Arguing

When the word argument comes up, I automatically think of proving a point. Argumentative papers in English class are about proving a point. It could be a negative or a positive point. One may write to prove their point in agreement with something, or one may write to go against a given topic. In high school I had to write an argument paper. I remember it was about music influencing children. I argued that it did not. I really like argument papers. To me, they are the best kind to prove one's point and share one's opinion with others. Some might agree while others disagree. As long as the paper is written well and addresses the audience properly, then the argument paper should be a good one. Some argument papers may discuss really hot topics such as politics. Others may discuss more low key subjects such as school cafeteria food. No matter the topic, the main goal of the paper is to prove a point. One expresses their opinion, and follows it up with facts and details.

In my world, arguing my point on paper is easier than arguing my point with spoken words. I feel like I can express my self more and get my opinions out more clearly when I write them down. When it comes to speaking, I tend to get nervous and tense up. This is another reason I like argument papers.

Sure when it comes to these kinds of papers, one must be precise. One must clearly state their opinions, and follow them up with facts. Good explanations are another key factor in argument papers. If one does not clearly explain what they are talking about, a reader may not get the full point of the paper. The writer must clearly explain what side they are on, for or against the topic, and clearly explain why they are on that side.

Argument papers can be really interesting. Once the reader really connects with the author, and sees where the author is coming from, then the reader can decide whether they agree or disagree with the author.

I went home

Well I went home for Thanksgiving break. Actually I had to go home a day early because the doctor told me that I needed to.

First off, let me talk about the drive. Oh my goodness! An hour and a half drive to my house. It might not sound like much, but when oone person has to make the drive it tends to get a bit long and boring. Nothing wrong with the traffic or anything. Just that long of a drive all by myself did not see too appealing. Anyway, so I made the drive. After awhile I hit an area where none of the radio stations came in clearly. Sadly, big blue the Explorer does not have a cd player; therefore, the radio is my only option when it come to listening to music. Listening to static for fifteen minutes is not something I would call fun. Finally, the radio came back and I was a little bit happier. I never thought the drive was going to end. A ninety minute drive seemed to drag on for years and years. I finally saw my exit, and man I was thankful. I knew after I turned off on exit 93 it only took fifteen more minutes until I would be home. The last fifteen minutes of the drive seemed to pass quickly, to my surprise. Finally, I pulled into my driveway.

I do not think I had ever been so thankful to be at home as I was at that moment. I was feeling so terrible, and driving did not make me feel any better. My mom greeted me at the door, and she helped me bring in all of my things. She put me in my old room. Of course she made me lay down, and not be able to do anything. Honestly, I did not mind one bit. The thought of just resting sounded magnificent. My mom came into my room, and we chatted for a bit. Then she had to cook supper. Of course I was not hungry, but she insisted on fixing me some soup. Reluctantly, I ate some of it. I had to rest in bed for a couple of days, but then I began to go stir crazy.

A few days of resting up, my mom finally let me go to the store with her. Who would have ever thought that I would have been so excited to see Wal*Mart. I sure was!

To make a really long story short, I had a great visit at home. I loved seeing my parents and my little brother. After awhile though, I knew it was time for me to go back to Montgomery.

My home makes me think of

1. Pets--we have 3 cats and 3 dogs (only one cat lives inside though)
   
2. Video games because of my brother
3. Home cooked food because that is what my mom makes
   
4. My big bed that I had to leave behind
5. My family because they live there
   
6. Coffee because a lot of that gets drank there
7. Old times because my house was built in the 1940s or so; therefore, it is pretty old
8. Comfort because that is the feeling I get every time I get home from AUM
9. Chaos because there is a ton of that at my house
10. Love because there is also a great deal of that at my house as well
    

It's late

It's late at night, and I am still up. I have class at eight in the morning. Oh dear! Why can I never go to sleep early on "school nights?" Seriously! I tell myself that I am going to go to bed early. Sadly, it never works out that way. Not that I have homework to do or anything, it is just I am up talking to my friends. I know I should be smart enough to go to bed, but I just love hanging out and talking to my friends! I can not help that they are night owls. Them being night owls has caused me to become a night owl as well. Back in high school, I went to bed no later than ten thirty. What has happened? College! College happened! I love it though. It seems that no matter how late I stay up at night, I still make it through class. Though, the thought of a nap after class stays in the back of my mind. I always make it through class without falling asleep. I think that is an achievement in itself! One day, I think the sleep deprivation is going to catch up with me. When it does, I am done for. However, for now, I am good. I guess I am going to keep doing what I am doing until it does not work for me anymore.

A short Poem

The sun is shining bright
Not a cloud in sight
We can go outside and play
And just enjoy the day
We can go for a walk
Or just sit and talk
Enjoy the company of those we love
And thank the good Lord above
That he has given us another day

Asthma

Last Tuesday I had been suffering from some intense chest pains. The cough I had had for the past week and a half still bothered me as well. I called my mom and told her what had been going, and she told me that I needed to go to the doctor first thing the next morning. My mother got off the phone with me and called my aunt, and asked her if she would mind going with me to the doctor the next morning. My aunt told my mom that she would.

I get up Wednesday morning with my chest and cough still bothering me. It did not really hurt to breath, but breathing was uncomfortable. My aunt comes to pick me up and off to the doctor we go. I sign in and go to the lobby to wait. Luckily I did not have to wait very long. They took me on back and did all of the preliminary things, such as take my temperature and blood pressure. No fever and my blood pressure looked good. Then I get into my room and wait for the upcoming events. First, an EKG. The PA said I needed one because I said my chest hurt. The EKG came out normal, as I suspected it would. Then came the chest x-rays. After the x-rays, I went back to my room and saw another PA. He said that I needed to have some blood drawn so they could run a couple more tests. Having my blood drawn does not bother me at all because back home I have to get blood drawn all the time to check a bunch of things. So, I sat back and let them take some blood. Next, the PA sais he was going to give me a breathing treatment to help clear out my lungs from the mucas build up. I sat there with the breathing treatment for what seemed like forever. After the breathing treatment ended, the doctor came in. He asked me if I had ever been diagnosed with asthma. I told him no. He in turn told me that I had it and I also had a deep chest cold. He prescribed me an inhaler, some cough syrup, and an antibiotic. He also told me that I needed to get a lot of rest and asked me if I lived at home. When I told him I lived in the dorms, he told me that I needed to be at home because that would be the place that I could get the most and best rest possible. After a little more discussion he wrote me a note to excuse me from class for the rest of the week, and then I could go.

After leaving the doctor's office, my aunt took me to get my medicine. We had to wait a good bit on that because they were quite busy. Finally, after getting my medicine, my aunt took me back to the dorms so I could pack to go home. I had to pack quite a bit because of Thanksgiving break. After all of my packing, I got in my car and headed home.

Sarah Anderson

On Tuesday, November 10, 2009, there was a car accident on I-85 north. A SUV hydroplaned and flipped ejecting the driver. After being flipped, the SUV was then struck by the tractor trailer of an 18-wheeler. The driver was pronounced dead at the scene and the passenger was taken to the hospital. The driver of that SUV was a close childhood friend of mine named Sarah Anderson. The news of this tragedy has broken my heart.

Sarah was going to Auburn University. She played the piccolo in the band. She graduated from Robertsdale High School in 2008. She was also in the band there, and was drum major her senior year. Sarah was one of the most amazing people I knew. Her smile was contagious. She loved everyone. Her number one love was God. She went to church at Loxley First Baptist. I went there with her when I lived in Loxley when I was younger. I remember thinking how I wanted to be like Sarah when I was younger. Everyone loved her. She had the best personality. She never met a stranger. If anyone needed anything she would be there.

I am going to miss her so very much. Her death has really shaken me up. I know that tomorrow is not promised. We all have to live everyday like it is our last. Life can be taken away in the blink of an eye. We should all let our loved ones know how much we love and appreciate them. Give them hugs because we never know when one hug could be the last or when one "I love you" could be the last time you can say it to that person.

http://www.auburn.edu/auband/news/archives/1120/#more-1120

Thankful

Thanksgiving has many different meanings to people. To some it means family time. To others it is all about the food. To me, Thanksgiving is about giving thanks for all that I have. I may not be as fortunate as some, but I have so much to be thankful for.

I am thankful for my family. Though it is just my mom, dad, and brother, they are still my family. My family has done so much for me. My mom is my best friend. I am thankful for having a mom I can talk to and share my secrets with. I know that some people do not have that kind of relationship with their mothers, if they have a relationship with their mothers at all. My dad and I have been through a lot. We butt heads sometimes, but when it comes down to it, there is nothing he will not do for me and my brother. My little brother means a lot to me too. He may get on my nerves, but I would not trade him for the world. Moving off to college has made me realize how much I do love my family and how much I miss them when I am away.

I am also thankful for my friends. Old ones and new ones. My old friends have been there for me through so much. High school was not always easy for me. My friends being there for me, however, did help ease the struggle a little bit. Now that I am at college, I have made so many new friends. I am excited to know these awesome people. My dorm friends are great. They make moving away from home a little easier. They make dorm life so much fun and so interesting. One never knows what is going to happen when it comes to them. My friends in my classes that do not live in the dorms. They are great too. They make class so much fun. In some cases, if it was not for my friends in my classes, I would not even want to go. My sorority sisters are my best friends. I love them all. They all make me laugh. Those girls are some of the best girls anyone could ever meet. I am so lucky and thankful to be able to call them my sisters. Having the friends that I do makes me feel so blessed.

There are so many other things that I am thankful for. Most of all I am thankful that God has blessed me to be able to get out of bed every morning. Tomorrow is not promised. God giving me another day to live is such a blessing that I am forever thankful for.

Thankful

1. Family
2. Friends
3. Sorority sisters
4. Food
5. House
6. Good Health
7. Sleep
8. My car to get me back and forth from school to home
9. The fact I am able to get up every morning and be able to see, hear, walk, and talk
10. Sunshine because I do not like the rain
11. Having a bed to sleep in at night
    
12. Freedom
13. Safety
14. Love
15. Education
16. Books
17. Internet
18. My pets
19. My phone
20. clothes
    

A man and his cockroach

There once was a man named Tim. Tim was a loner and had no friends. He stayed in a rickety old cottage all by himself. He had no wife because no woman would marry him. Nothing in the world really meant much to him. However, there was one thing that meant something to Tim, his pet cockroach. Tim named the cockroach Sue because he found her near a sewer while he was walking to town one rainy day. Sue was the most important thing in Tim's life. He spent his long lonely days making clothes and food for Sue. Sue was his princess. Tim thought since Sue was a princess, she should learn to dance. Tap dancing was Tim's secret special talent. Day and night Tim worked so hard to teach that cockroach to tap dance. At first it was quite difficult because Sue did not want to cooperate. Finally after she realized Tim as not going to give up, Sue gave in and decided to learn to tap dance. Once she started to learn, Tim knew she was going to be a star. Tim worked very hard with Sue to perfect her dance. One day while walking to town to get more fabric for Sue's clothes, Tim saw a poster that advertised a dancing contest. He knew his Sue could win it. Tim got home and told Sue about the contest. At first Sue was hesitant, but she knew it would make Tim happy so she agreed to enter the dance contest. After filling out the paper work, Tim brought it into town to the man in charge of the contest, Mr. Dancinshoes. Mr.Dancinshoes looked at Tim's paper and began to ask questions. After the fact that Sue was a cockroach, Mr.Dancinshoes could not stop laughing. He wanted to know if Tim was actually serious. Of course Tim was serious. Mr.Dancinshoes allowed Sue to be in the contest because he just wanted to see a dancing cockroach. Sue performed in the contest and tap danced her little heart out. She would have won too if it was not for one of the other tap dancers stepping on her.

UFC better than WWE

Ultimate Fighting Championship, UFC, takes dominate position over World Wrestling Entertainment, WWE, for many reasons.
First and foremost, UFC is real fighting. These are real professional fighters beating the living daylights out of each other. In WWE, the "fighters," I say they are just characters really, are not even really touching the people they are supposed to be hitting. When UFC fighters hit each other and beat the living daylights out of each other, they are really doing it. WWE "fighters" just have good stage presence, and are good at making it look like they are fighting. People really get hurt in UFC fights; however, nine times out of ten no one really gets hurt in a WWE fight (I say nine times out of ten due to the fact there have been a couple of real incidents of people getting true life injuries in WWE). UFC involves real fighters really fighting to achieve a win, while WWE involves really good actors putting on a show for an audience.
Secondly, WWE has story lines and plots. The producers of WWE have the "fighters" follow plots to appeal to audiences. They have stories like friends turning on each other, marriages, and enemies becoming best friends. UFC has no story lines. The only stories told on UFC are the stories of the fighters backgrounds. The UFC fighters do not have plots to follow. They fight to win. That is their main goal. Of course UFC is appealing to the public and the real fighting makes a good show, but the fact is they do not follow story lines.
One last reason UFC is better than WWE is the fact that you never know what is going to happen in UFC. In one fight the usual guy might win, or the under dog may turn it around and win. UFC is always an edge of your seat type event to watch. WWE is quite predictable. People may say it is not, however one usually knows who is going to win what fight, or what is going to happen next. UFC can not be predicted. One can try to say what is going to happen, but usually it usually turns up to be a surprise.

How to write a blog

In order to write a blog, one must follow these simple steps:
First, one must have a computer to log on to. This computer can be a personal computer or a public computer such as at a library or college computer lab. The computer is one of the most essential parts of the whole writing a blog process. Without a computer, one will not have the main tool to write his or her blog. On this computer, one may have to use login information. In order to log on, one must use their login information they were given, for a public computer, or that they created, for their personal computer. After logging on to the computer, one may go on to the next step of this process.
Next, one must access the internet from his or her computer that they logged on to (see step one for information). The internet may have such titles as: internet explorer, firefox, or safari. If one has a question about their internet program, they may want to ask someone who would know about it. The internet is another essential part to writing a blog because the blogging program is on the internet. Once one has successfully gotten onto the internet, they may continue on to the next step.
Thirdly, one must either type in the web address to the blogging site they know or type into the search bar "blogs" to find a program to blog on. The blogging site is the most important part of this process. Without a blogging site, there is no platform for one to blog on. Once one has found a blogging site, one may have to create an account on that site. This usually involves typing in one's email address as a user name or one creating an unique user name. Along with either using an email or an unique user name, one will also have to create an unique password. The password is used to protect one's blog from getting personal access from anyone that did not create the blog. Once things are set up on the blogging site one may continue on.
Finally, once everything is set up on a blogging site, one may create a new post. This new post will be one's first blog. A blog can be about anything that one is feels like writing about. One may write a story about their pet, a story telling about their day, or one may write a poem. Blogs can be about really anything. From animals to people to places. One can be creative when it comes to their blog. If one feels the need to confess their a love for someone over a blog, one can. However, one may want to be cautious about what they write because blogs are public and anyone can read them.
Now one has learned to write a blog. Hopefully one will take this information and go out and blog.

Timothy Pledger

In my English Comp 1 class there is a guy I sit next to. His name is Timothy Pledger. He went to high school at some place that I do not really know. He just told me he went to Sidney Lanier. Not like I know where that is, but it makes him feel special. Tim is a very interesting character. The first thought about him that comes to mind is basket ball. Pretty much I think that is all he does and thinks about doing. He works at Winn-Dixie as a bag boy. He makes a star bag boy. I am not really sure if he will help people take their groceries outside to their cars or not, but he can put groceries in a bag like no one else. Snail videos on YouTube make Tim very happy. I know that is a little odd, but they really make him smile. He loves English class. Writing papers would be a hobby of his. Not really. He does not really like writing papers at all actually. However, he does love English class because I am in it with him. We are pretty much best English class friends! Even though he is late to class almost everyday! Tim takes his little sister to school everyday. He is so mean to her. She in turn beats him up and makes him cry.
For Halloween this year, Tim gave toothbrushes out to the little children. That is how mean he is. The kids wanted candy, but no. I think the kids beat him up for that. He will not admit it, but if you mention "little trick-or-treaters" he gets very scared.
Tim is a pretty cool guy. He does not talk much. He likes to wear gym clothes all the time. Basketball is his life. Physical therapy is his major. He may have his life planned out, but I am not really sure. However, Timothy Pledger is pretty much one of the most awesome people I know!

Moving To AUM

It was my senior year of high school. The time to go came for me to choose where I was going to go to college. I had many choices in mind. I came to AUM as one of my "college tour days." When I got here I was so very nervous.
"Are you okay babydoll?" asked my mom.
"No! I am nervous and scared! This college thing is more than I thought it would be." I replied.
My mom and I walked into the admissions building. We found the lady we needed to talk to about getting information, and then our tour of campus began. The campus turned out to be not as big and scary as I had imagined. The campus size seemed to be similar to the size of the campus of the community college back home. My nerves settled, and I realized this is where I wanted to go.
Initially I was a nursing major, so during our tour we went and met the Pre-Nursing adviser. She turned out to be a really nice lady and answered all of the questions I had. This just added reasons to why I wanted to be a student at AUM.
I got back home and started to talk to my mom. I told her everything I thought about AUM. She told me what she thought as well. I thought about how the campus seemed to be small enough not to overwhelm me. I remembered that the Pre-Nursing adviser had said the classes were not very big at all, the way she made the class size sound they were not much bigger than my class in high school. Then I thought about distance. My mom has some health issues, and I can get to AUM in about an hour and a half; therefore, I knew I would not be that far away if something happened and my mom needed me. Taking everything into consideration, I knew I wanted to go to AUM for sure.
I got accepted to the college and to the Pre-Nursing program. I even received a scholarship to come to AUM.
Here I am now going to school at AUM. I still love it. Only one thing has changed for me, and that is my major. I swapped to a psychology major because one of the teachers here inspired me. The atmosphere on campus everyday makes me grateful for my decision to come to AUM.

Hero

Everyone has a hero. Some people choose a person they actually know and talk to in person to be their hero, while others choose their idols or people they do not actually know to be the person they look up to. Parents, friends, teachers, and celebrities can be choices to be a person's hero. A hero can be defined as someone who does something that makes an impact on one life or the lives of many. Heroes portray bravery and courage. People have heroes that they want to be like.

My hero would be Mrs. Karen Anderson, also known as "momma." My mom has been through so much throughout her life. No matter what obstacles she has faced, she has overcome them. She does not let anything bring her down. At home she saves our lives just by being there. With out her at home, I really think everyone would starve or really hurt someone because there would be no peacemaker. She proves her strength by just putting up with my dad, my little brother, and me. Courage, love, compassion, determination, and strength are just some of momma's amazing qualities. She has taught me how to be the best I can be. She always uplifts me when I am down. My mom is also very opinionated. She is not afraid to speak her mind, and get her point across. Karen Anderson would have to be one of the most amazing people I know.

In my life, I try to live by the examples given by my mother. I try to keep my goals in mind, and not let any obstacles stop me. Strength is something I envy of my mom. I try to be strong like her, but sometimes I do not succeed. My mom is my hero because she is the person that I try to be like in basically every aspect of my life. She is the one who gave my life, and who has helped me throughout everything.

Heroes can be anybody. They do not have to be a celebrity. My hero is my mom. She may not be famous in the eyes of other, but to me she is. I love my mom, and really hope that one day I can be like her!

French Fries

French fries come in many varieties. Fast food places are known for serving their own "type" of french fries. Two fast food restaurants are well known for their french fries. Arby's is known for their signature curly fries, and McDonald's is known for their signature golden fries.

All I can say is this: Arby's curly fries are amazing! The fact that they are curly and springy just makes me happy. Their taste can not be mimicked. Many people have tried to copy Arby's curly fries, but none have succeeded. They are just a classic. I know with me personally I really only go to Arby's for the curly fries. From their seasoning to their crispy texture, these curly fries are like none other.

When it comes to McDonalds fries, they are decent I suppose. They have a signature taste that I will admit one can not find anywhere else. Personally they are not my favorite. However, I know there are people are out there they just think these fries are amazing.

Both of these brands of french fries are signatures for their restaurants. Neither can be copied by anyone. Arby's and McDonalds have made a name on their french fries.