Reading daily has helped me a lot lately. My vocabulary has slightly grown and I can pay more attention when I am reading articles online or in the other books I am reading at the same time. I’ve grown to enjoy opening a book and learning what the author has to offer. Its an incredible feeling and I always ask myself why I haven’t stuck with reading in my earlier years of life. I guess you can say I was stuck on doing other “stuff” but that shouldn’t have been the case when it came to pulling a book off the shelf and actually reading it.
Since high school I’ve only really finished one book and it was this book I started reading in middle school and then stopped. That terrible right? The book was the second installment from the Maximum Ride Series and I believe there is another third book but my learning focus has shifted onto other things. Right now I’m reading the 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene which is an incredible book to read if you are interested in going into business. Its full of rich history and a lot of knowledge jam packed within.
In addition to reading Robert Greene’s book, I’m also reading a book called “Hold Me Closer,” or at least that’s what I think its called. Its an ebook that I found while searching for books in the Google Play Books store. So far I’m lost in what’s going on. We went from a kid named Sam working at some fast food joint, to a Werewolf locked inside of a cage doped up on aconitine.
I’m hoping to have 48 Laws finished by the end of this month or the middle of March so I can move on to The Prince by Machiavelli. Again, I started reading that book over the summer of 2015 and didn’t finish it, but this time I will and many other books that I shall lay my hands on.
~ Keep it all smiles
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. 😀
Yeah, so now what?
Ya come this far in life and then you come across a post like this.
Well its simple my friends, when I speak you listen and when I listen you speak. There is nothing more here then just a non-finalized way of ending a bad conversation but when you don’t try your best to think about it you get caught up in all the bogus crap hipsters leave out in the road.
I like to sometimes look at everything as a trial and the time you go to bed is the tribulations. I got a funny story to tell that has to do with trials and tribulations but its to long to explain. The point is that when you got one thing to do and you get side tracked, then things get really messy. Like right now.
I would like to think I am sounding smart but in all reality I am not. I am just wasting time as usually just spilling the beans of a worthless human who stands on top of a rolling piece of wood.
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.