Last night, Wednesday October 28th, was the third Republican Debate, and the candidates made a very valid point. The Democrats have the ultimate super PAC going for them; the media. It drives me insane, Hillary sent out confidential information on her own personal secure server, yet the media idolizes her and says how everything she does is amazing. Here's what Marco Rubio had to say about this: Last week, Hillary Clinton went before a committee. She admitted sending emails to her family saying, "Hey, this attack on Benghazi was caused by Al Qaeda-like elements." She spent over a week telling the families of those victims that it was because of a video. And yet, the mainstream media is going around saying it was the greatest week in Hillary Clinton's campaign... It was the week she got exposed as a liar. It was the week that she got exposed as a liar. But she has her super PAC helping her out. The American mainstream media. Before that, Donald Trump said: Super PAC's, are a disaster, they're a scam, they cause dishonesty, and you better get rid of them. Because they are causing a lot of bad decisions to be made by some very good people... You better get rid of the super PAC's, because they're causing a big problem with this country. Not only in dishonesty, and what's going on, but also in a lot of bad decisions that are being made. In the benefit of lobbyists and special interests "The questions that have been asked so far in this debate, illustrate why the people don't trust the media." Said Ted Cruz, "This is not a cage match, and, if you look at the questions... How about talking about the substantive issues people care about?"
The media has a clear bias, we know the media wants a democrat, just like we know everything else it wants. The American mainstream media just puts out one bias after another, and they never give you both sides. You know what they want, and seeing as they're such big influencers, you know what we're going to get. That's what I chose to take out of the debate, because it was one of the biggest truths there.
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Oh my gosh!!! We got a cat!
Wednesday, October 21st, Grammy (My grandmother on my mom's side, the one who owns a traveling carnival) went in for knee surgery. Almost everyday since, my mom has made the commute of about an hour or so, to go out and help her. Last night, my mom and my sister went out to visit her, and when they came home, Emma came through the door screaming. "We have a cat! We have a cat!" she screamed. I believed her, but I didn't. I saw the carrier in her hand and I figured we were just taking care of it for a few days while Grammy recovered, but my mom said otherwise. I was totally surprised, we've had cats in the past, but after the last one being eaten (it was either a bird or a raccoon that did it), I figured we'd never get to have any pets again. In the past, we've had 2 cats, 4 kittens, 20+ fish, a field mouse, and 3 pet rocks. Obviously, we were bored of the rocks pretty quickly, so that didn't last long, the field mouse ran away the night we caught it, the 5 of the fish lasted for a few years, 6 lasted for a few months, and the rest were killed by my mom shortly after we bought them. She has a knack for killing goldfish. Once, while we were staying at a trailer park, she set my brand new goldfish, Rose, behind the wheel of a trailer. "Mom! Don't put it under a tire, what if they run over it?" I said indignantly. "They're not going to move," my mom argued. I woke up the next morning to a broken fishbowl and a dead fish.. "I told you!" I shouted "Well. maybe they will move" was all my mom said. After that I never let her near another one of my fish. Before my brother Zach was born, we had 4 kittens, Samantha was mine, Beans, was Sam's, Emma belonged to Emma.. and my parent's had the runt of the pack, so they decided to name it runt. My mom decided to sell them when they were only a few months old, so they weren't with us for very long anyway. Plus, you already know what happened to my cat Schootch, she was older then me, so I guess it was her time anyway, and our other cat Snips died of age back in 2009, and my dad had her back in the early 90's so she was definitely getting old as well. So all that said, Scrunchy, a dark colored, striped, 8 week old kitten, who is the most adorable thing I've ever seen. She has been sleeping on my tummy this entire time I've typed this, and she only weights a few pounds. Seeing as almost my entire family is allergic to pets, my mom has asthma, and we were almost completely clear of any pet residue, well, that and my mom's constant refusal to let us get a pet, I figured we'd never have a pet again... Well, maybe some fish, but that's about it. Anyway, all that to say: We have a kitten! Reflection Time!
Class Life: This week in class, more people gave their AMA presentations, and we scheduled our midterm conferences. Basically, we are going to try and convince our professor to give us the grade we want. We already sent in our pitch, a one page double spaced paper, and now we are just waiting for our conferences to talk about it. So I took a slot for 2:30 pm on Thursday, and my professor and I discuss the grading or 'elevator' pitch, he also said we can talk about publishing a post I wrote. In class, I found out that my AMA still hadn't been due even though I thought it was. I had rushed around like crazy trying to create my video and do the life of a homeschooler section that took forever to write. I'm actually still editing and cutting that down, because I realized that it doesn't truly reflect every week as much as it does one single day that I remembered. More often then not, I used to have very hectic mornings, and I was so busy that my sister had to make my lunches for me. So finding they weren't due yet was a bit of a relief. Home Life: Sunday, was my last work day for the carnival season. We went up to Cacoosing, which to give you a general area, is near Reading. I worked in the cotton candy trailer, which is kind of out of my element. Like I've said in the past, I'm used to working in the sausage trailer. It's a really cute fair. It is very family friendly, with a cute craft show, about five rides, pony rides, and a street fair over the bridge. It's about five hours long, and by the time we're done, its way past dark. Today (October 20th), is my baby brother's fifth birthday. He is obsessed with Spiderman, so we used cray paper to create a giant spider web on the ceiling, then we placed a giant fuzzy, purple spider inside the web and just have it hanging there. We also have a cake covered in frosting and sprinkles with Spiderman's colors. Plus, we have a bunch of Spiderman plates, cups, and stuff like that. We have a tradition the each kid gets to pick out their birthday dinner, so Zach picked both kinds of pigs in a blanket, hot dogs wrapped in bacon on one tray, and hot dogs baked in bread on the other tray. We're just waiting for my father to come home so we can begin the festivities. Hey guys! Sorry I haven't done a troubleshoot in a while, but I'm back and planning to do more soon. Here it is:
Remember a while ago when Dr. Mangini told us we could change the dates on our blogs? I had a bit of trouble figuring it out at first. I was looking for some sort of an 'options' button. I couldn't find one anywhere, and it looked as though the date was plastered on there. I really wanted to change one of my blog dates so it didn't look like I was flooding my blog with posts when I first started blogging. I now know that three posts is not enough to count as flooding, but still, I didn't like posting them all up there at once. I looked everyplace I knew of, I went through general blog settings, I checked the tops and bottoms of the blog pages (blog itself, and individual blog posts), and I even looked through Weebly's inspiration center. I just could not find it anywhere. Then it hit me. Maybe the obvious answer is the best answer. So I went back to the editor for the individual blog post, and I clicked on the date, right under the title; a calendar appeared, and I clicked on the date I wanted to use for my post. Easy as that. If you caught the first democratic debate on CNN last night, you may have seen Bernie Sander's views on tuition-free college. He said "If our economy is to be strong, we need the best-educated work force in the world." Although this fact is true, I disagree with him when he says that public college's will be free. One, he wants to pay for it with tax payer money. Two, There are too many questions that need answering. Can everyone get into college? Or is it just free for those who can be accepted in to the college. Will going to college become something that is solely based off of a person's grades? After tax dollars, will the government have to pay for it all, or will people have to pay for college once again?
Personally, I don't see how the government could even think of spending any more money. When will they realize that nothing in this world is truly free? I am against a free college. Bernie Sanders says he will only be forcing the rich to pay. But is that really true? How can we know for sure? Eventually, the government would boost everyone's taxes, and we would be paying for millions of people to go to college. That's great for them, but can we seriously afford to pay those taxes ourselves? If they do actually care, then they shouldn't be trying to make colleges free, but instead they should be trying to reduce tuition. Maybe cut it in half. They would still be using tax payer dollars, but it wouldn't be as big of a blow when we have to start paying. That's my honest opinion. What about you? What solutions do you have? What crazy ideas do you have that could change the way we look at a free college system? Say whatever you'd like in the comments, good, bad, or anything in between, I want to hear what you have to say on this matter. A day in the life of a college student involves class lectures, fun in-class games, homework that is much easier than expected, and time hanging out with some of my favorite people. I wake up around 7ish, take a shower and get dressed, get some lunch money from mom, and have her drop me off. I head in and go straight for the computers in the STEM center. After signing in, I immediately check my website stats and go write or edit another blog post. One of my friends is in class, and the other hasn’t even woken up yet. I decide to get on facebook for a bit, and then move up to the library. It’s usually pretty easy to run into someone you know in the library, so I like to wait up there until a workshop starts. Then, I go to a workshop, where someone reads a powerpoint about a specific topic that’s supposed to help us in school. After that it’s straight to Psychology 140 with Dr. Nelson, she gives a lecture and tells some stories, after that we’re good to go, if we’ve taken good notes, then we can write in our online journals and we should be ready for our quiz. I have ten minutes to fill up my water bottle, go to the bathroom, and climb two flights of stairs to get to my class. English Composition 100 comes and Dr. Mangini is his crazy self. His class is mainly based off conversation, we do lots of planned activities, and most of our time is spent talking in groups or with him directly. The class involves a lot of collaboration, and he manages to create some awesome life or writing lesson throughout all of the organized chaos of the classroom. Coming out of his classroom, it’s just after 3. I meet up with Matt and/or Jon and we hang out until my next class at 6. I try to force Jon to do some sort of physical activity, and I tutor Matt before we head to Statistical Mathematics 210. Dr. Gidelew lectures us for an hour and fifteen minutes, and the last fifteen minutes are spent doing as many practice problems as we have time to do. One of my parents picks me up at 7:30, and I’ve officially spent over twelve hours on college. Once I get home I start on my work, and I mainly just end up watching television. After that, it’s off to bed. Homework is mainly just homework. I write my blog, I do some math, I journal for psychology, and I work on my English paper. Most other time is spent watching television, babysitting, or working on my voice lessons, the rest of my time is spent on photography.
There are remarkable differences between the life of a homeschooler and the life of a college student. As a homeschooler, I wake up close to six every Monday, I edit my paper one last time, I make sure my math grades are printed out, and I pack up my lunch. I throw together my backpack, and I run upstairs to take a shower. I contemplate just wearing my pajamas, but mom wouldn't want me to wear my pajamas out of the house. So, I reluctantly throw on my favorite pair of jeans and a flowing blouse. I make breakfast, and I run upstairs to wake up my brother, I think that is the tenth time I've run those stairs and it's only approaching 7:15am. My brother is kicking and screaming as I try to wake him up, he hates his nursery classes. I struggle to get him dressed, and after eight minutes, I give up and start calling for mom. She lets out a sigh as she was trying to finish up her biology lesson, edit Sam's paper, and tell Emma what she needs to get done before we leave. She still hasn't had time to get dressed yet. She gives Zach a quick tap on the butt, and he knows it's time to listen up. I run back down the stairs start packing stuff up into the car. Don't forget the Ripstiks, I tell myself. It's getting close to 8 o'clock and I realize I forgot to eat the breakfast I made myself. I sit down to eat and watch everyone run around trying to get ready to go. After I've finished up, I sit down next to Zachary on the couch, and I watch an episode of SpongeBob that I've seen about a hundred times since the time I was his age. Finally, everybody loads into the car, and mom realizes she has no idea where her keys are. She starts running around the house searching for her keys, and Sam climbs out to help. Another five minutes go by, and Emma runs in to go look. I feel bad that I'm not helping, but somebody has to stay out with Zachary. They come out after three more minutes, and we realize we're probably going to be late. Well, we'll be late for being early. My mom is part of the administration team at the co-op, and she's supposed to get there early to unlock the church that rents the rooms to us. By the time we get there, the sun is finally starting to warm things up, but not enough. We close our jackets tight, throw on our backpacks, and run for the heated shelter. We hesitantly take off our jackets once inside, and we ride around on our Ripstiks. The clock approaches 9:00 as other homeschool families arrive. By nine fifteen I begin gathering the children in the nursery program. The nursery teacher begins to teach sign language, as we try to get the kids to stay in their seats. We listen to a story about the seasons, and do a little dance called ‘Grey Squirrel’, and then it’s free play for the kids. 10:30 rolls around all too slowly. I tell the nursery teacher that I have to get to class, and I go sit in the last thirty minutes of study hall. The guys start playing random YouTube videos, and we’re all laughing, having fun, and showing off by the time the teachers arrive, so we put the chairs back and get out our notebooks for English Class. One friend moves over to the next room and works on his paper for his dual-enrollment at Delaware County Community College. Our teacher takes five minutes to get setup, and ten more minutes to decide that we’re all ready, although we’ve been ready for fifteen minutes. We hand in our papers as she tells us everything we did wrong with the last ones. She went on to teach us about something that had no relevance to any of my papers, usually the only time I learned something new involved the first six weeks she taught me. After that, she went on about different issues that come with writing, run-on sentences, the use of colons, commas, or different sentence openers. That was the main thing. Our class used a program that focused on the structure of the sentence more than it did the actual words. We looked for different ways to word sentences, start sentences, and dress up sentences. Most of our time was spent looking for words other than: see, saw, look, good, bad, pretty, ugly, say, said, and anything of the sort. I guess it didn’t look smart enough for them. It was nice though, because I was the teacher’s pet. Eventually, the hour and a half passes by, and it’s off to lunch, The guys and I walk up to Wendy’s and get some bacon burgers. Matt also orders an extra large, extra cheese pizza. We hang out in the lunchroom, joking around, goofing off, and I ride around on my Ripstik while in heels. Next, It’s off to biology, we had five main areas to study: botany, anatomy and physiology, life sciences, zoology and cellular and molecular biology. She gives us an interactive lecture, we look at slides on the microscope, play a review game, and are given lots of readings and questions to complete. This class was always interesting, mainly, because my mom was the teacher. Finally, my last class of the day, Algebra 2. This was my favorite class. This teacher comes over to do game night, her son is my brother’s best friend, and she is one of my mom’s best friends, she had also taught me Algebra 1 and Spanish 1. My friend arrived during lunch, but she had been in Worldview, not biology, so I hadn’t gotten to say hi yet. I give her a hug and we sit with each other in class. The guys have avoided the girls like a plague since they first showed up, but that’s what they always do. Our teacher goes through the next four lessons in our textbook, and we do about twenty example problems. After she is confident we are all comfortable with the material, we vote on which game we should play. The vote usually goes for Tic-Tac-Toe. We grab out our calculators, and start to play. The rules are simple. A math problem is put up on the whiteboard, and each team has to quietly solve it on paper. Our teacher looks at each team’s work, and whoever answered it correctly get’s to place an X or an O on the board. If both teams get the correct answer, it goes to the team whose turn it is. Whoever’s team get’s three in a row wins it. once we finish up, class is over. We pack up our stuff, totally exhausted, which is why we decide to go play basketball. My mom tells us to go ahead and put away the balls, so we grudgingly obey. My mom finishes cleaning up the building as families leave, and we head home. I tell myself I’m going to get this, that and the other thing done, so when we go home, I get out my books, put up the websites I need to use for research, and pass out on the couch. After 3 hours, my siblings wake me up because they’re running around and screaming with the TV on. It’s roughly 7 by this time, so I eat dinner, put on my pajamas, and groggily lounge around until bedtime. When it finally time to go to bed, I lie wide awake for the next three hours until my mind shuts down from boredom and I sleep through the night until 11 the next morning. Homework involves photography, math, reading, writing my English paper, answer questions for science class, more math, Wednesday night dance class (aka P.E.), edit my paper, Veritas Press, printing out my grades, and finally, more photography until it’s time to go back to Co-op on Monday. So basically, I meet up with friends at a school like environment, hang out during lunch, continue with the school environment, and then go home. Homework for the week consists of 80+ advanced algebraic expressions to solve, A chapter’s worth of reading with at least 10 comprehension questions, dance class in place of physical education, writing one to three new papers each week, and editing last week’s paper after viewing our teacher’s comments. I also had an online interactive video course that averaged about an hour a day. Free time mainly consisted of television and photography. So, I was kept extremely busy with my work. College life is a bit different.
Class Life: This week in class, we started our informal presentations of our AMA's. I went in front of the class, had Dr. Mangini play my video, and listened to what people had to say about my assignment. Dr. Mangini completely removed my word count for draft#2, and he wants me to give a day in the life of a homeschool student versus a day in the life of a college student. Although, I think I have to do two days to show the differences in homework as well. I will probably post them to my blog later so that they're still here after having edited my AMA.
Home Life: This week was STORM once again, but my dad had work and he brought my oldest, younger brother with him. My mom also had a bachelorette party to go to, so I was the only other person left to babysit my other two siblings. Babysitting is code for: Pajamas, movies, mish-mosh dinners, and homework out the kazoo. We had some organic, vegetarian, Korean Popstickers. They were kind of tasteless. There was no difference in the flavors, everything tasted exactly the same. So, I kept working on my AMA draft#2 but it's taking a long time to put together the day in a life of a homeschooler, and I haven't even started the day in a life of a college student. I have to get both of those finished, add in some details to the rest of it, and film the new video. Hopefully, I can do the new video before it gets too dark again. Anyway, I actually enjoyed working on my AMA, I was all cozy and cuddled up on the couch with my fuzzy pajama pants, my favorite jacket, and a nice warm blanket. I also watched Shrek Forever After in the background, picking up bits and pieces. I'd already seen it five times so I knew what was going on even with all the parts I missed; same as I'm doing now with Halloweentown II. Great movie if you haven't seen it, I definitely recommend it to anyone wanting a good, non-scary, Halloween movie. So, that was my weekend, tell me about something cool you did in the comments below! So I decided to use Grammarly while editing my Adaptive Mindset Assignment, and I freaked out. I don't pay for Grammarly, but it tells me what's wrong with the paper, so I can then look through the paper to try and find the mistakes. Well, I was scrolling down and looking through the different issues, and all of the sudden I saw that there was plagiarism detected. I was like WHAT?!?! There is no way there is plagiarism, there can't be! I wrote this myself, and never even looked at a source for it! I wrote and uploaded it directly on my own website!
You know how on bad cartoons people start to have a flashback and the last word they said echoes? But then the camera zooms back out and it's just them repeating the word... Well, that's literally what it sounded like in my mind. Website, website, website, website. I then lie back in my seat and I'm like "Website... Ha, It saw this on my website so it thought I was plagiarizing... Hahahaha (whew, I was so worried) Hahaheh... Orientation:
What I thought: Walk around with someone one on one as they show and tell you about the campus, maybe someone you would see on campus every once in a while. Basically, like your future mentor or something. What it is: Sit down in a large auditorium, have a few people talk to you, give you a presentation. Break off into rooms and play games, ask questions, and talk with people who have the potential to be your future mentors. Then, break off into smaller groups and explore different parts of the campus. Plus, free food and drinks. Class: What I thought: Sit in a large auditorium listening to a lecture, take notes and move on. Then take a test on the material. What it's like: Sit down and talk until the teacher gets there. Next, joke around with the teacher, then you try to get into the lesson but you keep talking with the teacher. After that, you keep switching back and forth between being taught and the teacher's stories. Sometimes we write blogs in class, and if we're lucky, we might run into something such as a game show. Library: What I thought: A big room with books that could be borrowed with the student ID card. Plus maybe a computer to look up books, and a copy/print/fax machine. What it's like: A giant room with books to be borrowed. A computer lab, or three, a cute café called Burlap and Bea, private study rooms booths with giant computers, and a whole room designated to printing. Cafeteria: What I thought: A big room with lots of people, a couple food choices, and some vending machines. What it's like: A big room, where the number of people is a hit or miss thing. A great place to meet up with friends, lots of food, huge drink choices, vending machines, and even some large television screens to tell you what number is being helped upstairs at the enrollment services. |
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