Looking Back on Summer C

College has been everything that I was expecting and more. My first five weeks have moved faster than any other five weeks in my life. Classes were, for the most part, pretty easy and my study habits have greatly improved. I now study for tests and pre write for all of my papers. Getting assignments in by the deadline has to be one of the most stressful parts about college. If you aren't able to get your assignments turned in on time then you don't belong at college in the first place.

One way that I have totally been changed by college is that my sleeping schedule has been drastically altered. Before in high school I would get to sleep at a reasonable time and wake up early in the morning. Now in college I'm up till two or three in the morning working on papers, hanging out, enjoying Tallahassee nightlife, or just studying for tomorrows class. Even with staying up this late I still wake up at 9 every morning to attend class. This has been a major change in my routine. Another way that i have been changed is that I now realize the importance of schooling. Many people goof around in college and end up not having successful careers later on in their life. Thankfully, I have realized this early in college. I have the goal of being successful in the future, so I am now striving to achieve that goal by working very hard throughout my years at Florida State..

Overall, the time i have experienced at Florida State University so far will be ones that i will tell my kids about and will never be forgotten. Hopefully, the rest of my college encounters follow my previous experiences and in some cases end up being better. Can't wait until fall!!!! GO Seminoles!

How I feel on 7/27

I feel as if I haven't slept for days. As if every ounce of energy that was left in my body has exasperated. I've tried numerous techniques to try and create a more awake me, but all of these attempts were futile. Iv tried coffee, coke, loud music, going to sleep earlier the night before, and everything else you can imagine, but to no avail.

The grogginess can be seen by my fellow classmates. They can see the dark pouches under my eyes from not having had enough sleep. They can tell I'm tired from the bad attitude that I've had for the last couple of days. Finally, they can tell I am exhausted just by my bodies demeanor. I'm slouched in my chair and battling to keep my eyes open.

Fiction Tips

http://www.fictionwriters.com/tips-novel-writing.html

I found the website listed above to be very helpful in my attempt to start writing my first fiction story ever. When I began I had no idea how to start a fiction novel or where I would go with my writing but by learning a few important tips from this website I believe I am on the right track. I learned that the reader has to know who the characters are and their importance to the plot and somewhere in your story there has to be a climax which keeps suspense in your writing. Using these and a couple of other tips should allow you to begin on your own fiction story.

Reflection

When I walked into ENC 1101 I was not a very good writer. I knew the basics but my main goal when writing was to just try and get the paper done as soon as possible. That's because I believed that the sooner the paper was completed the more time I would have to do other more enjoyable things like hanging out with buddies or playing sports. I have come along way in the short time we have spent in this freshman English class.

Writing has now become something that I have no problem with and enjoy doing. Like I stated earlier, writing was an obstacle for me so I would rush through my papers and get them done. My first draft that I would write would be my final draft. Thats the crazy concept i had of writing. I have now learned that the act of revision is a vital step if you want a well written paper. I now revise my papers anywhere from 3 to 10 times just to get the best possible final product that I can. Another valuable lesson i have learned dealing with revising is to allow another person to read and edit your paper. This allows you to find many mistakes that you would not have seen if only you had read it.

The last thing I have learned about my writing is that it comes a lot easier when I write about something I can relate to and am interested in. For instance if I am writing about sports or if I'm writing a paper about experiences I find it to be easy because I know about the details and what happened. Basically I learned that if you ENJOY what your writing about you will ENJOY writing itself!

Overall, I have dramatically grown as a writer. I believe that I can now complete any writing assignment with ease because of what i have learned. I am going to write a mystery for my last paper so hopefully these lessons i have learned will allow me to write it with ease.

My Obituary

Kyle Kubacki (1993-2011) Was known to all as a very pleasant and easy going young man. Known for his intense desire to follow sports and his love for everyone that was contagious. He left this planet way earlier than he should have and could have contributed to this world if he had the time. With this said he achieved many things throughout his life. He was on the honor roll at his high-school, he was the captain of his soccer team, and donated much of his time to helping others through his volunteer work. He left behind his two parents and a brother. A quote that explains this solemn situation would be, " Only the good die young." Kyle Kubacki will remembered by all for a very long time.

Artistic Achievement

Art to me is the creation of beautiful or significant things. I believe that art is not a substance or simple creation. Art is much more than that. Art brings happiness to yourself and others and makes people question reality.

The greatest artistic achievement that I have ever produced was winning a penalty kick shootout in a soccer game on the national level. It was my freshman year and I had just turned 15. My team SWFL United was playing at an international tournament in Virginia Beach, Va. We were representing the state of Florida and in many ways the United States just by being in this tournament. This tournament was filled with teams from England, France, China, The Bahamas,  Mexico, and many other countries. It was the biggest stage i had ever played on and ever single second of it was nerve wracking.

The production of this artistic achievement happened in the semi-final game of the tournament. We were playing a team from Mexico City, Mexico and had battled the entire game with them. The game went into penalty kicks, which every team dreads. In penalty kicks the pressure builds to an astronomical level and the only thing that keeps the players going is their adrenaline and their will. During the overtime our match had come to be a huge spectacle. There were tons of other teams who had lined up along our field to watch this game. Other teams from states like California, North Carolina, Michigan, and Arizona were watching and cheering us on because we were a representative of the U.S. The penalty shoot out got under way and after a couple minutes it was finally my turn. When I got up to take my kick, it was four penalty kicks to three, in favor of my team. If I made this kick we would clinch the game and advance to the finals. As I walked up to the penalty mark my legs started to shake like a wet dog. The sweat was dripping down my face and I was thinking about my teammates and what they had endured throughout the game. I set the ball down and looked at the goalie with his uneven mustache and slick greasy hair. He looked like a giant in the goal. I proceeded to take the kick and put it right in the lower right corner and past the goalie. The whole stadium where we were playing erupted in joyous cheers. I had won the game on that kick. I was quickly tackled by my teammates. When I woke up the next morning in the hotel, I had to ask my mom if that penalty kick really happened. She gave me the biggest smile and told me that it had.

After the game i remember my dad coming up to me and telling me how beautiful that kick was and how I had made this tournament worth coming to for so many families. This is why I believe that this penalty was my greatest artistic achievement. Not only was the actual kick a piece of art but it made delighted many people. I will always remember this special time.

My watcher

The watcher at my gate is constantly in my head. Always telling me not to begin a piece of writing because if I don't begin then there is no way that I can fail. When I picture my "Watcher at the gate", I picture a version of myself. Its not exactly me but he has the same voice as me and thinks along the same lines that I myself think along. My watcher feeds on my negative spirits. Every time that I stop writing and say I have had enough he becomes stronger and ever more present in my mind. But with every sentence and line that I get down on my paper he seems to diminish more and more. My weapon against my "Watcher at the Gate" is my productive writing. Every time I begin a piece of writing I hear him telling me how  wont be able to do the whole paper and how I will get a bad grade. With each paper that I complete my confidence builds and I come close to finally defeating the "Watcher at my Gate.