Christmas Break So Far

After I went through the stressful week of exams I decided I needed to stay in Tuscaloosa during the week before Christmas to work. I was so proud of myself because I went on Monday and worked for a while. Tuesday came and I never made it into work. Wednesday came and I went over to my brother's house that lives in Tuscaloosa to babysit his two little boys while my sister-in-law went to help with his two older girls Christmas parties at school. I could have went to work afterward but I didn't make it. During that time I didn't make it I was cleaning my house seeing how some of the cleaning gets neglected during the semester, so I actually did accomplish something. On Thursday I went Christmas shopping for my mom, dad, and my brother from Atlanta. I got Mom and Dad a dry erase board with dry erase markers, an eraser, and board cleaner, there will be an explanation later. I got my brother a two month subscription to Netflix. He really likes Netflix so I got it for him thinking maybe that will be enough time for him to have it while saving up so he can get it for himself. I hope it works. Anyway I did that and came home and packed up the car. Then Buddy and I loaded up and traveled to Magnolia. On Friday my Dad had his last day of work and only worked half a day and came home to a house full of his children and grandchildren. We had a get together for him to let him know that we appreciated him working so long in order to support us, as for me he is still supporting me but hopefully not for to long. On Sunday my Dad, brother, and I went to church, which was good, and came home. Mom had a virus but she feels better now. Then we went over to my aunt's house to have a late lunch. She had all of her family there except her daughter from Utah and her mother, which my family calls Grandma Harrison even though she isn't our grandmother, so it was good to see them. On Christmas I got up around 7 or 7:30 and mom and I waited for Dad to go feed his goats and for my brother to wake up. around 8 we started opening gifts. I got a digital camera, the book Le Morte Darthur by Sir Thomas Malory, some tools, a book of all of the publishers in the U.S called Writer's Market, and a book with all the works by Truman Capote. I am excited about all of them. After gifts Dad, Mom, my bother, and I went to my other aunt's house to have our traditional Christmas breakfast. My aunt thinks we have been doing it for 50 years. It is a tradition I enjoy alot. I get to see my cousins and eat eggs, bacon, sausage, grits, and biscuits with hot chocolate. Very good!!!! I hope everyone had an excellent Christmas and have a Happy New Year.

Journal of Hope Townsend: A Story of Friendship

The week of exams I finally finished my creative project, the one about Selma and the Selma-to-Montgomery march in 1965. Here is an excerpt. There is a possibility of typos and errors.

Sunday January 3, 1965

Dear Journal,
I want to tell you about my best friend Latosha. I love her so much. She is my bestest bestest friend in the whole word. That is a lot of lovin’. We play together everyday. Her mother works for us and Latosha comes with her. Latosha likes purple just like me. Whenever we play I Spy she always picks something purple and I always guess right. She has black hair and brown eyes. She is really pretty. She doesn’t have the same color skin that I have, but that doesn’t change how I feel about her. Some people yell at her and call her names. That is very mean. They also yell at her family and call them names. Someone called her dad a “coon” the other day. I thought a “coon” was something that daddy calls raccoons sometimes. It makes me very upset when people are mean to her and her family. It makes her upset too. Everytime something happens she cries and I feel so bad for her. Why do people do that? Her and her family are the same kind of people everyone else is but just a different color skin. Latosha and her mom came over today even though they don't come on Sundays because they go to church just like us. She brought me a birthday present. She wrote a letter to me telling me how much she is glad I am her friend and that we are BFF-Best Friends Forever. She told me that a man came to Selma today, I think he is a doctor, she said his name is Dr. King. I wonder if one of his grandfathers was a king. She said that he is going to help people get the right to vote. I don’t see why people need help because Daddy and Momma went to the courthouse and filled out thing saying they could vote. She said she went to watch him talk to a bunch of people about having the right to vote. Well I’m getting kind of tired. TTFN-Ta Ta For Now. Hope

The final draft is a little over 20 pages. If you want to know more maybe one day I can get it published. I plan to polish is up and enter it into a contest at the university before April.

A hard lesson to learn

Here I am a senior in college and have never run into what happened to me last night and this morning. I am an admitted avid procrastinator. To make a long story short and stay away from venting about one of my professors I had two papers due today, which if I remember correctly luckily has never happened in my years of college. One was a group research paper, which is the stupidest thing I have very heard of, seeing as I hate group work and I suck at writing papers since I procrastinate. Needless to say I waited until yesterday and last night to work on them both. I only had to write a minimum of 4 pages on each paper, which you would think would be easy but there was, for lack of a better word, a lot of BSing in the group paper. The other paper was a regular interpretation of a work, which can be hard depending on the work. I finished the interpretation paper last night around 8 and started on the other one. I got two pages on that one and then quit around 10:30 and went to bed. I slept until I got up at six beside the two time I woke up but I don't think I got to much sleep last night because I was stressing. I can overstress about things and that is what happened today. I got up finished my part on the group paper and went to the school computer lab to print my interpretation paper. Lesson learned - as I told mom I only have one more year left.