About Me

Throughout life Personally, i've gatherd quite the selection of hobbies and interests as shown. Most derived from life expierences. I am a very closed person and keep alot to myself. Spirituality is a part of my life aswell as the black arts. I asure anyone, i am a very unique person.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

English Class review.

"I want these blogs to be creative, and individual..." MRS. Searcy

Ive debated this, a great deal actually and, I think im just going to delete this blog. upon listing my reasons, keep in mind, I have my own opinion, therefor, NOT FOR YOU TO JUDGE. So, here it is.

I hate a great deal of students in this class... Finding these "expectations" a waste of my time, it's just saying that I can't be individual in the way I write, or how much I write. Who are you to put a limit or an expectation on what is personal to me. Have you ever though that just because you don't see it, my writings have deeper meaning? Or have you just jumpped to youre own analagy.
But i digress, say what you want thow wilt. Furthermore, It's not like anyone in this class actually looks at my blog. Yet, I sit in class and blindly watch how you single kids out for their "good" writing. Who are you to tell me that my work is bad. Its about personal gradification right? So, It's not for someone else to give their own input into it. I dont need you shooting down something I write because of the grammer, or the sentence structure. I'll submit paper written journals, but as far as this blog crap goes, im done. This class is a joke. Getting us to do things that we aren't getting marked for, AND not to mention, we arent even studying for our FINAL EXAM. What does blogging have to do with essays, sure IF we do spell check, and proper grammer and sentence structure it portrays just a little of our writing abilities, Untill you tell me (us) that it isn't long enough because "we are in grade 11 now and should be writing longer." As you so 'kindly' put it. Telling me, my writing isnt good compaired to someone luke Nik, or Ryan. What does a magazine have to do with short stories? The only productive thing we've ever done is lit circles. And now, we are doing our media unit with our lit circles. Confusing much? I use to think this class was actually good but now, im really considering dropping out all together. I don't need to waste your time, and you, don't need to waste my time. So, if you plan on pulling me aside at some point, and decide you want to talk. maybe i'll just write you another blog and ecxpress exactly how im feeling about your class. You want your students to be open, well, Ill be open AND blunt. Brutally blunt. Maybe it's a little too much. But PERSONALLY, I think this quite fits it's selected occasion.

Youres truely.
Kailey.

Journal....Her cracked porcelain face in The Glass Castle.

"I was too shocked to cry..."



Throughout The Glass Castle, The Walls Family, is portrayed as dysfunction. I myself can connect to this family in a more personal way due to the fact that my family is too, dysfunctional. All my life I have been moving, trying to create a life for myself. Not making much friends, more or less becoming anti-social. this, I have gotten use to over the years. To me, this is is "normal." Only difference is, my father never gave me a star or a planet for Christmas like Jeannette Walls' dad did. Although my father is a drunken asshole and a good for nothing waste of skin, My mother is the com pleat opposite. Even compared to Jeannette's mother. If I am hungry, she will do whatever she can to feed me. Like Rose Marry, My mother is to, an artiest. But she does not put her art before the well being of her kids. My father on the other hand.. Thinks hes the big shot, and thinks that just because he is the man, that his word is law. Until I stood up to him.



"Have I ever let you down?"

"Yes"

This coming from Jeannette's brother Brian directed to their father Rex Walls. I too have said something similar to my own father. Connecting it to an emotionless memory, I was about 6 when I said it. My "father" was drunk. My mother told me to hold my tongue and blow it off, but to this day, I still hold it close in my head. Just like every time Ive watched my "father" walk out on us, or quit his job for nothing. My mother and brother raised me, Just like it's up to Lori to raise Jeannette, Brian, and their newborn Maureen. In some aspects, you can tell their father cares about them, but at the same time, he would spend their food money on alcohol.