Wow

Well another week is gone and now so is the final draft. It has been turned in and the rewriting now starts. I really do not know where all the time has gone only 3 weeks left to this class. I have enjoyed doing this blog also. It is nice to be able to write what you want and if you want to stop you can if you want to keep going you can. The grammar does not have to be perfect and there are no critics just me, my fingers and the key board. If anything on line classes have definetly brought back my typing skills and probably improved them some.
Another week and more bad news my dearest friend is loosing her father. I know the life he had was good (I was part of the second half)but the loss reminds me of when I lost my mom. There is nothing that can replace that hole that will be in your heart. I have to say my good-byes I so hope I do it right. I do know, I will tell him to look my mom and dad up and have him give them a big kiss for me as I wish I could do every day.
I hope everyone out there has a wonderful love filled week. I will see you again next week. Hopefully with good news, something I hardly ever hear anymore. For now though.........Cindy

One down

Just finished the first draft. Wow there is so much more I want to include but I could be writing for a while. I will probabley include more in the final paper. Just finished the post outline first time for me. Wonder if I did it right. Two papers due in the same week this stinks. Now on to the discussion board for the other class so I can post something on the discussion board. Wonderful way to spend your Saturday, get caught up and then fall behind again. Since I am writing about something that affects me I have found that my level of concentration is awful. I keep getting up and walking away only to come back sit down and start writing again and find that my entire train of thought is gone so up I get again. The doctors say your tests have come back negative for Lyme's so that means you are cured yet the same symptoms are still there the loss of concentration, the fatigue and the memory loss are all still there. The aches and pains are strong some days and others they are bearable but no medication for me the test came back negative and obivousily my doctor is one that believes if the test comes back negative then you are cured. Oh well let me go concentrate again so I can try to finish all this so it does not forgotten that it even has to be done. See you next week..

Where has all the time gone?

We just finished unit 5's seminar and now we are into the final stages of the paper that we all thought was going to be so easy. Well we just had a curve ball thrown at us. Write an outline after the rough draft. Talking about confusing. I find that I am good at something like this yet I am begining to wonder how good this final paper will really be. I keep wanting to put my own experiences into this and I have to walk away from the whole thing everytime. I know a research paper is just that but damn why do they have to be so right in the research as far as symptoms and the fact that doctors think you are a hypochondriac. This is the hardest paper yet and I now know it is not getting easier. Oh well another day.......

Plagarisim?

What is plagiarism? The definition is to write someone else's words. Don't we do that everyday? In one way or another aren't we using someone else's words? While we word something to suit us isn't that still using their words? Everyday when we say good morning or hello aren't we in all reality plagiarising the person that originally used that phrase? I know I am asking questions that really have no answers yet, I feel better now that I have.
The past two weeks have made me think a lot about the weirdest things and this is one of them. I guess I am trying to figure out that if I was to die tomorrow what would my obituary say and what would they say in the eulogy. These are questions that I have no answer to, and yet in a way I really wish I could find the answers. Death is not scary to me I do know it is inevitable and a part of everyday life. How ironic is that? I know that I would and will miss many but will they feel the same? That I will never know.