I remember the day as if it were yesterday. What is it? Better yet what the hell is an “is?” Can we is? Before I get too side tracked on this “ising” aspect, I remember the day when Mr. Wixom walked through the door. He walked in standing tall with a clean shaven head and an atomic wedgie from hell. Just as another terrible human being from this hellish society, I began to judge him, thinking of him as a weirdo and quietly making fun of him in my head. He was dead silent when he walked into the class room, only making occasional heavy breathing noise’s. The eerie silence went on for a good 5 minutes before it was broken by a slightly deep, smooth, and clear radio reporter voice. I was shocked; while making fun of him in my head, I envisioned him having one of those obese fat guy voices. I was dead wrong.
I don’t want to sound like some weirdo, but this man has a beautiful voice and a very astounding love for the English language. For an entire semester his teaching was relentless. He engaged the entire class into casual or argumentative conversations, drilled us on how we should refrain from passive words, and would occasionally slap himself on the wrist for using sexist language. His love for teaching English was rubbed deeply into my brain and is still sitting comfortable inside waiting for its time to shine. The art of writing is beautiful and was instilled by a man who not only can talk in a southern accent better than me, but who is still fuzzy on the whole “Good, Bad thing” (Ghost Buster joke).
I am glad that I took Mr. Wixoms class. He made me love writing. He has given me and entire new outlook on reading and writing, in which I plan to implement more into my life. I want to be the best, become a better writer and make my blog look incredible on the web. The enjoyment and fulfillment just doesn’t stop on this site, I hope to go farther and write for other sites and maybe even columns!
In the end, all of this enthusiasm and ego boost goes to this very weird man named Mr. Wixom. I thank him everyday for the knowledge he has passed down to me.
So what is a Wixom? Well it is just a name, but Mr. Wixom is a knowledgeable teacher with the powers of Obi Wan Kenobe and Master Splinter combined.
Ps, What is “ising?” Can we is? Here, I’ll “is” real quick…….
The End. 😀
So in my English 101 class, we had to read a selection from a book written by Anne Lamott. Or at least I think it was from her book.
The selection my teacher had us read was entitled Shitty First Drafts. It pretty much was about how when any writer sits down to work on a project they have to write a shitty first draft. I really took that to heart when I read what Ms. Lamott wrote. It made me think about my blog and how all of my post are shitty first drafts. Even this one is a shitty first draft because I have no intention of going back and fixing any errors…unless I catch them skimming over it.
I always tell myself that I am a good writer but after the first 2 weeks of English I have come to the conclusion that I am not. There is just so much that I don’t know. I’m not sure if its from the 2 years of not taking English since high school or me just not actually knowing. I do see myself gradually growing and becoming a better writer. Hell, I like to do it, just not to the extent of dedicated writers who walk around with a journal 24/7.
Whether my writing is good or bad I still enjoy getting here on my blog and making post that people will occasionally like and comment. I really appreciate the people who like my post and even share their thoughts. It pleases me to know that I have a small crowd out there that is watching.
Well, I guess I’ll go back to being an internet junky. I may do a little homework.
ps. I went over this post and fixed some grammatical errors and re-worded a lot of stuff. My teacher is rubbing off on me.
So I know there has to be at least one person who is a very well respected blogger who has taken a look at my blog to see how much of a fail it is. Just look at it, well at how I write. I try to make my self sounds smart when I’m just a simple guy with a mind full of ideas that would make people get there lazy american asses up and actually go cut the lawn. See did you get that? I don’t think you got it. But as I write this I see that when I blog I write down what is going on in my mind. Stuff that I say when I talk to my idiotic friends and teach them something new because they sho’ aint teaching me anything new!
I tried to be a nerd at a time because I thought of how cool it would be to make a rocket ship that would fly to the sun and see what was inside…. No I’m joking, I wanted to just be smart and be really awesome at computers so I could be that guy people would ask about how to do such and such on a computer. Plus the guys in them movies looked cool doing it, matter of fact they still do. I don’t care what y’all dumb retards who hate smart people gotta say. There’s a reason why there in the gifted class in your still in LD. How did you even get here to my site anyway? Was you trying to find away to better your self so you searched up some random stuff just to come across a blog that talks about random stuff? Go read a book.
Now I’m really no writer, I completely fail at it. Do you know how many times I walk up to my English teacher in class to ask her random questions like “Did I do this right?” Or “I’m not sure on what you just said 2 minutes ago”, and get this. I’m in English Honors. I know its CRAZY! English honors and not to bright in the writing field. You can go over my whole blog and find so many errors that I missed or what my spell checker missed. I don’t suck at spelling to much though, only the big words I have never heard of before tricks me up when I’m not paying attention….but back to what i was saying, I’m NOT A WRITER!!! I would like to think that but looking at what I read is like reading my own mind. My mind is really crazy/messed up.
Theres so many things that go on in my head I don’t know what to do. I guess I’ll just keep writing on here and have my on and off readers look at what I think of. Maybe one day I’ll get popular and people will like viewing my blog, but I doubt that.