This Semester
Every semester there is a nervousness that returns at the beginning of each new semester. This is my third semester in College and I would have to say it has been the hardest. I started out with four classes this semester, but cut down to three because of the hours. It seems like all of my teachers have gotten together and decided to give me an overload of homework. It’s not just the workload given by each teacher, but my personal life sucked this semester as well. As for my personal life it started with my son have emotional issues, and only being able to stay at school till 2pm. This cuts my study time and class time sufficiently. During Labor Day weekend, we went to Knott’s Berry Farm for a visit with my son’s father. I missed one day that week, but made up the work. Keeping on track for the next two weeks, and then my son’s dad killed himself. Everything went to hell after that. I made up the work I missed for the week I went to Oregon for the ceremonies. However the quality of work was not what I normally put out, because of the emotional stress. So now I am trying to keep my grades up to at least a C average. Failing on top of everything would make me go crazier than I already am. It’s hard though. The emotions are a reminder that I have to do it. Regardless of my mental state no one is going to do it but me. I have a lot of work ahead of me. I honestly can’t wait for this semester to be over. Who knows what next semester will bring, but I know some events that happened in these last ten weeks cannot repeat themselves.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
The truth is what we make of it.... but which one is it?
Tell me lies!
1. I’m scared of death.
2. When I was younger the cops came to my house and arrested me.
3. I was in choir for 3 years.
4. I’ve spent time in a mental institute
5. I want more kids.
6.I have a twin.
1. I’m scared of death.
2. When I was younger the cops came to my house and arrested me.
3. I was in choir for 3 years.
4. I’ve spent time in a mental institute
5. I want more kids.
6.I have a twin.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sweeny Todd.. MMM.... Pussy Pie's..
My fav movie..
lyric's
Mrs. Lovett:
A customer!
Wait! What's yer rush? What's yer hurry?
You gave me such a--
Fright. I thought you was a ghost.
Half a minute, can'tcher?
Sit! Sit ye down!
Sit!
All I meant is that I
Haven't seen a customer for weeks.
Did you come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if my head's a little vague--
Ugh!
What is that?
But you'd think we had the plague--
From the way that people--
keep avoiding--
No you don't!
Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale--
Right you are, sir. would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you, I can't hardly blame them
These are probably the worst pies in London,
I know why nobody cares to take them--
I should know,
I make them.
But good? No,
The worst pies in London--
Even that's polite.
The worst pies in London--
If you doubt it take a bite.
Todd:
Ugh!
Mrs. Lovett:
Is that just, disgusting?
You have to concede it.
It's nothing but crusting--
Here drink this, you'll need it--
The worst pies in London--
And no wonder with the price of meat
What it is
when you get it.
Never thought I'd live to see the day men'd think it was a treat
Finding poor
Animals
Wot are dying in the street.
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop,
Does a business, but I notice something weird--
Lately, all her neighbors' cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her--
Wot I calls
Enterprise,
Popping pussies into pies.
Wouldn't do in my shop--
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick.
And I'm telling you them pussy cats is quick.
No denying times is hard, sir--
Even harder than
The worst pies in London.
Only lard and nothing more--
Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty,
It looks like it's molting,
And tastes like--
Well, pity
A woman alone
With limited wind
And the worst pies in London!
Ah sir,
Times is hard. Times is hard.
Todd:
Isn't that a room up there over the shop? If times are
so hard, why don't you rent it out? That should bring
in something.
Mrs. Lovett:
Up there? Oh, no one will go near it. People think
it's haunted. You see, years ago, something happened
up there. Something not very nice.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
opinion.....................
Jessica Garcia
English 101
You asked for it!
My opinion:
The controversy question: Should soda be excluded from foods food -stamp users can buy? In the article we were given their arguments were that it causes obesity and diabetes. Are you really thinking that if you take soda off of the list of to buy stuff that the people aren’t going to buy it still? That the rates of obesity will go down and people won’t be diabetic any more. You know that Food Stamps can’t buy McDonalds and the people using food stamps or cash aid still go there. Taking away soda isn’t going to make that big of an impact unless you take every junk food/fast food/ sugar juice away from not only the food stamp population but the entire population. Obesity and Diabetes hits anyone not just because their on food stamps. If you are going to take soda, it won’t stop, the “man” will continue to take foods away until the food stamp recipients are on Uncle Sam’s’ diet. The con article had a good point that food stamps should be able to be used at farmers markets, at cheaper rates so the food stamp population can afford to eat healthy. If obesity and diabetes are a high concern they should set up an awareness group that helps to inform people of healthy alternatives. Instead of placing the blame on the food stamp population they need to find another way. Soda is a high cost, maybe that can be reduced, or special prices for food stamp participants. I know that if you are on food stamps I’m sure you recycle, so the money you get back from cans is a vital part of your lifestyle. Maybe it’s that last bit of gas that gets you to your job, or your child to school. Instead of fighting what people are on food stamps eat, or drink we should find a way to help them either get off food stamps or get what they need while on it. Resources help too much when you are in a state that needs help. Food stamps were meant to assist, not depend on. However there are many families in this economy that depend on them. If they didn’t have food stamps they wouldn’t eat. Food boxes, food stamps, cash aid, and assisted child care is depended on by more people than you would think. Single moms, Grandma’s with young children, homeless, the sick, and many more depend on the assistance from the state. With budget cuts, and threats that these services will be the first to go we shouldn’t be looking at the petty “what people are eating” and looking at how to save these services that are depended on by many. I personally am a recipient of all the above. I’m a single mother of a 3 year old, and a high school dropout. I am the only one who can do anything for my son, and since I am in school there isn’t much I can do. If I didn’t have paid child care, I wouldn’t be able to afford child care, and I wouldn’t be able to do anything. Except take care of my child.
English 101
You asked for it!
My opinion:
The controversy question: Should soda be excluded from foods food -stamp users can buy? In the article we were given their arguments were that it causes obesity and diabetes. Are you really thinking that if you take soda off of the list of to buy stuff that the people aren’t going to buy it still? That the rates of obesity will go down and people won’t be diabetic any more. You know that Food Stamps can’t buy McDonalds and the people using food stamps or cash aid still go there. Taking away soda isn’t going to make that big of an impact unless you take every junk food/fast food/ sugar juice away from not only the food stamp population but the entire population. Obesity and Diabetes hits anyone not just because their on food stamps. If you are going to take soda, it won’t stop, the “man” will continue to take foods away until the food stamp recipients are on Uncle Sam’s’ diet. The con article had a good point that food stamps should be able to be used at farmers markets, at cheaper rates so the food stamp population can afford to eat healthy. If obesity and diabetes are a high concern they should set up an awareness group that helps to inform people of healthy alternatives. Instead of placing the blame on the food stamp population they need to find another way. Soda is a high cost, maybe that can be reduced, or special prices for food stamp participants. I know that if you are on food stamps I’m sure you recycle, so the money you get back from cans is a vital part of your lifestyle. Maybe it’s that last bit of gas that gets you to your job, or your child to school. Instead of fighting what people are on food stamps eat, or drink we should find a way to help them either get off food stamps or get what they need while on it. Resources help too much when you are in a state that needs help. Food stamps were meant to assist, not depend on. However there are many families in this economy that depend on them. If they didn’t have food stamps they wouldn’t eat. Food boxes, food stamps, cash aid, and assisted child care is depended on by more people than you would think. Single moms, Grandma’s with young children, homeless, the sick, and many more depend on the assistance from the state. With budget cuts, and threats that these services will be the first to go we shouldn’t be looking at the petty “what people are eating” and looking at how to save these services that are depended on by many. I personally am a recipient of all the above. I’m a single mother of a 3 year old, and a high school dropout. I am the only one who can do anything for my son, and since I am in school there isn’t much I can do. If I didn’t have paid child care, I wouldn’t be able to afford child care, and I wouldn’t be able to do anything. Except take care of my child.
Friday, October 8, 2010
F.....Family....
Jessica Garcia
English 101
10-08-10
Family:
Family is a hard thing for me to describe. What family was when I was young is nothing like my modern day family. When I was young my family was close. Any reason was a reason to get to get together. Now we only get together for funerals or milestone birthdays.
My Father:
When I was a little girl I can remember spending a lot of time with my father. Driving golf carts at his work, fishing trips, camping, and of course yearly Mexico trips. As I grew into a young lady he required me to do more “women’s work.” Cleaning and cooking, or whatever he needed done. I rebelled, and told him “I was his daughter and not his slave.” He told me to get out or pay rent. I moved out and moved in with my boyfriend at the time. After I held a job and was on my own my father reestablished a relationship with me. We began racing nitro R/C’s and things were good. He helped my boyfriend and I realize we wanted more. My father helped us buy a house in Oregon. I got married and divorced in that house. After my divorce there were some hard times hit. I was knocked up and alone. So again life before my father didn’t want much to do with me. About 1 ½ years later I had to move back to California. My cousins and aunts all told me not to worry because my father would be the male role model my son needed Since I was leaving my sons father we could work out our problems and be close again. I didn’t know till I moved here that he was engaged to a woman who told my grandma she doesn’t like children. I’ve been here 2 years and have seen my father maybe 10 times. He has not stepped up to be a role model to anyone.
My Mother:
In short I’ll start with, my mother is crazy! Growing up I can remember mostly yelling from her. She was yelling at my father until they got divorced. Her yelling at me until I moved out. Everything has always been a fight with her. (This is where I get my psycho) My mother had a drinking problem when I was growing up, but she found peace in god. When I was 13 she married this controlling genius that sucked the life out of her. When I moved back to California she was the one who flew up and helped me rent and drive the truck. She can do anything but keep her opinion to herself. She tells everyone that she will support and help me raise my son, and all she wants me to do is go to school. Really the translation is that she has me pay rent, buy food, and I take care of my son when he is not at school. She is two faced, but I need her. We go to Wal-Mart and people think we are lesbians. It’s an odd relationship, but I have no one else.
It doesn’t matter if you’re blood anyone will turn their back on you. My family is what I make of it, and consists of myself, my son and my mother. Family to me is the same as the strangers in the classroom, I know who you are but we don’t talk.
English 101
10-08-10
Family:
Family is a hard thing for me to describe. What family was when I was young is nothing like my modern day family. When I was young my family was close. Any reason was a reason to get to get together. Now we only get together for funerals or milestone birthdays.
My Father:
When I was a little girl I can remember spending a lot of time with my father. Driving golf carts at his work, fishing trips, camping, and of course yearly Mexico trips. As I grew into a young lady he required me to do more “women’s work.” Cleaning and cooking, or whatever he needed done. I rebelled, and told him “I was his daughter and not his slave.” He told me to get out or pay rent. I moved out and moved in with my boyfriend at the time. After I held a job and was on my own my father reestablished a relationship with me. We began racing nitro R/C’s and things were good. He helped my boyfriend and I realize we wanted more. My father helped us buy a house in Oregon. I got married and divorced in that house. After my divorce there were some hard times hit. I was knocked up and alone. So again life before my father didn’t want much to do with me. About 1 ½ years later I had to move back to California. My cousins and aunts all told me not to worry because my father would be the male role model my son needed Since I was leaving my sons father we could work out our problems and be close again. I didn’t know till I moved here that he was engaged to a woman who told my grandma she doesn’t like children. I’ve been here 2 years and have seen my father maybe 10 times. He has not stepped up to be a role model to anyone.
My Mother:
In short I’ll start with, my mother is crazy! Growing up I can remember mostly yelling from her. She was yelling at my father until they got divorced. Her yelling at me until I moved out. Everything has always been a fight with her. (This is where I get my psycho) My mother had a drinking problem when I was growing up, but she found peace in god. When I was 13 she married this controlling genius that sucked the life out of her. When I moved back to California she was the one who flew up and helped me rent and drive the truck. She can do anything but keep her opinion to herself. She tells everyone that she will support and help me raise my son, and all she wants me to do is go to school. Really the translation is that she has me pay rent, buy food, and I take care of my son when he is not at school. She is two faced, but I need her. We go to Wal-Mart and people think we are lesbians. It’s an odd relationship, but I have no one else.
It doesn’t matter if you’re blood anyone will turn their back on you. My family is what I make of it, and consists of myself, my son and my mother. Family to me is the same as the strangers in the classroom, I know who you are but we don’t talk.
A Significant time in my life:
A Significant time in my life:
My first car
I was eighteen when I got my license, and my mother bought me my first car. She had a client who had a 1991 Geo Storm that was reasonable in price. She told my mother that all services were up to date, and it was well taken care of. The only down side we could see was that it was a stick shift, and I didn’t know how to drive one yet. I learned very fast how to drive it, and had many struggles on the hills in Ventura. I also learned not everything people say is true, even if it is a client.
I was very excited to have my own car. There would be no more walking everywhere, or waiting for the bus. First thing was first, I went to Circuit City and bought a bundle stereo deal. It came with mids, tweeters, subs, the head unit, and even installation. For a cheap stereo system, it actually bumped pretty nice. I drove the car for about a month, and one day my car began to overheat. Being a new car owner I wasn’t sure why the steam was piling out of the sides of my hood. I waited for it to die down and then opened the hood. At the time I was pretty ticked off, late for work, and stuck on the side of the road. When I opened the hood the first thing I saw was water was leaking from the bottom of the car. I checked the radiator and called my boyfriend. All the water was gone, and I didn’t have AAA. I filled up a gallon of water, and put it in the radiator. I talked to a mechanic and decided to try to drive it to his shop. About every block I was pulling over to fill up the radiator. When I got to the mechanic’s, he checked to see what the problem was. He told me the water pump blew and told me the price to fix it. I later called my mother and learned that the reason her client was getting rid of the car was because she was moving out of the country. While the mechanic was fixing the pump problem, he did an overall inspection of the car. When I went back to pick up my car I found out that the water pump was not the only work needed on the car. The spark plug wires were corroded, and needed to be replaced. The entire suspension system needed to be replaced, and braking system needed replacing. I basically found out in one swift shot that my mother’s client had ripped her off. The mechanic let me know that next time I want to buy a car to bring it to his shop first and he would gladly look it over. I had the most important things fixed and continued to drive the car.
The car was not in the best of shape but it ran. With my exhaust leaking and stereo bumping I drove it for the next month. Then one day on my way home from work, I exited the freeway in Goleta. With a loud explosion my rpm’s went up and the car didn’t accelerate. I pulled off the freeway, turned it off. I turned it back on and tried to go in first gear. The car wouldn’t move, but was revving up. I changed it to second gear, and let the clutch out and it still wouldn’t move. The engine just kept revving up, but wouldn’t move. This was the time before everyone had cell phones, so I walked to the nearest business. Ironically the nearest business was a used car dealership. I called my boyfriend, and he called a tow truck. The car was towed to my boyfriend’s parent’s house. While I was waiting for the tow truck I looked at the used cars on the lot. I ended up test driving a 1999 Honda Accord, and fell in love with it. The Honda Accord was a stick shift a well, but it shifted so much easier then my Geo Storm. I could tell the 8 year difference as I drove the car more and more. I wanted it, and would have it. The tow truck appeared, and there was my boyfriend. We went home, and I kicked my stupid car. I vowed not to put any more money into that stupid car. I named that car “stupid car”.
The next day I returned to that used car dealership. My Honda sat there, waiting for me to return. I test drove it one more time, and went inside to sign the papers. My boyfriend put the down payment on his Discover card, and I drove out of there with my new car. My father couldn’t believe that I had already blew up my first car, and bought a new one. New to me, but it was used to the world. The car drove like a dream. The hoses were all new, the belts were tight, and the car growled when you hit the gas pedal. Shortly after I learned the closer you are to red lining the faster it goes. Again, first thing was first I needed a stereo system. I took my car to Audio Experts, and had a real stereo put in. I had the 6 disk CD player, Mb quart mids and tweeters, and two 12inch JL W6 subs in my trunk. I got my cold air intake and the growl from my acceleration got louder. My nephew used to say “make it sound like a motorcycle”.
After the whole situation blew over I ended up selling my Geo Storm for 100.00 to a friend who knew all the problems I had with it. I walked away broke, with a car payment, and a really cool new car. The experience I have had with this situation has taught me some well lived lesions in life. Never trust when someone’s trying to sell you something. Always have a mechanic look over your car, especially when you’re buying it from a private seller. AAA rocks and you should always have it! I can take care of myself if a situation occurs and I’m stuck. Financing a car isn’t the best idea, and I didn’t know about the price of insurance. Since full coverage is required for a financed car, it’s a lot more expensive than I thought. I kept my Honda for many years to come, till I got divorced. My ex-husband ended up getting it in the settlement, and sold it in Santa Barbara. I still to this day look at every grey Honda Accord to see if it is my old one. It was the most durable car I have ever had, and I would buy another one in a hot minute if I had the money.
My first car
I was eighteen when I got my license, and my mother bought me my first car. She had a client who had a 1991 Geo Storm that was reasonable in price. She told my mother that all services were up to date, and it was well taken care of. The only down side we could see was that it was a stick shift, and I didn’t know how to drive one yet. I learned very fast how to drive it, and had many struggles on the hills in Ventura. I also learned not everything people say is true, even if it is a client.
I was very excited to have my own car. There would be no more walking everywhere, or waiting for the bus. First thing was first, I went to Circuit City and bought a bundle stereo deal. It came with mids, tweeters, subs, the head unit, and even installation. For a cheap stereo system, it actually bumped pretty nice. I drove the car for about a month, and one day my car began to overheat. Being a new car owner I wasn’t sure why the steam was piling out of the sides of my hood. I waited for it to die down and then opened the hood. At the time I was pretty ticked off, late for work, and stuck on the side of the road. When I opened the hood the first thing I saw was water was leaking from the bottom of the car. I checked the radiator and called my boyfriend. All the water was gone, and I didn’t have AAA. I filled up a gallon of water, and put it in the radiator. I talked to a mechanic and decided to try to drive it to his shop. About every block I was pulling over to fill up the radiator. When I got to the mechanic’s, he checked to see what the problem was. He told me the water pump blew and told me the price to fix it. I later called my mother and learned that the reason her client was getting rid of the car was because she was moving out of the country. While the mechanic was fixing the pump problem, he did an overall inspection of the car. When I went back to pick up my car I found out that the water pump was not the only work needed on the car. The spark plug wires were corroded, and needed to be replaced. The entire suspension system needed to be replaced, and braking system needed replacing. I basically found out in one swift shot that my mother’s client had ripped her off. The mechanic let me know that next time I want to buy a car to bring it to his shop first and he would gladly look it over. I had the most important things fixed and continued to drive the car.
The car was not in the best of shape but it ran. With my exhaust leaking and stereo bumping I drove it for the next month. Then one day on my way home from work, I exited the freeway in Goleta. With a loud explosion my rpm’s went up and the car didn’t accelerate. I pulled off the freeway, turned it off. I turned it back on and tried to go in first gear. The car wouldn’t move, but was revving up. I changed it to second gear, and let the clutch out and it still wouldn’t move. The engine just kept revving up, but wouldn’t move. This was the time before everyone had cell phones, so I walked to the nearest business. Ironically the nearest business was a used car dealership. I called my boyfriend, and he called a tow truck. The car was towed to my boyfriend’s parent’s house. While I was waiting for the tow truck I looked at the used cars on the lot. I ended up test driving a 1999 Honda Accord, and fell in love with it. The Honda Accord was a stick shift a well, but it shifted so much easier then my Geo Storm. I could tell the 8 year difference as I drove the car more and more. I wanted it, and would have it. The tow truck appeared, and there was my boyfriend. We went home, and I kicked my stupid car. I vowed not to put any more money into that stupid car. I named that car “stupid car”.
The next day I returned to that used car dealership. My Honda sat there, waiting for me to return. I test drove it one more time, and went inside to sign the papers. My boyfriend put the down payment on his Discover card, and I drove out of there with my new car. My father couldn’t believe that I had already blew up my first car, and bought a new one. New to me, but it was used to the world. The car drove like a dream. The hoses were all new, the belts were tight, and the car growled when you hit the gas pedal. Shortly after I learned the closer you are to red lining the faster it goes. Again, first thing was first I needed a stereo system. I took my car to Audio Experts, and had a real stereo put in. I had the 6 disk CD player, Mb quart mids and tweeters, and two 12inch JL W6 subs in my trunk. I got my cold air intake and the growl from my acceleration got louder. My nephew used to say “make it sound like a motorcycle”.
After the whole situation blew over I ended up selling my Geo Storm for 100.00 to a friend who knew all the problems I had with it. I walked away broke, with a car payment, and a really cool new car. The experience I have had with this situation has taught me some well lived lesions in life. Never trust when someone’s trying to sell you something. Always have a mechanic look over your car, especially when you’re buying it from a private seller. AAA rocks and you should always have it! I can take care of myself if a situation occurs and I’m stuck. Financing a car isn’t the best idea, and I didn’t know about the price of insurance. Since full coverage is required for a financed car, it’s a lot more expensive than I thought. I kept my Honda for many years to come, till I got divorced. My ex-husband ended up getting it in the settlement, and sold it in Santa Barbara. I still to this day look at every grey Honda Accord to see if it is my old one. It was the most durable car I have ever had, and I would buy another one in a hot minute if I had the money.
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