That One Thing.

Many people have their up’s and downs about their writing: diction, syntax,and tone. I am included in that group of people. Realizing the changes in my writing, creates new expectations within it. During my blogging experience, the strict “ school-life” writing structure changed from more caged writing to more freestyle. I will look, in detail, at one generalized topics and three of my favorite post’s this quarter.

When I first started to blog, i did not want people to see my as the girl who writes about “ weird things” or “ too personal stuff). I entitled to write about the basic or general idea(s): School :0. It was the first few weeks to a month of school. I wanted to write about the subject school- it was easy to write about, people would not think it will be “weird” , and it is a re-occurring subject in the American teenagers life. I longed this idea since the beginning of the school year. I was scared. I was not going to make it. Blogger helped my withdraw this negative thoughts out of my head and to realize: it was going to be okay. Considering my other writing class, we do not have a selection of writing types. We- do -what- teacher-say.  Similar to robots. Blogger assigned me to expectorate the brutal language lingering in my brain. While I was re-reading this blog, i have spotted many misspelled, unpunctuated sentences, and other grammar errors that were put in this post. I clearly understand why; I was mad.

During the first quarter, I read many students blogs.I was fascinated. I have envisioned the topics they have written about. They were not general, not deep-down-and -dirty, but they were- personal. As I became aware of, i came to a conclusion: I can do they same thing too, and so I did: Friday-Friday. Friday-Friday was about my religious faith and family gatherings. While reading this, i could not believe i really wrote this. I felt like it was wrong to do, but i had this feeling of encouragement and strengthen Telling the world about my family, my religion, and my personal activities, provided my with superiority. I do not know why. I just felt like “ damn, you’re good person” or like “ damn, I am so cool for writing about this.” Friday- Friday was one of my topics that I ab treasure. Blogger put me in a place that made my write about anything i wanted to write about. I do not have to be scared, ( unless i was insulting a teacher- I will be so screwed).  This topic esteemed me to write about other ideas- in my own voice. For instance, Dude, chill and Bruh, Bruh. Just noticing the blog titles, it sounds very... original and abstract. Similar to my voice. The enduring blog posts generated a unending wind of comprehension.

Dude, chill was a response post to Amber Gomez’s blog. It was all about love and more love. This was a re-occurring subject during that time. It created many contrevorsy and    missunderstadings of ones belief in love.  Amber, was in rage.

While reading her post, I responded by stating:

Woe, Amber, that took a lot of... dedication.

While reading my reponse, i realized, i sounded superb and rude. I felt like i demolished her sense of reasoning and was voting for one side versus another. I never considered this to be me. It does not sound like me. Evidently, it is. During time, i should more individuality and implemented my own ideas, without backing out because of my fear in her reaction. I am a man. I have shown my opinionated self in... my self.

Bruh, Bruh. This was one of those little brother gone big moments:

my brother is growing up. He will never stay young, not even if you try to trick him about his age (which I have tried before... did not go well). It is time to let go.

I never knew I had this type of feeling towards my brother. It is usually, I hate him- that annoying kid. You know, the usual. This post was about the changes of my little brother. He is growing up. I could not believe it. I was scared. I felt like he was not going to fit in, in his new school, and understand the system. It sounds really mean, but this is how I - one-hundred percent felt during this time. Realizing that he was old enough to take care of him self: homework, tying his shoes, and making his own breakfast, signified “ it is time to let go. Writing about my personal family member created a relation to the world while i was writing this post.  Understanding that the “school-life” structured essay never provide specific  writing topics people want, on blogger, I am able to address any topic- freely. This helps me express my emotions that are hard to verbally take out. It is like a free session with a psychiatrist.

In conclusion, the effects that blogging has had on my life has greatly impacted the means of my writing. The strict “school-life” structured writing creates an enormous amount of stress and free will. On the other hand, the lovely blogger, insights with a massive amount of topics- being able to choose anything I want to write about is glorifying. My favorite, inspirational blogs above provide myself with happiness and the love of writing, which I never knew can happen.


School life and blogging has its distinctions and similarites. Many people blog about their school experiences and others write about Losing a Friend, Dougie-ing , or Writer’s Block.

The “school-life” structure changed from more gated writing  into more abstract writing.

The unique type of study provides ones ability to improve their comprehension.

Even though I clearly understand where she is coming from, everyone is entitled to an opinion, nuff said.

People have the right to implement their idea about anything, and in this case, Love.

Ineffable

Battles come and go. During the holoucaust, many people were threantened, killed, and emotionally tortured. Primarily, the jew were the main target during thid time. They lost their family and faith in the concentration camps. In the memoir, Night, by Elie Wiesel demostrates his time during the holucaust. He lost a lot, including his spirtuality o fteh supernatural. Elie Wiesel battles with his thoughts on the supernatural.

In the beginnning of memoir, Wiesel is emotionally and physically disciplined upon his religion. He is Jewish. Wiesel knows a man named Moshe the Beatle- a man of all work at a Hasidis Synagoge- very religious. Out of his great relgious status, Wiesel was encouraged, and wanted to become a boy of intense worship- a rabbi. Soon after, Moshe asked him a question: " 'Why do you play?' he asked me, as though he had known me a long time.' I don't know," (31). This demostrates unclarity and confusion. Knowing that Wiesal is very religious, he does not fully underdtand why he does such thing. His religious prayers is a repeat in his everyday live. He prays because he has too. It is the way of live, how he was grown up.

Later, Elie will begin to judge external events against his own beliefs about who God is, and what God's role should be.

After months of horror and relentlessness, Wiesel began to juxtapose the relation of God and the damage people are going through-- reality. Such as, the jews are being treated unfairly and the not like humans. The  torture people are going through  create a lost of interest in Gob. For example, " For the first time, I felt revolt rise up in me. Why should i bless his name? The eternal, lord of the universe, the All Powerful and terrible, was the silent. What did i have to thank him for?" (31). Wiesels believe on God his slowly filtering away. He does not see any changes on hope and freedom. Wiesel battles between the reality and the fantasy. Does not see the connection between the two. As a result, his changes become finalized

In the end of the memoir, Wiesel's alterations changes his view on God, and creates a new importance.

Wiesals aspiration on God is elimated.  He worries more about reality--survival. His views on God are clearly stated. For instance, " It is the end, God is no longer with us," (73). Final answer. He has no believe in him. The All Mighty. The Powerful. gone. His view on reality did not connect in the belief in his mind. Gob. The alteration created Wiesel to worry about survival rather that the prayers and forgiveness to "Gob". As a result, Wiesal battles between reality and Gob.

In conclusion, Wiesals adjustments concluded his belief. He tries to connect reality to the supernatural, and their was not any overlaps. When troubles occur, people automatically changes their thoughts. As a result, Wiesal battles between reality and God.

P.S- I am so mad!!!!!  I had an awesome essay ready to publish, but all of s sudden, it magically dissappered. I was going to cry. I worked SOOOOOOO hard, and now i had to turn in this. I AM SOOO MAD. I want to cry. I wish it was all a dream.

I worked so hard, soooo hard. I cannot believe this happened. I loved it. I was so happy. It made so much sense. I cannot believe it is gone. I am totally going to get a bad grade on this. I know I am. AAAAHHHHH.
 I am so @#$%$@#$%%## mad! Words cannot express how mad i am.

Hmmm...

Does "right" actually mean "right?"
Does that mean "left" means "wrong?"

Friday- Friday.

Yessssss, it is finally Friday. I have a load of homework and umm... homework, ahhh- the life.


As a Muslim, Fridays are important days of the week- ever week. I do not clearly understand why they are, but they just are. As a result to this day, many of my family members gather to ones house and talk about our religion, read the Qur’an, and talk about our week.


This is how it goes. The mother's stay in the living room and: gossip. The men and the children ( cousins and I), go into a room and collectively recite the Qur’an and our uncles lecture about our Dīn (religion). It feels like I am in a night class. No Joke. But sometimes, my uncles talk to about  The Day Of Judgement- which makes me really scared. This is because, in the Qur’an, it states that: The Day Of Judgement is coming soon. My uncles translate what the Qur’an says so we can clearly understand what the words in the quran mean. This is so sad because we should be able to understand what the characters mean without the english translation. So sad. Okayyy, back to the topic...  It gives us a warning about our society and tells us what is going to happen and when. It is very specific. ( like a description essay Valdez would give an 'A' on).


When reading the holy book, it gives me a closer connection to Allah. It tells the stories of Prophet Mohammed (p.b.u.h) and how much he dedicated his life, gave to the poor, and spread the Islamic Religion. He was a great Muslim and a honorable man.


After reading the Qur’an, I wonder if I am doing what God wants me to do? Am i satisfying him? Is he accepting my prayers? Am I doing my prayers correctly? Will I go to heaven or hell? These questions are always lingering in and out of my hand. It never goes away. I hope God he proud of me...
 Are my actions medial to Prophet Mohammed (p.b.u.h)? or fair below the expectations? I am scared.


As a result, these Friday gatherings recollect my spirituality and provide me a closer connection to the supernatural. I hope these Friday's will pass on- generation to generation.

Losing a Friend

These past days have been unbalanced and hectic. I almost forgot we had to do a blog. Thank God for planners...

While reading many blog posts, I came across Amber Gomez's post about one of her friends. It sounded that she was really sad and wanted to back track to the "good times" (when they were close friends), she states:

 And so I cry. And I remember all the good times we had together. And I just pray that if we aren't ever going to have times like that again, then I hope that I will never forget them. And maybe, you never will either.

This part of her blog made me cry and feel really devastated about the friends I lost throughout my life. 

Knowing Amber, she has been through a lot. She is very smart, talented, and an amazing friend. Noticing that she is slowly losing/ or lost a friend makes me feel that I should do something about. When I say, do something about it, I do not mean go over to that person and attack or threaten him in anyway. I mean, talk to her about it and try to establish a plan where she can talk to him or be able to see him more often. Sometimes, a friend you may love may not have the same feeling towards you.

People change...

When knowing someone for many years and instantly change before your eyes may: want new friends, different friends, or want to become a new person. To do so, the person takes away the people he uses to hang with, and change his past self for a new self (if you know what I mean).

When I was in sixth grade, I had a friend who would boss me, and other people around. I became her friend so I can become "popular", "cool", and have the right to make fun of others. After all the insults she gave others and myself, I had to walk away. I felt what she was doing was unreasonable and unfair. So, I hanged out with the other girls. After a few months, the "popular" girl came to us and wanted to apologize towards her past comments. We forgave her, but we did not hangout with her. We wanted her to feel bad about her actions. Looking at her all-alone at lunch, lunch recess, after school, I felt the need to hang with her. I did this because I thought I was going back to the old me. So, during lunch, we talked and talked. She was actually really nice and sweet. I liked her. We later became close friends. 

What I am trying to say is: People change for better, for worse...

I hope your friend and yourself will justify away to hangout or see realize if it was for the better...

Hope you feel better Berrrrr :)

Dougie?

Hey, yo'! can you teach me how to dougie?
I realllllyyy want to learn.
I have been watching a load of video's, but it does not work.
Sooooooooo, i would like someone to teach me how, in person. Face to face.

Ps. who ever is reading this and knows how to dougie, please take into consideration that it will take a lot of patience and perseverance.
Thank you!

Dude, chill.

While looking through Amber Gomez's posts, I found an interesting and unaware topic. Love. This abstract word has many twists and turn's about what people believe it is. Love, hmmm. 

Noticing that Amber was angry toward the freshman's thought's, I was thinking it should be posted once more:

You are freshmen. You are wayyyyy too young to say love is fake. Oh my gosh! You've got me screaming! Love does exist; you just haven't found it yet! Relax and stop depressing the people that ARE in love!

Woe, Amber, that took a lot of... dedication.

Even though I clearly understand where she is coming from, everyone is entitled to an opinion, nuff said.
People have the right to implement their idea about anything, and in this case, Love.

Many people who are in relationships would always say, " I love him/her". They say this because they believe that the person would never leave them and always be by their side. This is not always the case. People have relationships that do not feel like a relationship. Meaning, the guy/girl does not want to hang out with them, they might be really shy, or just not the type of guy; they might love them but the other spouse may not. This turns into hatred and angriness

People have relationships where they loved him/ her but the other did not. This automatically turns the person who is in love- angry and humiliated. They had so much love for him/ her that they did not realize if the other spouse did as well, (maybe, some of the freshman's, had a similar scenario, and soon after- they believed love is not real).

Amber, I am happy you are in love, but you have to take into consideration that everyone does not (or did not) have the same feelings as you. You may be a lucky one. In which, your spouse love's you as much as you love him, but that is not the same to the six billion people on this earth. I guess what I am trying to say is: love has its twist's and turn's and changes people's belief on it.

This fundamental word can create many debates upon ones thoughts.

Ps. " Love don't cost a thannnggg," I really wanted to put this in my paragraphs, i just did not know where.

Peace Out!