Writing Schedule

I will try to write for 15 minutes every day.

Entry Six: Fictional Biography

Biography for guy #1 (The one convincing his friend to go to Mug Night)

                My name is Brett and I’m a twenty one year old business major from Kansas City. I’m tall, dark, and definitely handsome. I work out every day because I am always trying to look good for the ladies. I would have a girlfriend but I can never choose which girl I want to be with. I come from a well off family and drive a really nice car that my parents bought for me as a graduation present. When I'm not working out, I like to party with my boys and pick up the ladies on the weekends. I like to play sports, especially football and basketball with my roommates. I like to have fun and am up for anything.

Entry Five: Public Conversation

·         Union during lunch time

·         Two big guys (look like they could be on the football team)

·         Plates full of nachos from Twisted Cactus

“Dude! These nachos are the shit!”

“Oh, dude, I know, MUCH better than those shitty nachos last year”

“So, you going to Mug Night tonight?”

“I don’t know man, we’ve got that test at 8:00 tomorrow morning…”

“Come on man, you know Ashley is going to be there”

“Yeah, that’s true. Well, man what time you heading to the bar?”

“I don’t know, we’ll probably start drinking at 9:00 and then head over around 10:00 or so.”

“Okay, well I’ll give you a call tonight when I’m heading over”

“Sounds good man, don’t worry about our test tomorrow”

“Nah, I’ll look over the nights before I come over…professors really need to stop assigning this stuff the morning after Mug Night”

“No joke! What are they thinking?!”

They finish their nachos and get up from the table, walking with more swagger than they probably earned and one winks at a girl at an adjoining table. 

Entry Four: Word Association Story

It's a Fall Friday night in a small town in Middle America. The air is cool and becomes even more chilling as the sun fades completely. The aroma of hot dogs fill the stadium as parents, teachers, friends, and classmates fill the metal bleachers waiting for the action to start. The lights shine bright on the field, as though the green field is a shrine dedicated to those fortunate enough to walk it. My dad is down there on the sidelines, the same place he has been every Friday night during the fall for my entire life, and for the majority of his. He's easy to spot with his tall frame and graying hair that once used to be as dark as mine. He lives and breathes football, it's part of who he is, his demeanor. Everyone in the stands knows him, and many of them are watching as he coaches their sons the same way he coached them fifteen years prior. As his players take the field he stands with a slight crouch watching to see if they are "doing their job" and "making their block" his voice is gruff but he isn't' at least not really. He takes pride in his job and is passionate about the sport, and it kills him when players don't act and feel the same way. After each series, he takes his players to the bench and depending on how the series went; fans might be able to hear him from their seats. People always look back to my mom and I and laugh saying, "Coach Barnes won't be too happy tonight!" to that my mom and I laugh in response because no one really knows my dad. To them he is intimidating and one of the consistent faces of Ray-Pec football. But Mom and I know that's not the case. We know that no matter what at the end of the game, we'll walk over to the sports building and wait for Dad to come up to us. He'll hug me and kiss my mom and thank us for coming, and then he'll talk about what his players did and did not do correctly and tell us when he'll be home. Usually the other coaches come up and talk to Mom and I and ask me how I'm enjoying school, we make small talk until we are both tired and cold and we are sure the traffic on School Road has died down a little bit. We say goodbye to Dad and notice that he looks a little tired, but if you really look you'll see that he's in his element. This is what he does. This is where he belongs.

Entry Three: Situational- Positive Outcome

It was perhaps the best decision I made here at Northwest. As soon as I met with my advisor and he told me that I would be able to graduate early, I new it was what I needed to do. It wasn't a hard decision at all, I didn't have to think twice or question my choice or ask my mom what she thought I should do. It was as though I was overcome with this huge feeling of relief and I new that it was going to be the right decision for me to make. As I left his office, I called my mom and shared the good news with her and ever since  I have never looked back.

Entry Two: Situational-Negative Outcome

It was one of those decisions that one regrets making as soon as it happens; yet it was one that I could not go back on. I decided that I was going to graduate a semester early, since I had enough hours completed and I thought it would save me some money. Yet, here I am regretting that decision with each day that passes. As I sit in my apartment and think about everything that I will be giving up by graduating early, a knot of apprehension tightens in my stomach and I am forced to think that maybe perhaps I shouldn't have made this decision.

Entry One: Introduction

My name is Emily Barnes and I am a Junior English Education Major here at Northwest. With this being my first blog ever, I'm not exactly sure what characteristics I'm supposed to include and to be honest it will probably one boring blog! I am from Kansas City, more specifically Raymore, and I live with my parents when I am not here at school. I have two older brothers and a sister-in-law and twin niece and nephew. My parents, brothers, and sister-in-law are all in the education field as well and I'm beginning it's just an undiscovered gene that we all share!  In regards to writing, I'm not good at creating fictional stories and that is what has always scared me away from creative writing. I can write reports and analysis papers but as soon as someone tells me to create, I freeze up. So most of the creative writing I do is non-fiction and usually involves my family. To me, my family is the most important aspect of my life and they provide me with so much material that I feel safe when I'm writing about them.