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Thursday, June 4, 2009
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Dear Reader,
Dear Reader,
I am originally from a small town called Zamboanga in the Philippines. It was 0ctober of 2005 when I arrived here in Arlington, Washington. I return to college to become a registered nurse. In 2007, I had started to take this same class with the same instructor, but then in the middle I moved to California for a family reason. When I returned to Everett I registered for this class again. I knew I would like it because I am comfortable with the instructor; she explains things thoroughly and makes it easy to figure out what to do. I have enjoyed this class because I have improved in my English skills. Even though she gives a lot of homework, I enjoy it and it has helped me to be a better writer.
The things that have motivated me to continue attending this class are my classmates, my peer response group, and my study group. The peer response helps me to write better English, because that’s where I learn to find my mistakes. The study group helped me to remember all the lessons we learned in the class, by reviewing all together as a group. Most of all, I appreciate our English instructor who manage to understands everybody most of the time. I found it hard to write essays as they take me forever to think of the needed vocabulary. I honestly enjoyed doing the blog, except I had to write more using what we had learned in class. I thank God we are done because run out of stories to tell.
I remember the first day of the quarter, the class was so quiet, I felt that everybody was unfriendly. Things changed the longer I attended the class. Now I don’t feel like attending another class without my familiar the classmates that I met this quarter. I like the unity we have in the class and the friendships we have built. I love how the class thought me how I have improved my writing skills, and that I am getting better at forming ideas to write about. I spent sleepless nights and stressful days as I struggled with figuring out how to write, and the overwhelming moments I experienced this quarter has had its effect on me. Even all the hardships I have faced in this class is worth it because I have learned a lot and have improved my English skills. I would recommend this class and instructor to anyone wanting or needing to improve their writing skills.
In my e-portfolio I included 3 of my major writing assignments and one of the journals I wrote in class. I posted a picture with my dog to share with you one of my treasured memories. I hope you will enjoy all the short stories I wrote. you are all welcome to post a comments and suggestions on my writing.
I am originally from a small town called Zamboanga in the Philippines. It was 0ctober of 2005 when I arrived here in Arlington, Washington. I return to college to become a registered nurse. In 2007, I had started to take this same class with the same instructor, but then in the middle I moved to California for a family reason. When I returned to Everett I registered for this class again. I knew I would like it because I am comfortable with the instructor; she explains things thoroughly and makes it easy to figure out what to do. I have enjoyed this class because I have improved in my English skills. Even though she gives a lot of homework, I enjoy it and it has helped me to be a better writer.
The things that have motivated me to continue attending this class are my classmates, my peer response group, and my study group. The peer response helps me to write better English, because that’s where I learn to find my mistakes. The study group helped me to remember all the lessons we learned in the class, by reviewing all together as a group. Most of all, I appreciate our English instructor who manage to understands everybody most of the time. I found it hard to write essays as they take me forever to think of the needed vocabulary. I honestly enjoyed doing the blog, except I had to write more using what we had learned in class. I thank God we are done because run out of stories to tell.
I remember the first day of the quarter, the class was so quiet, I felt that everybody was unfriendly. Things changed the longer I attended the class. Now I don’t feel like attending another class without my familiar the classmates that I met this quarter. I like the unity we have in the class and the friendships we have built. I love how the class thought me how I have improved my writing skills, and that I am getting better at forming ideas to write about. I spent sleepless nights and stressful days as I struggled with figuring out how to write, and the overwhelming moments I experienced this quarter has had its effect on me. Even all the hardships I have faced in this class is worth it because I have learned a lot and have improved my English skills. I would recommend this class and instructor to anyone wanting or needing to improve their writing skills.
In my e-portfolio I included 3 of my major writing assignments and one of the journals I wrote in class. I posted a picture with my dog to share with you one of my treasured memories. I hope you will enjoy all the short stories I wrote. you are all welcome to post a comments and suggestions on my writing.
Introduction to "My Protective Dog"
The first piece that you are about to read is one of the major writing assignment of our English class is titled, “My Protective Dog” I wrote it on the second week of class. I chose this piece to post in my e-portfolio because it was my first story of telling, not showing that I wrote in class. I had hard time looking for specific word choice to use. The assignment was to show not tell and I needed to show a sensory details. For example, “His bark is like the blast of a tuba.” instead of saying he barks loud. Writing this piece helped me bring out my inner self to write the stories of my life. With this story, I’d like to share him with you.
My Protective Dog
Patchie, a four year old, 120 pound white German Sheppard, who is a big as a horse, is my protective dog. His bark is loud like the blast of a tuba. His massive weight is enough to knock over a Seahawk linebacker. Not only is he a protective dog, but he is a good friend too.
Patchie has no fear. He keeps coyotes, deer, and other animals from eating our flowers. He protects our house from would be thieves. My security dog prowls the grounds on a regular basis, keeping a watchful eye for human intruders, bears, deer, and raccoons too. He gets into a lot of fights trying to keep me from getting hurt. Once when we went on a walk, a pack of mean dogs came rushing out at us. Patchie barked and jumped on them. He came home bleeding, but I was safe. Patchie is always at my side. At night when I have to grab something out of the car or just go down to the garage, he is there watching me, making me feel safe.
Although Patchie is a very aggressive protective family member, he is loving and has a sweet heart to those he knows. When he sees that I am sad he throws me his toys, wanting to play fetch with me. He likes to lick my hand and put his big head in my lap. I enjoy Patchie this way, but sometimes he is rude. Like when he stands between me and others when we are talking. Patchie is a handful at times but a delight. Having a dog is a lot of work but the peace of mind that comes from having a giant protective dog cannot be beat.
Introduction to "My first Fishing Experience"
The next story I have include in my e-portfolio is one of the journal entries I wrote for class.” My first Fishing Experience” is an essay that I enjoyed writing because it was about a very memorable experience I had. I grew in my writing dialogue abilities in this journal. “ ‘ Why do we have to get up early? I’m so tired!’ I complained while yarning.” I hope you enjoy this tale.
My first Fishing Experience
It was four A.M when we left the house to head on our way to Canada. I was very excited at first. I packed all kinds of candy bars, and some drinks, but left my laptop and Ipod at home. I thought it would be a fun time for me, my husband and his friends. But I had no idea that I would be in a boat around circles, like merry go around ride, waiting for the fish to grab the bait and that would take a time.
For this fishing trip we headed to Renfrew on Vancouver Island. It is a beautiful island, clean, not very crowed, and very big. So big in fact that we got lost over and over. Even Map Quest and talking Tom-Tom GPS were useless to us. Jim, my husband, was driving, and it took us four hours to get to the island because we got lost four times in a row. Jim missed a couple of exits, and turned the wrong way several times. When we arrived at quaint little Renfrew Marina, and parked the truck, the guys all started to give Jim a hard time about getting lost so often. We were all starving when we got there so we grabbed something to eat at the inn. Then each of Jim’s friends checked in, with their girlfriends, and went straight to sleep. We needed to get up at three A.M. I didn’t understand this. In the morning I asked, “Why do we have to get up this early? I’m so tired!” I complained while yarning.
“Well, you can stay if you want?”One of the guys said, making fun of me.
“No! I’m going fishing!”I said out loud.
We all got ready and went to grab coffee and breakfast in a small restaurant, “Gosh! Everything is expensive here?” I said,
“Duh? What do you expect? It’s Canada and way out of the city!”Jim answered.
After we ate and drank coffee, we jumped in the truck and drove to meet the man who owns the boat, that we would spend the day on.
When we get to the dock , I was so excited. It was my first time on a boat. My knees were shaking as I saw the water splashing onto the side of the boat. I couldn’t wait to get in the craft and feel the waves. We got on and then, the man who owns the boat taught us some techniques to catch fish, and we all had to be patience and listen to what he said. I was sitting down inside in a little room, while starring outside, It was wavy; I could see some fish jumping into the air, that was the fun part. After 30 minutes of starring outside, I felt slightly sick to my stomach, few minutes later I felt light headed. I thought I was just focusing with one object, because without eyeglasses it gives me a headache; however, it got worse, I felt like throwing up. I tried to lay my head down on the table, but it wouldn’t stop. I got dizzier the more moved. I yelled at Jim, “ Hey Jim? I’m dizzy?” I said.
“Are you getting sea sick?” he asked.
“I don’t know!” I replied. All I wanted to do was go back to motel. I heard Bob one, of my husband’s friends catch the first salmon. When it’s was my turn to fish, everybody was laughing at me, because suddenly I was throwing up into my husband’s coat. I asked one of them to fish for me, and I told them that I would fish the next round. But I was so sick that I couldn’t even open my eyes, I turned green. I was so wet from sweating and throwing up on myself. Plus I was dehydrated but the guys had left all the bottled water in the truck. I was crying and begging them to drop me off somewhere on the side of the island and just pick me up when they got done. Once again, they where cracking up because of what I said, they all began to say, “There’s a bear out there?” they were trying to scare me.
“I’m dying; I know you guys are trying to kill me!”I screamed at them while crying. They laughed at me. I stayed in the boat until they got done fishing, I was crying and telling them that this will be my first and last fishing trip. I was so weak, wet and smelly. Everybody was picking on me, I was so mad, that I had to stay and be sick on that boat, while they were having fun. And the reason they didn’t want to go back to drop me off was because they had all paid four hundred dollars to rent the boat and to fish. I wasted my time and money and I did not catch any fish. I promised to myself then and there that I wouldn’t go fishing ever again.
For this fishing trip we headed to Renfrew on Vancouver Island. It is a beautiful island, clean, not very crowed, and very big. So big in fact that we got lost over and over. Even Map Quest and talking Tom-Tom GPS were useless to us. Jim, my husband, was driving, and it took us four hours to get to the island because we got lost four times in a row. Jim missed a couple of exits, and turned the wrong way several times. When we arrived at quaint little Renfrew Marina, and parked the truck, the guys all started to give Jim a hard time about getting lost so often. We were all starving when we got there so we grabbed something to eat at the inn. Then each of Jim’s friends checked in, with their girlfriends, and went straight to sleep. We needed to get up at three A.M. I didn’t understand this. In the morning I asked, “Why do we have to get up this early? I’m so tired!” I complained while yarning.
“Well, you can stay if you want?”One of the guys said, making fun of me.
“No! I’m going fishing!”I said out loud.
We all got ready and went to grab coffee and breakfast in a small restaurant, “Gosh! Everything is expensive here?” I said,
“Duh? What do you expect? It’s Canada and way out of the city!”Jim answered.
After we ate and drank coffee, we jumped in the truck and drove to meet the man who owns the boat, that we would spend the day on.
When we get to the dock , I was so excited. It was my first time on a boat. My knees were shaking as I saw the water splashing onto the side of the boat. I couldn’t wait to get in the craft and feel the waves. We got on and then, the man who owns the boat taught us some techniques to catch fish, and we all had to be patience and listen to what he said. I was sitting down inside in a little room, while starring outside, It was wavy; I could see some fish jumping into the air, that was the fun part. After 30 minutes of starring outside, I felt slightly sick to my stomach, few minutes later I felt light headed. I thought I was just focusing with one object, because without eyeglasses it gives me a headache; however, it got worse, I felt like throwing up. I tried to lay my head down on the table, but it wouldn’t stop. I got dizzier the more moved. I yelled at Jim, “ Hey Jim? I’m dizzy?” I said.
“Are you getting sea sick?” he asked.
“I don’t know!” I replied. All I wanted to do was go back to motel. I heard Bob one, of my husband’s friends catch the first salmon. When it’s was my turn to fish, everybody was laughing at me, because suddenly I was throwing up into my husband’s coat. I asked one of them to fish for me, and I told them that I would fish the next round. But I was so sick that I couldn’t even open my eyes, I turned green. I was so wet from sweating and throwing up on myself. Plus I was dehydrated but the guys had left all the bottled water in the truck. I was crying and begging them to drop me off somewhere on the side of the island and just pick me up when they got done. Once again, they where cracking up because of what I said, they all began to say, “There’s a bear out there?” they were trying to scare me.
“I’m dying; I know you guys are trying to kill me!”I screamed at them while crying. They laughed at me. I stayed in the boat until they got done fishing, I was crying and telling them that this will be my first and last fishing trip. I was so weak, wet and smelly. Everybody was picking on me, I was so mad, that I had to stay and be sick on that boat, while they were having fun. And the reason they didn’t want to go back to drop me off was because they had all paid four hundred dollars to rent the boat and to fish. I wasted my time and money and I did not catch any fish. I promised to myself then and there that I wouldn’t go fishing ever again.
Introduction to "It's All about Friendship"
My next piece of writing is entitled “It’s all about friendship.” This piece is about a growing relationship with a girlfriend of mine. It was our second major writing assignment that was written during our six week of class. I chose this piece because of the wonderful friendship that has developed since I arrived in America. As an emergent I feel that this piece helped me develop my descriptive words to paint a picture for the reader. For example “She is short in height with short burgundy hair.”
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