Today's Observations

On the way to class today I seen a lot of things. I never really paid attention before to actaully stop and look to see what's going on around me. English 302 is my frist class on Wednesdays. I left my room this morning, in Patriot Village, to walk to English in Innovation. I normally come through a path or two bout today I had a little etra time so I decided to go through the Johnson Center. As I left my room on this "journey to class" I walked down the hill by the P.E. building and seen some construction going on. I'm not sure exactly what they were doing but the closer to the bottom of the hill I got the more dust and smoke it seemed like I was walking through. I crossed the street at the crosswalk and seen only one car. The car was green and I think it was a Pontiac; it was approaching me on my left. I got across the street and started to head down the path where I seen the Student Apartment in front of me towards the left and the parking garage towards the right. I was walking down the path, which had numerous trees on both sides of it and i remeber seeing a squirrel run across the path in front of me. I continued to walk through the path until I came up to the parking garge where I seen a blue garbage can on my right next to the doorway of the parking garage. As I continued to walk I slowly seen that I was approaching the Johnson Center, JC. There was also other buildings in my eye sight; such as Harris Theatre, Student Union one and the Performing Arts bulding. I walked up towards the JC and passed the George Mason staute outside with the two plaks on the ground. I walked around them, went into the JC behind a young lady who did not hold the door open for the person behind her. I got into the JC and seen numerous amounts of people. I noticed that there was lines everywhere because I wanted to get a water but could not. I seen a boy sitting outside the LaPat eating Chinese food. I continued to walk pass a lot of people until I got to Innovation where I had to walk up some stairs.

Most Recent Dream

My most most recent dream was definitely last night. I remember waking up this morning saying that I couldn't wait to talk to my boyfriend to tell him about it; we always share crazy dreams. But it always seems that if I don't share the dream right away i always forget most of it, well at least the best parts. So I guess I'll tell you about a different dream that I fully remember. In my most recent remembered dream I was at my best friend, Ashleigh's, house. Her parents had went on some type of vacation and I assume and had left her home alone. She had decided to throw a party and there was so many people there. It was people from High School, people from George Mason and then people I had no idea who they were. Now when i say there was people there that I know some was by face because in my dream they had different names and then there were others that had names of people I knew but looked totally different. Well anyway after the party started it kind of got a little out of control. I remember everyone drinking and acting crazy. Ashleigh and I had went outside to tell people they needed to start getting ready to leave and then all of a sudden there was a firetruck coming down the street with the sirens going off and everything. It stopped in front of Ashleigh's house and like five of our High School football players jumped out. I'm not sure why or how somethings in my dreams happen but next thing I knew was that me and Ashleigh were in a car driving down this long, dark, wilderness looking road. We were just driving; I assume we had left her house to get away from the party and craziness. Yes, I know what your thinking it was her house, but that's what I mean about not knowing how or why things in my dream happen. Well anyway as we were driving we get pulled over. The cop got out the car and placed a gun to Ashleigh's head and told her she had been drinking. Ashleigh denies as the officer told her that she had to take a sobriety test. When she went to get out the car the officer shot her. I then somehow woke myself up from that horrible dream.

Passions and Interests

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It’s quite funny that I was asked to write about things that I am passionate about and interested. I say this because I often ask myself the question why don’t I have any passions if I do how come they’re not that strong. To have a passion for something and to be interested in something is two different things. Being passionate about something I interpret as being in love with, while having an interest in something is to like or enjoy it.
I always look at my sister, Kymberlee, who is four years younger than me and then start to think about my passions and interests. Looking at her makes me think about my interests and passions because I see how passionate she is about certain things like dancing, cheerleading, praise dancing at church and singing; then I wonder why I was never like that. On TV, in the media and our everyday lives we see people who have a passion for something and they will work day after day to become the best that they can be just because they enjoy it. I often tell my mom it was her fault. If you’re wondering why, it’s because I think that most people who are greatly passionate about something start it while they are still young. I tried to tell my mom if she put my in gymnastics, dance or some type of lessons than I would be passionate about something other than talking on the phone. However, I know that it’s really not her fault; I just like to joke about it.
When it comes to my true passions well I don’t know where to start. My passions are only temporary. I’ve never been passionate about something and stuck with it. I was once passionate about track and volleyball but that shortly ended within about three years. I went to volleyball camps and ran on my spare time just for fun. Then I was told that I had developed exercise induced asthma and I let it take over. I started to get scared to run because I might have an asthma attack. I was scared to go out for volleyball the following year because I knew how much running the tryouts would consist of. That’s when what I thought was a passion ended. Now thinking back I would say it was a passion at the time but I let medical reasons allow me to let go of them. I know wish all the time that I would of fought through and worked as hard as I could have; maybe I would of out grew the asthma.
On the other hand I have many interests. I like to shop, talk on the phone, hang out with my friends and boyfriend, go to parties, relax, read, go to the beach and play sports. I consider all of these things to be interests instead of passions because I feel as I can go without them if I needed to. If I had considered them as passions I would be in love with them and feel as if I was lost without. To be passionate about something you need to enjoy doing it and have a great love for. Right now in my life I cannot say that I have any serious passions.

Earliest Memory

People always claim to say that the youngest child has it the worst, especially when there is more than one older sibling. My earliest memory will takes us back years; maybe 12 or 13 years ago. I was about seven or eight years old and at the time I lived in Peekskill, NY with my parents, my little sister, Kymberlee, and my two older half brothers Micheal and Moshe. It was around Christmas time and we were all so excited to get our presents. I remember going to the store on the corner so that we could get milk to put out that night with the cookies out the blue round tin for Santa Clause.
Christmas morning had came and we got up around 6am. My sister had opened one of her presents and I immediately was drawn to it but I didn't say anything at the time. We continued to open present after present after present and I was content with them all, but i just knew in my mind that I had to have the present my sister had first opened. That's when it all started i had to somehow convince her that the present she had opened was meant for me and not her. When thinking about it now it is funny to think that I could have even pulled this off. After we started playing wit the many toys that we had received that day I started to work on my plan. I first told her that the doll that Mommy and Daddy gave her was the one I had wanted and for some reason they wrote the wrong name on the present. She didn't fall for it at first; and claimed that i was wrong because she wanted it. I then went and got a doll from under the tree that I had got for Christmas and told her that was the doll she had wanted and that we could both get what we wanted if we just switched our dolls. Now she slightly started to fall for my plan, I knew I just had to push it a little more. I told her that the doll I had got was better anyway because she had longer hair and prettier clothes. After that she was sure to switch and my plan had been successful.
Now that she has seen the videotape from that Christmas I never hear the end of it.

Experience with Research

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My experience with research so far as been quite successful. When I had to first do a research project it was quite interesting. i didn't know where exactly to start or what to do but after getting the hand of things it turned out to be fine. My biggest problems with research projects is the proper way to cite and do a work cited or bibliography page. Actually doing research is not a problem. I think that is a good way to learn about interesting facts that you never knew before, or may have never even thought about.
Last semester in my religion 100 class, we had to write a ten page research term paper. At first I thought wow what am I going to write about for ten pages, but once it got started information was almost jumping out at me. When it comes to research papers or projects many people may think that its the worst thing in the world; me on the other hand, I actually like them. I would have to say research papers are in my top five favorite types of writing styles.

A Little About Me

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My name is Adrianna Stephens. I am 19 years old from Long Island, NY. a sophomore at George Mason University majoring in Mathematics with an Actuarial concentration and a minor in business and psychology. I am very outgoing, friendly, ready to learn, motivated, talented young lady. I love problem solving and figuring out answers to any situation. I am always eager to learn and want to be the best I can me.
When thinking about writing, some people freak out and get nervous or scared. I on the other hand do not mind it. I might sometimes put it off or start over a couple of times because I don’t quite know exactly what to write or how to start. If anything the hardest part of writing is where to start. I sometimes find myself just writing whatever comes to mind and then going back at the end to rewrite or fix my introduction. When it comes to writing I love to express feelings. I have found out that when I write about things that mean a lot to me or something that I can personally relate to my writing is a lot better. I feel as if I am a very strong writer, decent grammar and punctuation; however, I am bad with spelling.
I have learned many different tactics used for writing throughout school. I think my greatest experience I’ve had with writing was during my freshmen year in English 100. We learned numerous ways to fix, better, and make the most of our writing pieces. We were asked to write about anything we wanted or that came to mind once a week for at least four hours. Each week we learned another technique that would better the piece we would write. When writing we were to use that technique and any other techniques from previous weeks. At the end of the semester we put together a portfolio and had to revise a number of pieces.
My best piece seemed to have been a very personal piece. The piece was very emotional, touching and composed of great detail. This piece was about my experience of losing my best friend in a motorcycle accident. I had never really talked o anyone about it before. I used to keep my feelings about the situation to myself and it was breaking me down. When given the opportunity to write a personal piece I felt that would be a start to letting some of my emotions out.
I never really thought about how I am as a writer, but I would have to say it all depends on what it is that I am writing. I think that I am stronger in different types of writing. I like research papers and personal papers, where I can write about what I want. Like a lot of people I plan to continue to prove my writing as much as possible. As much as I would like to say that I am an excellent writer it I know that I’m not and there is always space and time for improvement.

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