FW- BOMPs- one stealth mission

The BOMPs. I once belonged to this group. The acronym stands for Bored Old Mill People... and our goal was to do crazy random things, including what we called stealth missions. Unfortunately we had to have a culprit, so there was this girl, we will call Rachel who was the center of our missions. Well, we were actually friends with her, and knew she was a good person, but she was so random that it was easy to come up with false stories to keep us entertained. So, one Sunday night I am in bed, and ready to go to sleep when I get a phone call that went something like this, "Code red, stealth mission. Downstairs. Katy's apt. NOW! Repeat. Code red." So I promptly got out of bed and went down the stairs, I saw Rachel and waved hi- she was talking to a guy in the ward. Well, I knock on the door and hear someone slam into the door before it is "pulled" open only to be stopped by one of those chains that goes across on some doors. They see me and have to close the door to release the chain before letting me in. The moment I am in, they lock the door behind me. The whole apartment is dark, and I hear a harsh whisper, "Get down!"
So I crawl on all fours to meet the group. Apparently Rachel has been seducing and abusing the poor guy in the ward (not really- but you see, we have to save him). Well, she knows we're in there, so we have to climb out the window into the indoor solarium that all the apartments lead out to. Once inside we exit out of a different door so it may appear as if we've been in a different apartment for quite awhile. Well, at this time, Rachel gets in her car and drives off to her secret lair of course and we have to follow, because any plans she might make we have to stop.
Katy, Logan (our unofficial leader) and I decide to take a casual walk around the building to see if she has simply parked on the other side- no such luck. But Logan claims he knows some of her "spots". He tells us that he is out of gas, and we soon find out, so is Katy and I. We can't break the Sabbath, and so it seems our mission is doomed.
Then Logan walks over to a car- not his and says, I'm going to hot wire this car. Katy and I laugh, thinking he is joking. He then proceeds to open the door, get in, he reaches down and the car starts. Katy and I are dumbfounded. Logan yells to get in. I go over and climb in and look at Logan, saying, "Please tell me you did not hot wire the car" He doesn't answer until Katy gets in, but I did notice there were keys in the ignition. After we are driving he says that it's another guy's car in our ward who had given him open permission to use it whenever- he had other means of transportation.
Unfortunately we never did find Rachel that night, or discover her secret plans to do, who knows what would be next. But we did have a very entertaining night, as always with the BOMPs! :)

FW-Dancing

Dancing. One of my favorite things to do. I may not have the greatest technique but I love watching people dance and I love dancing. Granted I don’t always like people watching, but that’s life I guess. I love choreography too- the art of putting together a whole routine. Recently I saw Step Up 2: The Streets and Step Up, the first one. After seeing them it makes me want to get up and dance. Unfortunately, I sprained my ankle about a week ago and my limited dancing abilities became even more restricted.

One of my favorite things to do within dancing is choreograph. I love it when the dance moves fit with the music and the words- when they all work together to portray something, it’s one of the most beautiful things ever. I think everything combined with music is my favorite art form- the combination of dance, music and words- it truly leaves me in amazement every time.

And so, even though I’m not completely up to par at the moment, I will start coming up with dances again- they may not be the best, but they are so much fun. It can be a type of exercise and a way to express yourself- there’s nothing greater! I LOVE IT!!!!

RA- song analysis- "Hate That I Love You"

"Hate That I Love You" by Rihanna

Songs in general I think are great users of pathos. The music can help you feel what they are trying to portray. It helps get people into the music and can sometimes involve you to the point where you barely know what is being said.

Then the second strength, in good music, and I like it in this song, is the lyrics. The lyrics can speak both through the pathos and logos. I guess it could through the ethos, but more through the first two. In this song I think it is going more towards the pathos as a strength. It is talking about people who are experiencing the fine line between love and hate. I think most people, at least one day, will eventually experience this, so I think most people can relate to it. I think in this song they are in a fight, yet they still know that they love the other person and that frustrates them. Not really, but they want to be mad at them and frustrated.

I think it pretty sufficiently goes through the emotions to help people relate to the song. And it is typical, in the fact that people who have felt this way could probably describe things pretty similarly. There is no manipulation in trying to convince us to the way it feels, and everything is relevant. When everything is not relevant, it makes the song, long-winded, not concise, easy to get lost in the meaning of the song, etc.

I think the song is successful. The lyrics are clever and the music fits it. It's mellow but has a lilt to it. So you don't feel the anger, as they probably aren't really either, they simply want to be mad at the other person and so are in a sense sad that they can't be mad. And so, the r&b feel is accurate, with jazzy singing style. Maybe that's why I like the song so much! :)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xK1AplNw3-8

TA- brainstorming- birth order

I don’t know what I’m writing about yet but I’m going to brainstorm some ideas here. I really like knowing about the birth order theories. I’ve actually thought a lot about it before- in my extended family most of the second children were rebellious. We all have a little rebellious streak that runs through all of us, but it came out stronger in the second children. They were never afraid to do what they wanted and stand up for it. I’m not saying the first children were all angels, but I think most of us have tried our best. And I for one definitely fit some of the qualities of a firstborn child.

But the second children have tried to make their own statement. I don’t plan on down-talking my brother but he is a good example of a second child. He is very smart, smarter than me, or at least more capable. I have my own talents but he is talented at more things and to a greater extent. I always did well though, and I think my brother tried to make a statement. He did not do as well in high school- and it wasn’t because he wasn’t capable of it. In order for him to get the same grades as me, he would’ve only needed half the effort. But he wanted to make a statement, and so he kind of did a little opposite of me. He never did anything really wrong, but definitely had a very rebellious nature.

I think my parents did a good job of raising us though. We may all have certain tendencies of the birth order signs, but we also I think are in control of things too. I think we have a pretty good balance of our characteristics. My brother and I are pretty close, and we react to things similarly, so we are able to help each other with a lot of things. But it was because of my brother’s rebellion that has given all of us “children” a little more freedom.

Then there is my sister Carly, a middle child- she is definitely the peacemaker, and was always great to talk to. I knew she wouldn’t take my side, but she would listen to me, which was sometimes what I needed. I needed someone to “side” with me enough to listen. It’s kind of nice. But I love all of my siblings and am grateful for the different roles we have- whether they are due to birth order theories or inherent personalities, or if we were born here in a certain order because of our inherent personalities. Whatever the reason, I’m grateful for it!

FW- my birthday

So, it was my birthday on Sunday... but to celebrate we started early on Friday. The celebration started at Red Lobster for dinner. I invited many people, and one of my friends told me I really knew how to throw a party- you see, I'm a single girl and I invited a married couple, an engaged couple, a few girls and a whole bunch of guys..... more options- well not really, they're just all my best friends. We had lots of fun and they sang to me. Then Saturday I got to sleep in. That afternoon my mom had a cake and flowers delivered to my door with ice cream and balloons. It was really cute. So I invited friends over to help me eat the cake because I knew I was getting more cake the next day, so I had to finish this cake with some help. So I called more friends over and we had a party! It was fun and when they left I got ready and went country dancing with a friend.

Sunday morning, my actual birthday I woke up to my roommate jumping on my bed. She had made me breakfast. I came out to the front room and she had decorated the whole thing with streamers. Then we went to choir practice and I realized she had decorated the whole railing all the way down the stairs and looking back she also decorated the balcony with streamers and balloons. Then we came back and finished getting ready for church. She asked if we could take my car to church cause her car was out of gas. Well when we got down the stairs and got to my car I realized, she did have gas in her car- but my car was completely decorated with birthday sentiments, so the whole world knew I was turning 23- in fact it’s still decorated. Then after church one of my good friends Natalie made me an amazing cake! So good, and then I went over to my boys’ house (they’re my guy friends from freshmen year and some of my greatest supporters) because they had bought me cheesecake and threw another party. Then to top everything off… on my way back home I forgot my phone and had to run back… well I missed a step… and landed on my ankle wrong, and sprained it. So now I have fabulous birthday memories, and a sprained ankle. :)

FW- Car Jacking

Alright, so here goes the new story of the week! So the other day I was sleeping in cause I didn't have class til a little later. Well, my roommate came in and woke me up- Ashley. She told me that in the night Shannon's, our other roommate, car had been broken into. There were four cars in our parking lot that had been broken into and then 32 cars over in the Seven Peaks parking lot had also been broken into. My car had been parked right over on the edge of our parking lot and Seven Peaks, but for whatever reason my car was fine when I checked it. My roommate teaches Elementary school and had to ask someone to watch her class while she talked with the police. She had her ipod adaptor and sunglasses "stolen". She found her ipod adapter a few cars away- it had been smashed and her two pairs of sunglasses were also found a short distance away. So, now she has her window to pay for.

When I went outside and noticed things I realized these people must have been dumb. My neighbor back at home had her car broken into. The police said they were having a hard time catching the people because they were breaking the back small window- a less obvious window and usually doesn't set off the panic alarm. Even when it does you can walk away and most people even if they go to investigate don't notice anything wrong and then you can casually walk back and unlock the door and viola! you're in! These people broke the front windows... which is very obvious.

Of course, then there is always my grandpa's theory who never locks his car doors. He figures if someone wants something bad enough in his car they're going to break his window to get it. So why lock the doors just so you have to replace a window and the lost item? So, take your pick, or just pray that these idiots in Provo get caught! Cause they have no idea what they are doing- really... I think they need some help.

TA-Intro

Teachers are such a crucial part of our lives. We learn throughout our lives many things that help shape us into who we become. It is our teachers who help us get there. Our teachers are our best support. Teachers come in many different shapes and sizes and occupations. Some are mothers, fathers, friends, acquaintances and some actually hold the title of teacher. Why then, in a world where teachers are so needed do we find ourselves in a teacher shortage? What is scaring them off? What can we do to help people want to be teachers so that our future children will be able to have the same educational opportunities as we once had? What can be done to encourage people to teach and at the same time improve teachers’ quality?