https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?48689-No-Limits-on-Imagination! The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Thu, 04 Jun 2026 11:56:02 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?48689-No-Limits-on-Imagination! https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12373-Stars Thu, 26 Apr 2012 07:52:32 GMT So, I've been having this...excerpt for lack of terms...hanging around on my computer. The idea for this started one night after I got out my last evening class last autumn. I was looking up at the stars as I waited for my ride, and bam! This story was born although I haven't completed it yet. I've posted it on the forums, but no replies at all.

I've called it Stars up until now because I didn't know what else to call it.

It was a quiet night. I sat back and looked up at the bare sky. Looking closer, I realized what novelists meant when they said the stars twinkle. If you paid enough attention to them, you could see them flicker in and out, like all they needed was a gentle breeze and their light would die. As I gazed at them, the brighter ones seemed to change from red to blue and back again on this nice, warm night.

Twinkle twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are…

I remembered looking at this same ancient sky when I was young, only my father was standing next to me. I would ask him every night he’d take me out what they were made of. “Wishes.” He said once. When I stopped believing him then, I asked him again. He laughed and said, “They’re Christmas lights. The moon decided to decorate the sky!” The last time I spent an evening stargazing with him, I asked, and he told me, “That’s where our souls go when we die, so that we can watch over our loved ones.” Who knew that the next day, he would die in a car accident?

And a few years later, I found out that a real star was just a great big ball of gas miles and miles away.

Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky...

I wonder how much someone would pay for the glittering of light that was said to grant wished…that’s what many wanted to believe a star was. There was nothing rich about it. They only reflected the sun. Dad just loved astronomy and the history of what us humans thought about the stars, and the way they had been recorded in history. After all, that was his profession. Astrology.

I didn’t care what stars were made of anymore. They could disappear for all I cared.

Mood broken, I stood from the lawn chair in my backyard and went inside to fetch my coat, deciding to take a walk.

I should've known something was going to happen, with the direction my mood was already going. Walking down the sidewalk, the only light I paid attention to was the street lights, but thanks to my good vision, my peripherals picked up more than that. That's the only way I could've spotted the little kid off on the other side of the road, hiding behind a dumpster. Quietly, so as not to scare the kid off, I crossed the street. The boy was on his knees, his hands clasped together in front of him. He was muttering something that, only until I got closer could I hear.

"...I wish I may, wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight. Please bring mommy back!" He sounded weak, as though he hadn't eaten in days, but it didn't stop him from speaking this in such a pleading prayer-like way.

"Hey kid." Just like I had predicted, the boy became startled, and he tensed as if ready to run like a scared cat at the sound of my voice. "Don't run."

He froze, paralyzed from both fear and indecision. He didn't know whether to trust me or not. Hey, I didn't blame him. I wasn't sure whether to trust me or not.

"You shouldn't be out so late at night. It's dangerous." I said it for the simple fact that I didn't know what else to say. He looked even more afraid, standing slowly, just in case he had to bolt.

I sighed. "Hey. I'm not going to eat you or anything." The boy's face didn't change. "Where are your parents?" I took a step forward, he took one back. Boy, was I ever dealing with something or what? "Hey, I said I wasn't going to hurt you." Silence. The boy was really going to be like this? Fine. I leapt, so suddenly to probably make the boy's heart jump out his mouth, and caught him by the arm before he could escape. "Where are they?" I asked, a little peeved. It just ran with the mood I had already been in. He struggled with his entire small body. It was like when you captured a stray cat, the way he struggled with scratching and wriggling.

"Hey kid! Tell me where your parents are and I'll consider letting you go."

The struggling subsided quickly, but not immediately. Then, in his small kid-voice, he answered, "I don't know." He face was away from me, head bent, but his voice sounded teary. So much, that I reached and turned the boy's face, with a little resistance. He glared at me with such vehemence, I almost let go...but the tears reflecting the streetlight got to me.

"Come with me." I said, dragging him with me.

Caught unaware, he didn't put up a fight for the first couple of yards. "Hey where are you taking me?" I didn't answer, which made him start struggling all over again. "My mom told me not to talk to strangers!" He said. His struggles were still strong for a weakened little boy. I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder. "Hey!" He protested. But I turned a deaf ear.

What the hell was I doing. Bringing home a young boy who couldn't be more than eight, nine years old just because...why? On a whim? Was it the fact that the boy reminded me of me? My saddened little me when I lost poor old daddy?

How funny.

I deposited the boy in one of my dining chairs. Surprisingly, he didn’t bolt. I went to the kitchen and decided to warm up a bowl of the chicken soup ma had sent over earlier today. Placing it in front of him, I took the other seat. “Eat.” He looked at me warily, but slowly reached for the food. Once one spoonful disappeared in his mouth, the rest followed.

I hadn’t had a chance to look at the boy in the dark behind that dumpster, but now, in the light of my dining room, I realized how young the boy actually looked. He couldn’t be more than seven. His face was dirty, but underneath that, and his tattered blue shirt, his skin was pale ivory. His hair looked to be blond, but, like his skin, it was dirty. His dark eyes were focused on food he continuously brought to his mouth.

He finished the bowl and I calmly got up and refilled it for him. This time, he took his time consuming it. Every second or so, he would quickly glance at me and then away. When he finally finished, I took the bowl and placed it in the sink

“Um…mister…” He finally spoke up. “Why did you give me food?” Why indeed? What? Was I feeding the ghost of the younger me by doing so? How very noble of me.

“Because, you were hungry.” I replied. I didn’t return to the dining room seat, instead, making my way to the couch. Settling down, I crossed my legs, and turned on the Television. A baseball game was on, and I left it there. I didn’t know what the boy liked to watch, and I didn’t want to look like I was trying to win him over, because, truthfully, who cared?

The boy came and sat on the floor next to the couch. “You can sit on the couch if you want.” I said. He didn’t listen to me. His eyes stayed glued on the game. Mine soon followed. For an artist, watching the batters arch into their swings and pitchers throw and hunch their backs, the long line of a stretch to catch the ball. All of it was actually an inspiration to me. As much as a starry night was to Vincent Van Gogh.

The boy could’ve left, and slammed the door behind him, and I wouldn’t have known with the way I found myself enraptured with the game. So it wasn’t until the game was over that I found myself realizing I had forgotten my guest. Only to find that, there where he had sat down, was where he was curled up. He must have been exhausted, only running on apprehension. And the way he’d eaten only meant he’d been in the situation for longer than a few hours. For any kid, that must’ve been a nightmare.

I picked him up gently and placed him on the couch, grabbing the quilt from the closet and draping it over him. I’d worry about giving him a bath in the morning. That’s if he didn’t disappear sometime in the night.

And if he was still here in the morning—I’d figure out what to do with him in the morning, I decided. It was better to make decisions when I wasn’t in such a gloomy mood, but hell…if I was going to wait that long, I guess I’d have that kid for a few years.

I scowled and made my way upstairs to my room.

I hardly got to the top step when a piercing scream radiated through the house. It had me running down the stairs in a heartbeat. I thought it was an intruder or something like that, but all I saw was one little kid thrashing around on my couch. I almost rolled my eyes and turned around, but the look of pure fear pulsating on his face stopped me.

Rounding the couch, I took hold of the kid’s shoulder. “Hey kid, kid!” I shook him lightly. He thrashed under my touch. “Hey! You’re dreaming!” His black eyes popped open and he looked at me and became still, his small chest heaving in the aftermath. He slowly closed his eyes, turning on his side.

I sighed. What kind of traumas had this boy been through? What had I gotten myself into? I stood, shaking my head. I poured myself a drink—alcohol, of course—and sat down at the dining room. That father I had been so fond of, the one who lied to me over and over about the stars, he had adopted me. Him and his wife. They loved me dearly.

God! Why were these memories and thoughts taking over my mind now? When I didn’t want to think about it? I took my drink and went to my work-space.

It wasn’t really decorated. I could’ve painted the walls or something, to make it more lively, but I knew the color wasn’t going to last long. So I left it white…well, to begin with…now, it was decorated with every color thinkable. When I get frustrated, it seems I threw my brushes and palettes around.

But I think I liked this look better than painting the walls. More livelier. I pulled out an empty canvas and set it on the easel. Frustration either faded away or was created when facing these canvases. Right now, I was hoping my thoughts and frustration would go away.

I thought of drawing one of the members of the baseball team, but the green color I would use for the grass wasn’t on my brush. Instead, it was pale peach. Instead of white cloth with pin-point lines, I found myself making squares of different cloths stitched together. And instead of a stadium filled with dots for the audience, a dark brown couch. I was painting the boy with his agonized filthy face, catching the detail in every stroke. His tightly-shut eyes squeezing out tears, his mouth open in a silent yell, the veins in his small neck stressed against his pale skin. I sighed. Set down my brush. Downed my drink.

This was getting me nowhere. I set my brush and palette down with another sigh.

The boy’s yell sounded after a few minutes of empty silence, and I was thankful for the distraction. He was thrashing again, he made that face that I’d captured on the canvas, again. “Hey kid. Wake up.” I shook him lightly.

“Mommy! Don’t leave!” He yelled. It pierced my heart. “Daddy!” His yells continued. God…what had this boy been through!? And at such a young age!?

I took his hand. “Look, I’m right here.” I said.

“Daddy?” He hiccuped, his voice still a little of a yell, like ‘daddy’ was still far away.

“Yes. Right here. Can’t you feel my hand?” His face was wet, but the agony had left, only filled with painful sorrow. I squeezed his hand. He squeezed back. He sniffed a few times, and then he slipped back into quiet sleep.

He looked really peaceful in his sleep. Without a care in the world now that ‘daddy’ was by his side. He looked so sweet. A young boy. This is how all his nights should be. Quiet, without having to worry that mommy and daddy would abandon him.

This sleeping face captured me too, and all I wanted to do was rush back into the room to paint this angelic kid’s face.

But more than that, without me holding his hand, I had a feeling his nightmare would come back. So I stayed put.
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As I said on the forums, this is my first piece from a male POV. Any critique is always welcome! ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12373-Stars https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12361-Hola! Wed, 18 Apr 2012 04:31:37 GMT Hey Guys.

How's everyone been? I was just realizing lately that I haven't been very active on LitNet. Not saying that LitNet's not fun or anything like that. It's just that I've been so busy with working on my art and my writing works that I haven't really been on any other sites.

I'm mostly on websites such as FictionPress and Wattpad these days. My username is Kyeire there. Mostly, I've been writing like crazy. Maybe one day I'll get the courage to post one of my stories on my blog, but with the way they look, I have so much editing and revising to do. :sick:

So, this semester, I moved from one place to another eight hours away, so I didn't enroll in any courses this semester. I'm stuck with looking for a job while babysitting. Not the best job out there,but at least it puts a roof over my head. :D But the economy has really been dropping the past few years. Seems like it gets lower and lower. Hopefully I can find a good job real soon. Real soon.

Well, hope you guys are doing good. :P

~Beau ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12361-Hola! https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12018-From-A-Stranger Tue, 25 Oct 2011 10:26:30 GMT Hearing from new and old,
laughing and sighing with friends,
until the stranger who's been AWOL
pops her head around the corner!

:lol: Yep. I'm a stranger! If you say nay, well, hey. I feel like one. It's been forever since I posted to my blog.

Well, what's new? Nothing really. Still going to school, of course with different courses(Statistics, English 102, Zumba, Tai Chi, and Mexican American History). Only thing different, I suppose is that I'm looking for a job. It's hard trying to stand on your own feet for the very first time.

I say it's hard to find a job to those who ask about it, but I guess it's a lie. If I really wanted a job, I'd have found one. Everywhere I turn, I hear someone saying there's a job opening somewhere. It's just my fault I'm a coward. It's scary looking for my first job!

Anyways. I'm at a writer's block. Here's a question: If you were a psychotic person, and you wanted someone to leave(say...a school), but you didn't want to dirty your hands(if you know what I mean), what would you do? ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12018-From-A-Stranger https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11641-The-End-of-the-Second-Semester Wed, 11 May 2011 20:15:03 GMT Hey guys! I've almost finished my second semester in College. It has been very interesting, especially Psychology. Of course, learning about personality disorders always interested me(not), but I learned a lot of interesting facts in that class.
Sad to say, I had to drop my English class...and please do not ask why.
My Plane Trigonometry class was probably the easiest class on my list(and is the last Exam I have to take(which will be tomorrow)). It was a lot like Geometry(duh) and PreCalculus. But I always hated Verifying identities....why do I need to know that???
But I guess I can say my Biology class was semi hard We got to dissect a rat! Yay! And here I am, future veterinarian, more interested in the pregnant rats at my neighboring table. I felt bad for my group because I kept running away to go play around with the baby rats. They were so tiny! Btu overall, the class was one you had to just listen and take notes on. Evolution and economy...that's basically all it was. I'm pretty sure I got B's in both Bio and Psychology. I have to take the Trig test tomorrow to be sure what I have. I'm bordering between an A and a B in that class...this Exam with determine which I get.

But Overall, this semester went pretty smoothly. And it'll be a while before I get onto another school campus when this semester is all the way over. I'm going to go be in the military! Wow!
Many times, I think, Oh my gosh, I cannot believe ME of ALL PEOPLE is going into the military! Ahhhhhh!

I thank you all who've encouraged me last semester, and through this semester with you just being my friend and talking to me. You don't know how much that got me through this hell of a year and a half! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
~Beau ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11641-The-End-of-the-Second-Semester https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11539-Asian-Entertainment Wed, 23 Mar 2011 15:53:39 GMT I do hope no one takes offense at wording it that way, but if there's one thing I'm addicted to, it is asian entertainment. I've spent countless hours staring at my Laptop's screen, reading manga after manga, watching anime after anime, watching asian drama after asian drama.
And as much as I've read/watched, there are only a few that stuck with me.
I'll list them here:

• Absolute Favorite:You're Beautiful(hehe.Ironic) This is a korean Drama. About a nun-in-training who steps in for her twin brother so that he can keep this once in a lifetime opportunity of being in Korea's #1 band. Very Humorous.
• Skip Beat. This is both a manga and an anime series. About a girl who enters show business just to get back at her ex-boyfriend. Then she becomes serious about it. Really funny
• Koukou Debut, which I'm still in the process of read....so far, it's hilarious! About a girl who decides to get a coach to help her get a boyfriend, but she's really tomboyish. The Coach's one rule. She can't fall in love with him.
• Boys Over Flowers. I've watched both the korean drama and the Japanese drama. The Jap version is more humorous, but I think I liked the Korean version better. Main character stands up to the son of the richest person in the country. Spoiled as the son is, he decides to torture her. Some mean action in this one...but still good.
• Hana Kimi. I guess it's a little cute. And humorous. very entertaining. About a girl who poses as a boy to go to an all boys school to get her favorite athelete to start back up again.

That's my top Five. Later I may post more later. I've listed this for yanebeing. :D I hope it helps you find something interesting. ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11539-Asian-Entertainment https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11353-Jan-17th-2011 Tue, 18 Jan 2011 04:25:02 GMT Hello guys! So today's MLK day...Martin Luther King Jr Day. Awesome. Had to give props to the dude cuz it's his birthday(Even though it was on the 15th, not today. We celebrated it today)!

But tomorrow, I start school. I'm pretty much going to be WAAAAAy more busier than last year. I just have a feeling. I know it.
Classes monday through friday, monday from 9am to 6pm, wednesday from nine to nine. Few breaks in between, but second semester will definitely be more heavier than last semester.
But hey, I'm looking forward to it! Beats sitting in a house doing nothing everyday. No matter how much I complain once I'm in the middle of the semester. :biggrin5:

But besides that, I'd like to say thanks and I appreciate you to ALL of my Lit-Net friends. I son't know how long I would've lasted in 2010 without each and every one of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!!!!!

~Beau ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11353-Jan-17th-2011 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11302-January-1st-2011 Sun, 02 Jan 2011 05:34:59 GMT Wow. the year 2011 looks weird, but i probably thought the same when 2010 started. Well. this is basically something to say....I posted on the 1st... Wow. the year 2011 looks weird, but i probably thought the same when 2010 started. Well. this is basically something to say....I posted on the 1st day of the year!

I do hope everyone's year started off smoothly. For me, I got to spend it with close friends and family. Although I didn't watch the big traditional countdown(I never do) I can honestly say, I am more than content because I was with people who love me.

Just for the record, when you're with the people you love, don't think in quantity, but in quality...or maybe I should say: Don't think of how many people you're with, think about how much the people who're with you love you. You may just have one, but they may have ten times the love of twenty people! Be happy with loved ones! Depression is horrible if you have someone hanging around you because they love you unconditionally.

I don't know how this became a lesson in appreciation and whatnot, but maybe I'm thinking of how lucky I was to spend just a little time with the small amount of people I love. Maybe for my resolution, I will just look around me at the faces of the people most dearest to me.

Happy New Years guys! Don't hole up somewhere! Call, text, and write friends and family and tell them how much you love them!

~Beau ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11302-January-1st-2011 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11293-Holidays Thu, 30 Dec 2010 04:45:07 GMT Christmas has come and gone, and all I can say is that I'm more than happy to have celebrated with family. No matter what I've been through and what's going on now, I'm so glad to have spent that little bit of time, with my full family.
In truth, I can honestly say that holidays are the best when spent with people you consider close to you. For most, it is family. Others may be friends, but holidays were made to spend with someone.
But I'm glad that even for a little time, for the sake of my sanity, I got to spend time with the five people who make up my immediate family.
I do trust other's holidays have been and are going smoothly, and treasure those who care for you! They will be the ones who keep you sane when you're rock bottom.
:p

~Beau ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11293-Holidays https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11237-College-IX(Final) Wed, 15 Dec 2010 20:12:18 GMT Hey guys! So, as far as I know, this may be the end of the College series. I took my last final today, signaling both the end of my first... Hey guys!

So, as far as I know, this may be the end of the College series. I took my last final today, signaling both the end of my first semester, and the beginning of winter break. Of course I signed up for Spring classes, so I'm going to enjoy this break! I'll be starting second semester January 18th.

But the finals were easier than expected. I took three of my exams on Monday. I was angry about my Math final though.:rant: Docking two point out of a possible nine even though I got all the answers correct, just because I'm missing a set of parenthesis! But I got full score on my oral independent speech in communications, and I haven't heard the results for the Biology Exam yet.

The final I took today was for English, and it only took twenty minutes to complete! I'm very surprised. It is also the class I'm not certain at all about the grade in, due to the online assignment case. I'll know soon enough though.

Well, that about wraps it up! That's my first semester thoughts and adventures. :D

~Beau ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11237-College-IX(Final) https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11222-College-VIII Fri, 10 Dec 2010 15:43:20 GMT Guys! So I know that it's three days later, and I usually post once a week, but today's special! It's the last day of actual class. Next week, I'll be going into test mode, taking tests and things like that! Yaaa-ah no. So These next tests, although they don't cover the semester as a whole. some of them will have a big impact on what my final grade is. Oh noo!

so right now I'm realh hyper, so ignore the exclamation marks and exaggerated responses if you're barely waking up or about to go to sleep. :D ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11222-College-VIII https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11220-College-VII Tue, 07 Dec 2010 22:12:38 GMT Well, It's getting awfully close to Finals time. To most college students, it's not a big deal...well, maybe it's just the freshman students.

Remember when I said I hated doing assignments online? Well, I still do. But the English class I had, it was required. even though I still couldn't get it to work, my teacher still found a way to save me. She said she never usually do this, but she gave me another way to make it up. Her exception: I'm a good student who put effort to be on time, and do all my work. I'm glad she thought that of me.
And that's a load off my shoulders. Of all my classes, this was the only one I was worried about, only because I knew without those online assignments, I would surely fail. And since I'm on a scholarship, my grades matter immensely.
Well now, I'm pretty sure from here on out, I'll e busy, and I am already, but I mean to give it my all.

~B ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11220-College-VII https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11208-College-Extra-Honors-Expo Thu, 02 Dec 2010 19:34:54 GMT Hey guys,

So I don't know if I said this on Monday, but I partook in The Honors Expo at my college. This is where those who were honor students, and/or had a presidential scholarship would show off their Honors project and what they learned from it. And its completely volunteer-able.
And I, with not so much experience in presenting a powerpoint, volunteered to do it. For my project I volunteered to help a program called New Life Center, where those who are seeking shelter from their abusive partners go. What I did was helped in an event where they were trying to get as many things for those who are seeking shelter as possible. With this, I only did something as simple as decorate the boxes. It wasn't much, but it was fun.
In the end, I did my powerpoint on the effects of Volunteerism(as I compared it to a previous event that was held)on both the event and the volunteer.
I expected to be very nervous(and I was) but I didn't expect to go first!
Nonetheless, I still got compliments on a job well done(I don't think I did though, and they were just being nice)
And It was a good thing I went first, since I had to be in class right after my presentation.
Overall, the experience was interesting and I guess you could say I had fun being nervous, but what do you expect from a freshman? ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11208-College-Extra-Honors-Expo https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11203-College-VI Mon, 29 Nov 2010 17:55:45 GMT Hello!

One thing I've noticed here, is that canceling a class is a good thing. And here, it's better to withdraw than have a bad grade. I mean it, three people dropped out of my math class just this morning! All because the last test we took, they got such low scores. Someone had an 8%! But what's so funny is he's one of the ones who stayed! But yes, I was so surprised when I came in to my class, where usually there's four people at my table is now one. Me! I admit, I was so lonely! :(

But I'm okay now. My Communications class is canceled, due partly to my teacher being trapped in a cabin somewhere in the snow. The other reason was because it was because today was supposed to be a 'rehearsal' for informative speeches(the final for this class). Yes, rehearsal. So everyone was supposed to get a partner and come in to make sure their presentations and power point was going smooth.
But since the teacher is trapped up somewhere cold and snowy, she won't be able to make it.

So when there's nothing to do until ten, what do you do? Right now, I'm taking up time on the computer, while working on a presentation.

But I forgot to mention! I'm going to take this presentation(the same one I'm doing for the informative speech) to the next level. I'm going to present this to try and get a scholarship! This being my first time presenting anything at this level, I'm anxious as well as excited.

One thing that will never change no matter where you go is making new friends. It's so interesting that I, a person who had a hard time fitting in in high school, know so many people here at my college. Of course, I'm still making more, but it's so interesting how I meet new people. Man, it's as easy just going up to a random person and saying hi, and as hard as trying to figure out how to bring up a subject when your friend decides to introduce you to someone. It's intriguing.

Well, Interesting is interesting. :) ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11203-College-VI https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11191-College-V Mon, 22 Nov 2010 03:41:37 GMT Hello!!! So, nearing the end of the semester! Whoo!! :) Yeah, classes end December 18th, and counting the holidays, that means I only have less... Hello!!!

So, nearing the end of the semester! Whoo!! :) Yeah, classes end December 18th, and counting the holidays, that means I only have less than twelve class days left! Whow! Scary now that I think about it. I guess it could've been harder though, and I bet it's not gonna get any easier as the semesters accumulate.

I have only two final exams though, and the other classes I have are going to just add up the exams I already took. Cool beans if you ask me. And the final exams I do have don't even sound hard. Let's see. One in communications, which is just a speech, and one in English which is an argumentative essay which only, at minimum, needs to be three pages. :D So I'm hoping to get good grades this semester.

I didn't expect for it to pass by this fast though, and I had lots of fun. It's kind of fun coming to school where you never know when a class will be cancelled. Actually, all my classes have been cancelled at least twice except my biology class. That teacher is point-on with her lessons and times.

But hey, one thing that sucks is when you're sick. You feel like staying home because you already feel like crap, but if you give a damn about your grades, you want to be there. It's hard to get yourself up and in decent clothes this close to winter when you know your body needs rest.

But then you're so glad you went because there ended up being a pop quiz in Biology. :D ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11191-College-V https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11171-College-IV Thu, 11 Nov 2010 07:19:03 GMT Hey guys,

I don't like to complain...it's just that I think I would've enjoyed college more if I had the dorm experience. I wonder how it would be, and who I would've met. It sounds exciting, but at the same time, I know there are "those" kind of roommates, which make you regret ever deciding to go to college in the first place. Well, either way, I am where am.

Well, my first semester of college is almost over. Approximately 5 weeks until it's over. As the semester keeps going, I found myself wishing some classes would be cancelled. Well, I'm thinking of my math class. I'm angry with myself, and partly also with the teacher. I specifically heard the teacher say the test was on Friday, but I come on Wednesday with not even my calculator, and oh man, I was in trouble.
Well, the same could also go for my English class. The trouble part, that is...Already have a bad grade, and what makes it worse is that the assignments given online haven't even been processed in. The reason that's a big deal is because the online assignments required a code that was bought for 35 freakin dollars at my college bookstore. Turns out the damned thing malfunctioned or something because it didn't take my information. I'm so angry! And that's why I hate online anything besides for my own leisurely pleasures.

Besides that, everything's going well. It's so fun in some of my classes, like Communication 100, and even my (too long) Biology class. The latter is because it's nearly like a review for me. So I know the stuff from two years ago, and four years ago, and It's fun just to "piece"everything together as Biologists are bound to do. What I'm dreading in the near future is the Chemistry class I have to take. I'm not taking it next semester, but the semester after that.

But I did sign up for Spring 2011 classes. I'm taking Psychology 101(bleck), English 102(oh dear), Biology 182(Hopefully interesting) and Math 182(Ew. Plane Trigonometry)

And that's about it for College IV ]]> Beautifull https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11171-College-IV