i think i have changed my major a zillion times in the last 4 years. but i have a final decision.
in high school i thought i was going to do psychology.
then it was undecided.
followed by creative writing.
then journalism.
then a double major in creative writing and english education.
then a major in english education and a minor in creative writing.
and now a major in english and a minor in creative writing!!
peace out education.
so if all goes as planned...i could graduate next december! woot woot woot!!
Monday, October 29, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
the court house.
i am not sure that i am cut out for the real world of downtown oklahoma city.
on this joyous day i took a little venture into the unknown: county courthouse.
you see, yesterday i woke up bright and early monday morning to go to work and let the cleaning lady and her "creeper" son in the store to push around dust...(a creeper is one who causes extreme awkward situations to occur, and could quite possibly give you the "all-overs."). well, i was running late, so i decided that the turnpike would be an okay place to speed on considering i havent been pulled over since i was 16 so i must be escaping the law pretty well. but, no. mr. policeman did a nice little u-turn. i was bawling at this point. i got a verbal warning for my 10mph over the speed limit, and a $206 ticket for not being able to find my insurance...yet that could be fixed by a simple trip to the courthouse. which brings me to the events of today...
strike one: parking downtown is a chaotic mixture of one way streets and dodging homeless people.
strike two: metal detectors.
strike three: WAITING in line doesnt do much for my patience
strike four: the man in front of me wanted to see his parole officer.
you would think that there would be a place for someone like me, who only needed to get her little ticket dismissed, to go without having to deal with every incompetent person in oklahoma city in one setting. but, no.
on this joyous day i took a little venture into the unknown: county courthouse.
you see, yesterday i woke up bright and early monday morning to go to work and let the cleaning lady and her "creeper" son in the store to push around dust...(a creeper is one who causes extreme awkward situations to occur, and could quite possibly give you the "all-overs."). well, i was running late, so i decided that the turnpike would be an okay place to speed on considering i havent been pulled over since i was 16 so i must be escaping the law pretty well. but, no. mr. policeman did a nice little u-turn. i was bawling at this point. i got a verbal warning for my 10mph over the speed limit, and a $206 ticket for not being able to find my insurance...yet that could be fixed by a simple trip to the courthouse. which brings me to the events of today...
strike one: parking downtown is a chaotic mixture of one way streets and dodging homeless people.
strike two: metal detectors.
strike three: WAITING in line doesnt do much for my patience
strike four: the man in front of me wanted to see his parole officer.
you would think that there would be a place for someone like me, who only needed to get her little ticket dismissed, to go without having to deal with every incompetent person in oklahoma city in one setting. but, no.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
somewhere in the mind.
"In literary criticism, stream of consciousness is a literary technique that seeks to portray an individual's point of view by giving the written equivalent of the character's thought processes, either in a loose interior monologue, or in connection to his or her sensory reactions to external occurrences. Stream-of-consciousness writing is strongly associated with the modernist movement."
one of the most hilarious shows, Scrubs, uses this literary technique to stand out amongst other t.v. shows. a somewhat difficult, yet extremely intriquing, technique.
one of the most hilarious shows, Scrubs, uses this literary technique to stand out amongst other t.v. shows. a somewhat difficult, yet extremely intriquing, technique.
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