Blogg Reviews

Blake,

Reading through all of your posts I feel like I almost know you! You seem very passionate about your family, friends and girlfriend. You are a great storyteller. You are so descriptive in your post and you seem to leave no detail behind. One of the things that I also noticed was that you have a natural way of implementing dialogue into your stories which makes your stories all the more relatable.

I really enjoyed reading your first blog post, “Fate”. It was there that I first noticed your skills of a great storyteller, I don’t know how you manage to remember that great amount of detail. I remember trying to think of a sensational story to write about fate but you left it simple and it turned out t be a great piece. One of my favorite posts of yours was the one about your guitars. By the way you write about them, it tells me how passionate you are about music. I love the way you personified them. I also liked this story because I saw a different side to your writing that I hadn’t seen in your other posts. One of the other posts that I really enjoyed was the one titled “French Braid”. I liked how you had the instinct to write through different perspectives. I also found it interesting when you write what you thought about yourself through someone else’s perspective.

Some things that I would look out for are grammar and spelling errors. You would think that they wouldn’t be as significant as the actual content of the essay but you don’t want readers to be stumbling over words and having to reread a section for clarity.
All in all, you did an excellent job with all of your posts, all were really entertaining.

Ali,
I
n almost every post you had me laughing out loud. The side comical remarks that you write make the posts all the more entertaining to read. You are so frank which added to the hilarious touch to your posts. You are a really great writer; you seem to always keep your reader in mind while writing such entertaining stories.

“The Real Happy Meal” was one of my favorite posts of yours. You seem to admire your brother very much and I liked how you portrayed this with that simple scene on your ride from school. The story is very sweet and innocent and again you didn’t let me down with your comical remarks. Would it be wrong of me to say that “Stopped Short” was another favorite of mine? I loved the way that you repeated that last line throughout the three stories; it really tied them up nicely. So early in the semester and you were already writing collage type essays! I also liked the “Untold Stories” post; it revealed a more vulnerable side to you but you kept a calm attitude through it (much like your brother’s) that made the subject matter easier to write about.

I would also look out for grammar and spelling errors within your posts. I also noticed that some of your posts did not have that strong of an ending, things were sort of still left up in the air. But I have to say that I really enjoyed reading your posts, keep up the great work!

Organic Chemistry for Dummies

Organic chemistry: The wonderful world of carbon compounds.

Q: Why is Carbon the perfect candidate for organic compounds?
A: Because it shares electrons with other carbon atoms to form long and stable bonds.

Double bonds are stronger than single bonds.

The more carbons that branch off, the more stable the molecule is.

Single bonds are better able to rotate and move maximally in space than double bonds.

A special method known as infrared spectroscopy (IR) measures the bond vibration frequencies in a molecule, and is used to determine the functional group(s) in such a molecule. In determining functional groups, an unknown match can be identified.

Why can’t everything be as easy as Organic Chemistry?


P.S. If this all wasn’t very clear to you, ask my OChem teacher! Good Luck!

Traditions

The sun beamed down at everything in sight. My skin was hot and clammy from the torturous weather and I could begin to see the outline of my flip flop strands imprinted on my feet. This reminding of the time I got sunburned while watching a traditional Native American ritual performed in the Easter season. I accompanied my longtime friend that which has now become a tradition.

Tradition. I come from a school that was big on tradition. A rivalry that continued for as far as one could remember. Antiques still existed on campus from when the school first got started. Seniors getting preference for everything, lunch and early release being the two of utmost importance.

Tamales, burritos, Indian fried bread are appetizing meals after the Lenten season. I gave up meat last year and after so long a deprivation I could not help but devour my food. Meanwhile, I enjoy the sounds of the rattling instruments coming from the Fariseos (Pharisees).

The bell reported the most important moments of the day: class is over, lunch begins, and school is over. Time did not seem to work in my favor. The more I stared at the clock, the longer it took...

Lesson learned?

Things took a turn for the worst. I was being chased by a vicious dog that wanted the taste of little girl. I ran with all my might but my tricycle held me back. The man had warned us that if we kept crossing his pathway sooner or later he would not be around when his dog would attack. The day came sooner than later, I screamed at the top of my lungs all the way back to the apartment. I crashed into the wall while the dog was chased off by my uncle. I have no further recollection thereafter.

My teacher had just finished explaining how the sun’s rays were not good for the eyes, when I found myself not able to take my eyes off of it. The teacher warned us not to stare directly at the sun but what I heard was, “Kids stare at the sun for as long as you can.” I saw splashes of yellow as well as orange and then red. Nothing thereafter.

My dad warned me that I hadn’t had enough practice with the car. I didn’t care, there was nothing to it. If the constant nagging wasn’t enough the following definitely opened up my eyes. Driving along the bigger streets was a bit shaky but I pulled it off. It was when I pulled into the driveway that the fence wasn’t so lucky. Thereafter, I wasn't so lucky either.

Another Day

Last night I became very frightened.
I barely had any sleep the night before.
I don’t remember the night completely.
I woke up at dawn in a panic.
I still had much to study for my Bio Exam.
Another disappointment.

I replenished my physical needs with a bagel.
I went to the chapel to replenish my spiritual needs.
I couldn’t focus. Thoughts ran through my head.
What is the agenda for the rest of the day?

Another class. Focus.
After class, off to study.
After study, review session.
After review session, home.
At home more studying.

I lay in bed. My eyes were so tired but I knew I had much to think about. The rotating blades of the fan melodiously rocked me to bed. The inviting, fluffy comforter tucked me in snuggishly. The setting was perfect for a good night’s rest. But my mind was not. Finally, it gave up. Another day.