen to be in college I STILL have no idea what I want to do with my life. I've been weighing options and really want something I will enjoy, even if its not the most lucrative option. After crossing out a few 'options' that are just plain amusing, (Chemical Engineer? really?) I was narrowed to a few that actually seem interesting. Most tend to lean toward the business end of the career spectrum, like Marketing and Business Administration. Seeing as I am already working on my A.A.B, they seem viable. Others like Lawyer and a Judge seem a bit out there. Yes, I tend to be the mediator in the dispute of my friends, as much as I try not to, and like to know all the facts, but still I've never really considered going into Law. Food for thought, I guess.
Just make sure that you remember that there is no list of descriptions that will entirely capture who you are. Who I am. They may come close, some you may think scarily accurate, but you just need to keep an objective eye and take it with several grains of salt. You are your own person and no matter what, no personality test can tell you how to live your life.
P.S. a little side note, I searched and found a few famous people that have the same MBTI as me.
Steve Jobs
Julius Caesar
Adele
Napoléon Bonaparte
Franklin D. Roosevelt
and also... (drum roll please!!!)
Merida from Brave!!! (which explains the picture above, yeah?)
annnnd Darth Vader!
It seems like I will take over the world some day. Be warned.
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