Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The Plunge

When I was little I actually had to deal with this. My dad took me right down to the river just like the girl and I just very hesitant to get rid of my fish called Spots. I won him at a carnival and he literally lasted for like 6 years. Usually, they don't last that long especially the ones from a street fair. So yeah, I feel her pain. But I think this story has a different meaning behind it. I feel like the girl is a "daddy's girl" just like myself. I feel like that was her first pet that she got with her dad and she didn't want to get rid of it. I felt like she was scared because she would lose a connection with her father. The subtext for the girl, mostly, is probably thinking should I do it or not? I feel like some of her other subtexts was where she was second guessing herself. For the dads subtext, I feel like it was something like we need to get rid of this thing soon and fast. But then towards the end he actually felt bad and wanted to keep the fish. I feel like the dad thought it was going to be easy to just get rid of the fish but in the end he realized that he was teaching his daughter a life lesson. This life lesson could mean multiple things. I feel like this ultimately means that when she is growing up that it's okay to make other friends besides her dad. To go out and experience school with girls and boys and to become social and get involved in different things. To start now while she is younger to help her in the long run.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Dead Boy in the Window Film

This video was definitely different than what I thought it would be like. I thought the overall video was really creepy. Everyone looked like baby fetuses and it was disturbing. Even the voice was eerie. The story was entertaining but the film was very interesting. It caught my attention, thats for sure. It was interesting to see what the land looked like but they really didn't give too much background about it.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Man Chair

I image this person's name is many different types of names. I feel like he doesn't really need a name but if I had to make one up it would be Alwan. Alwan is thinking about his life in the past, present, and future. He is thinking maybe he should've done something different in the past to get him more successful. For the present, I feel like he thinks he isn't good enough and that no one can help him. For the future, I feel like he doesn't even want to know where he will end up. He looks the way the does because of his past. He looks like he grew up in a rough neighborhood or that his parents weren't around much. He is sitting in an alley on a old chair that looks like someone had thrown out in the street. There is garbage everywhere in the alley. This is probably his normal routine. I know for a fact he doesn't want it to be but, I feel like he has nothing left. Alwan would really like to have a family, a friend, and even a job. Not a big job, but a job that gives minimum wage. Alwan was born and raised in Compton, California. He lived in a rough neighborhood with his mom and 6 other siblings. Alwan's dad left him and his family when Alwan was 12. When Alwan was young he was introduced to drugs being used heavily within the neighborhood. Alwan was extremely good at raping. He was known as one of the best rappers in his neighborhood. He pictured himself in a huge mansion with his mom and the rest of his siblings. Alwan was also amazing at football. But, he couldn't keep up from all of the alcohol and drugs. Alwan would give anything to take back getting into drugs and just trying to fit into his neighborhood. He influenced himself with the wrong crowd. To this day, Alwan is sitting in the chair looking around at what he could've had. He thinks of his past constantly and regrets it all. Alwan is trying to get a job and hopefully make a living and get off the streets. Alwan also lost touch with his family and would really like to find them one day.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Obstacles Freewrite

One of my obstacles that I have encountered was when I broke my ankle for soccer in 8th grade. This was when I had my biggest peak in soccer and I was out for a whole season. At this time, it was my biggest peak. I felt very overwhelmed getting the news from the doctor because soccer had been my life. I played it all year-round. But, I still went to all of the soccer games and practices because I missed being with my team. This helped shape me into becoming a better person because I still supported my teammates even when I really didn't have to go. To this day, I still support my friends and I always put them first. Even though it was a painful experience, watching my team on the sideline, it still made me realize that I had so much love for the sport. After I was healed, I spent hours playing soccer that I made the Varsity team my freshman year and remained on it for the next 3 years. During my career I won the league, district champions for 2 years, and I was nominated for All District Team First Round. So, even though I hit an obstacle in my soccer career, it made me a better person towards my team and a player. I believe everything happens for a reason. Now, I think back and I'm actually thankful for what had happened, even though it took a lot of tears and anxiousness to get back on the field. It was all well worth it.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Just being friendly

I feel like I haven't been to class in forever! I kind of forgot about it actually..well, this is my first blog and I don't really know how to blog but I hope this is good for now. :D

Monday, January 9, 2012

First day of class!

Hi everyone! My name is Allison Bacso. I am a freshman here at Western Michigan University. I have had a lot of experience dealing with writing. I took English classes all throughout freshman year until my senior year in high school. On top of that, I took a creative writing class and an advanced grammar class. The advanced grammar class has helped me so much throughout the years, it even helped improve my writing. To this day, I still look back in the folder and notebook. That class was the most beneficial to me. My first semester here at Western, I was put into English 1000. The class didn't really help improve any of my skills, it just helped me think more outside of the box. I am looking forward to this class and I hope it improves my skills and ideas of writing!