Google +

I really liked using google plus with my classmates. It is almost like a version of Facebook. You can post pictures, create a profile , etc. Though this was different this Facebook. The reason as to why it was different is because my "timeline" was not filled with meaningless post. It was an interesting way to be involved with my classmates.

Google drive

 DRIVE

I never knew all the things one can do on google drive. I found it a bit hard at first, but once I got a hang of it i found pretty cool. It is very useful for group projects. Your group can edit and view each others work. The one thing that I feel disappointed in is that now that the class is just about over I was just getting the hang of it. 

Using Blogging in the Class

Using Blogging in the Class

 

 

I never really used blogs. I had started one a long time ago but was not persistent in it. This class enable me to keep at it. That and the grade. Blogging has been fun. I have done something new that I  thought I would not be able to do.

 

 

 



 



APA post

APA 

 

 

APA format has been a love and hate relationship. I enjoy learning to write in this format but for some reason I feel like a lot of stuff gets added on all the time. There are to many " specific ways" to do it. It seems like everyone has their versions of what APA style really is. One semester I am doing  APA correctly the next I am losing points for an italicize tile that was forgotten or tedious grammar mistakes that seem minuscule.

 

 



Second post on Death

Death 

 This subject is touchy for me.  How do I feel about death ? Well i will start by saying I see my self living a long life.  I believe that everything has an expiration date. That includes humans. Since the losses of my grandmother the reality has hit . That the longer you live the more you will experience death.  One has a greater appreciation for  life when one knows about death.

Death

Death

 

 

 

 

This word was unfamiliar to me growing up.  I really never thought about death until my grandmother from my mom's side passed away. I was 18 years old and I did not know how to process it. It was the first time that a loss of a person impacted my whole family. We had heard of people passing away but never close to us. For years my parents had tried to bring my grandmother to the U.S. and in 2009 that wish had come true. Only to have her pass away in front of the Miami airport. At that point I closed myself off and went along with the funeral preparations.  I had never seen so many people cry. I had never seen my mother in so much distress. To be completely honest I have yet to accept the death. Since I didn’t see the funeral because my mother send the body back to Mexico to be properly buried there is like she never passed away.

 

 

 

 

I have yet to return to Mexico and frankly I do not think I would. At least not to my parents’ hometown. Her house was the first house we would arrive to. Going back would have to force me to accept it. The same for my father's mother who died a few years later. I guess when it comes to death I am not so accepting.

 



Myth about a poem

Myth about a poem

 

 

 

   

For this post I chose to write about the poem Cinderella, by Anne Sexton.  I have always been a fanatic of the Cinderella stories. Anne Sexton talks about myths in this poem.  She makes a comparison to myth through the stories rags to riches. Sexton's final stanza suggestion about the was fairy tales end is that  main character in the story always ends up living happily ever after and the villains get what is coming to them. Cinderella is a recognizable legend. Most know about the evil stepmother and stepsisters. How the prince throws a ball to find his bride. How Cinderella is not allow to go and in some miracle she is dressed in the most beautiful dress at the ball. The princes falls in love, but she must run by the strike of mid night.  All that is left is her slipper. The prince goes in search of his mystery love. Finds her and marries her. Very beautiful story but a myth.