1. My favorite writing in class had to be the one about fear. It was my favorite because it was a writing that I could really connect to and really give it some thoughts. Coming from someone who used to fear everything to now only having one main fear. It gave a chance to look back and see how much I used to fear and how I changed as a person.
2.  My least favorite in class writing prompt had to be the color one. Reason being because hearing colors makes me think of many things. I can't pin point it to one object or emotion it would be too hard if I had to do that. Also I feel like if I see the world as black and white and color is sometimes to much to handle at times. 
3. From what I see in my writings I can tell that I add more detail as time goes by. It seems like I hesitate in some of my writing and only half of what I want to say it on the screen. Lastly, I see that I have improved over time. The most important I would have to say would be the detail one only because it adds more to what I have to say and it paints a picture, that what I want. To paint a picture in ones head and imprint it on their memory.
4. If I could change anything about my writing it would have to be to feel confident on it. Sometimes when I type a sentence I reread it and I think about how to make it stronger. People tell me that its a strong sentence but I doubt myself and I keep changing it. I want to look back at the sentence and feel confident that it stands strong by itself.
5. What I like about this course? More like what I love about this course!! I love the fact that Mrs. Anthony has a different point of teaching. I came into to this class expecting to write a ton of papers but to my surprise that didn't happen. When we did write a paper I expected the paper to have certain guidelines and to my show when Mrs. Anthony said, " make it as long as you think it needs to be." That was a shock! By far the best English teacher I've had.
6. In my honest opinion there is nothing to not like about this course. I felt good coming in to this class because everyday was a new experience and it was fun to come to this class. Even though my face didn't say it much but I really did enjoy this class. 
7.  If I could have a do-over it would have to be participating more with people. There are a couple of people that I honestly would love to get to know more. I'm a shy person and meeting new people is still a scary thing for me. That's why I study them before I approach them. 
8.  This class has helped me see that I can write papers and I can put emotion in them to make them better. As a student I see that I keep to myself a lot unless it comes to projects then I really talk and as a thinker I see that my brain has a lot to offer if i don't back. 
9.  I honestly don't think you should change anything about this class. You gave a different experience which many college students would love to experience. It was different and that what we usually look for. 
10.  I would give myself an A, not an A+. Reason being is for the fact that I know I could of put more effort into the class writings and because of my attendance. But when work comes in play it was hard for me to get to class. I feel like I deserve an A because and A+ would not seem right for my attendance.

When I hear the word blue my first thought is the blue brz Subaru car edition. The way it was build was meant for an a cruising car. To the blue interior down to the stiching this car was meant to be perfection, but thats only my opinion. Even the lights of the BRZ is amazing, it gives off a blue appearance at first but as the headlights get closer to you they change to a white led color. Ever since I saw this car I realize that I wanted it. It so small and perfect for me in my opinion and honestly who wouldn’t want this type of car? I can see myself riding it in the hot summer weather. Windows down,

When I hear the color blue I like to think of mexico and remember the blue skies and water. Blue just seems like it

What if I went to school right away?

What if I didn’t move to Springfield?

What if I had a quince?

What if I didn’t like to draw?

What if wasn’t so doubting of things?

What if I wasn’t a manager?

What if I chose an android over an iphone?

What I was girly?

What if I actually went to the gym?

What if I actually got the right amount of sleep I need?

What if I didn’t buy the TL from my cousin?

What if I never met Eddy?

What if I was more confident?

what if I never took band?

What I just quit work?

What if I traveled the world?

What if I didn’t move to Springfield? I would most likely be at home, working and working. When I took the year off that was all I did. I worked over 50 hours a week, and then after work I would go strait to bed only because I knew I had to work the next day. Not going to lie I would probably have a lot of money saved up, more than I already do right now. I probably wouldn’t have that desire I have now to go to school and do something with my life. I woudnlt havae that urge I do now. Honestly I wouldn’t want to school at all. The black beauty I have of mine (Acura TL) wouldn’t be sitting in the parking lot right now. I would most likely be mooching off people for rides, and I don’t want that….i don’t want to be a leech. If I didn’t m,ove to spingfield, I wouldn’t of known the full potential I can achieve. That self confidence I have now would be nothing. Springdfield has been amazing to me and I don’t want to think of life without knowing that I made a great decision, I don’t want to look at the past and be like wow why did I move. I moved to Springfield to be on my own, more independent than I already am and I did it. I became more independent, I found my real friends and I found out who really loves me. Moving here has brought me great joy and its brought me and eddy so close. I have been able to experience life more than I could, and if I stayed in monett, that wouldn’t be possible. I would be surrounded by people who say they care about me but don’t really care. So if I didn’t move to Springfield I wouldn’t be able to experience what I have already been through. I wouldn’t be the person I am if I didn’t move.

 What if I never met Eddy?

If I didn’t meet eddy, oh gosh that is a hard thought. If I didn’t meet eddy I honestly think I would be at home doing nothing. I wouldn’t feel as motivated. Eddy motivates me to try my best and to different. He makes me feel safe, and feel as nothing can hurt me. He’s like my shining knight, cheesy I know but he makes me so haoppy. Happier than I have ever been before, everyday with him is a fun day; there isn’t a day where I can’t laugh with him. If I didn’t choose to reply to the message he sent me then I wouldn’t be living in springfield, I wouldn’t be in school honestly. Reason I say that is because he did push me to go to school and well to be very different. He wanted me to have a future and if I didn’t meet someone like him then where would I really be? Would I be at my house and work? Talking to every guy that gave me attention? Would I turn like his leech of a sister, who mooches for everything?

What if I didn’t have a playstation?

Life without a playstation what is that? I would honestly go to an xbox wich is sad to say because I hate xbox. A playstaion has better graphics, the better online gaming while the xbox lags and the graphics are a 3 out of 10 compared to a playstation. I would honestly be playing a Nintendo if I didn’t have a playstion, I mean come on who doesn’t like the classic Nintendo games and console. If not I would most likely be playing on the computer. But if I didn’t have a playstion then I wouldn’t be able to play mortal combat, and all the precious moments that I had with the kids would be gone and out the window. Those memories with the kids are precious and if I didn’t have a playtstion then I wouldn’t have those memeories. Also if I didn’t have a playstion then I wouldn’t have these rival talks like I usually do with people. Just imagine if the world only had an xbox? 

I believe that people should always have an open mind on life. As an adult now I have two tattoos and ear gauges, five years ago if I told someone I had those I would get the ridiculous look. As a freshman in high school I wasn’t opened to try anything, let alone change anything in my life. But as the real world hit me I realized that having an open mind to things could bring good with it.

When I entered high school I had no means to enroll in art class but here the thing about high school and that means meeting certain criteria.  I need a fine arts elective and my only option was art. Little did I know that going into that art class would change my view on everything that I thought I believed in and what I thought I saw the world as.  When I entered art class I met Ms. Polly and she manage to explain why having an open mind in life can be enlightening.  She told me that having an open mind can make one see things that you would have never noticed 20 minutes ago, and that seeing things from all angles can lead to ideas that one would never considered.  In just those 45 minutes that I spent in art class, I changed my beliefs about what I thought I believed in.

I believe that having an open mind can make you see certain things in different perspectives. Opening your eyes to the world and seeing it from all different angles can bring sunlight to all the dark spots you missed. You start to consider the other persons’ thoughts and feelings more, when I was in high school I would only look at life at my angle, I would never consider anyone else’s, but then again I didn’t want too. However, that all changed once I left high school. For instance my relationship I used to be so hard headed, and every fight we got into I made my significant other only see it from my eyes. It was always from my perspective but once I started to open my eyes I saw how bad I made the other feel. I saw all the issues that I didn’t see and some of them were quite important. An if having an open mind can make you feel vulnerable then take a chance and do it. Making yourself vulnerable doesn’t make one weak it just shows that you don’t know everything.

Warm- The warm feeling I get when I hug my boyfriend after I had a long stressful day.

Cautious- the feeling of wanting to get to know someone but at the same time be aware of them and not get to close to them.

Tank- I use this word when I drive my car because it’s so huge and I can barely see over the steering wheel when I drive.

Disquieting- This is the word to describe a long and horrible day at work. Feet aching, head pounding and covered in grease.

Blue. – I used the word blue because that how I see people now, all shade of blue. Each blue containing a secret waiting for it to be unlocked.

Fear is a broad word to me, I have seen so much that would cause anyone fear. But my biggest fear is to become like my other sisters; harsh to say but its not if you have seen the paths all my siblings have taken. I don’t want to stray in the same path as my sisters; get knocked up, having a child before I can experience life first. I don’t want that, I want a chance to start my life and be successful.  I want to be different, I want to do something in my life, I want to be well….successful. That is my biggest fear, that I will be stuck at home and never be successful, never getting the chance to different. I don’t want to have to worry about money, or a place to live. I want to live life knowing that I can afford all my essentials. But There has been many factors in the past that try  and prevent me from being successful and I some how always seem to go roght over these spped bumps. I call these little fears, because they are factors to the real fear, to the real scare of a rollercoaster. My fear of not being successful is so big that its constantly coming back to my head, its like a ball on a ping pong game, you hit it once only to come right back. I don’t want that in my life I want to actuallt accomplish or really destroy that fear. I hate the fact that this fear dosen kind of consume my life a bit, I mean who wouldn’t be afraid of not being successful. Another fear of mine is well to let my dad down, he always wanted me to be different. He always called me a black wolf in a pack of white wolves. Never meant to be the same as the others. I feel that if I would ever let my dad down the whole world will come crashing down, or a domino effect would happen.

black wolf in a pack of white wolves is what I really am in my huge family. I have always been the different one. Always straying off the path that everyone deciedes to take. But I mwan what fun is that if you decide to take the same path everytime? Instead of taking easy classes like the rest of my siblings, I take the harder ones only to prove to myself that I can accomplish these classes. I was also the only one who really tried to make an effort in school, if I got a B I would feel so bad compared to my sisters who would gladly accept a C. Out of all the girls in my family I was the only one who decided that boys are overrated and I didn’t need a boyfriend in highschool. I can support myself, and I don’t need a man to make me happy and honestly I think that made my dad happy too. I feel great knowing that at the age of 17 I bought my first car, I have a very good amount of money in the bank already, and I was the first girl to ever get a job. But the bad sode of being a black wolf was the fact that it made everyone mad. Change is bad, stay to the path well you know what I made my own path. I didn’t care how my actions made everyone feel, I had a goal in my eyes and I wasn’t going to let it go just because it made someone mad. I think the fact that I was a black wolf in my moms eyes really annoyed her. She always wanted to plan me a quincera, but those big poofy dresses, the loud and obnoxious music just wasn’t me. I never got into make up like my mom wanted well the right age for makeup that is. I didn’t have time to waste my time on making myself look good, I was focsed on my life goals and that sure didn’t involve wasting money on eyeliner and foundation.  Ps.i eventually ended up getting a boyfriend.

Highschool where do I start with that, well I can tell you that majority of my high school ended up being in a closet. Yes a closet, I spend majority of my senior year in a closet. Not because of some weird reason, but because I wanted too. That closet was actually so much fun. My art teacher Ms. Polly let me go in the closet one day to work on any project I wanted too and since that day I never stopped working in there. That closet had all the art supplies I needed, for example I painted a black light gas mask and the wood I painted it on was over half my body size. It was a funny scene where you all you see Is this piece of wood and tiny little legs. I spent three and half months on that project only because I was also working on two other projects as well. The art closet was a sanctuary to me, no one bothered me; I could draw or paint anything I wouldn’t have to bother with people constantly asking me things. I could be in my own little world, no distraction and no worries. For me that art closet was everthing, I could let my mind free, any emotions that I would feel would be put on to a piece of paper. And that is the best feeling in the world, letting all these emotions that have been bottled up for so many years and letting them be free was the best feeling in the world. Also with that art closet, I could hide all my projects from my art teacher, even though she would constanly try to but in and see what I was up too. I would end up showing her what I came up with, and that usually meant having more than three finished projects; for example I had a black light painting, a water color painting and a skull painting. Shwe was pretty dang amazed.