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insert corny title referring to this being my "goodbye 2011, hello 2012" blog

2011-12-31T16:40:00.000-08:00

2011, 2011, 2011. Let's be cliche for a minute. "2011, we've had our ups and downs, but in the end I'm thankful for everything that has been dealt to me. Bring on the new year!" Alright, now that that's over.. let's get down to business.

2011 has, in fact, been a year of ups and downs, but it's been far more than that. I have grown up so incredibly much in the past 365 days I can barely believe it myself. Where shall we begin? January, I suppose.

I don't remember much about January. The only thing that stands out to me is starting my second semester of college; readjusting to being away from home. February is when my world got twist-turned upside down. *Thank you Will Smith*

I had a high school sweetheart, in fact if you'd asked me this time last year; I'd tell you I would marry him one day. February is when he broke my heart. Maybe worse than broke, shattered, my heart. In my devastation I cried myself to sleep multiple nights, ate anything that wasn't glued down, and found myself distracted beyond belief in my classes. There was one specific time though, that changed everything. One night I was crying my eyes out, sat up in bed and just cried out to the Lord; let everything I was feeling out to Him. After that 2a.m. prayer, I never cried myself to sleep over him again. God showed me this was all apart of His plan, that this break-up was a blessing in disguise.

March was a month of change for me. Trying to put my heartbreak behind me, I filled my time completely. This is the month I actually started hanging out at BCM afterwards instead of rushing back to my dorm to get to sleep. Becoming social past 10:15 may have been the best decision I made all year.

Along with BCM, I started hanging out at the campus radio station, WMUL, more and more. This is where I met some of my now closest friends as well as the bestfriend I'd been praying for for such a long time. She is amazing. I've never seen someone with more determination or more strength (in all aspects) than her. God really blessed me when he put Laura in my life, she was the girl I'd always wanted by my side, to be my "bff". The two of us combined with Caitie became inseparable, earning us the nickname "Three's Company".

As we proceed...

the spring semester began to wind down BCM introduced an opportunity called "beachweek". Though I hadn't gotten extremely close to anyone yet, I (with Laura and Caitie agreeing to go as well, of course) decided to dive in and go. Second best decision I made in 2011.

Two short weeks after donating 10inches of my hair to Locks of Love, and 3 days after semester ended, I was on a road trip to Myrtle Beach with Caitie, Laura, and a caravan of other Jesus lovin' students. I had no idea how much my life was going to change in the next week.

Beachweek opened my eyes to a completely different side of Christ. I'd grown up the "good-girl", the "church-girl", or my personal favorite; "goody-two-shoes", but I'd never realized the relationship aspect. Beachweek was the week I started to truly fall in love with Christ.

Flip-flops, shorts, and tan-lines led me into Summer 2011.

Those three months flew by as I put in almost full-time hours at Sunglass Hut. I loved my job, though. I got to witness to customers, put smiles on peoples' faces, and of course; make extra money for the approaching school year. Aside from working, I spent summer making trips back and forth to Huntington, hanging out with my sister and her family, and going to my fair share of baseball games with my momma. I couldn't have asked for a better break from school. When the fun and cash flow ended, I welcomed fall semester with open arms.

This past semester was hands down the highlight of my year. I cannot even begin to describe all the wonderful events that have occurred these past few months. Here's a few things that stick out: co-leading my absolutely incredible iteam! BCM <3 the j-school, being door girl for UpLate, first airplane ride, going on a Disney Cruise, deciding it was the time for me to finally get baptized, growing closer to so many people, learning to cook (with the help of a gal who means so much to me in such little time, Kelsi), realizing every single day how blessed I am, changing my major to one that I should have been since I started college; one that makes my heart beat, conquering my struggle with food, growing closer to my dad, and above all else, letting go and letting God take over EVERY aspect of my life.

In the midst of all this, I can't leave out what is literally one of the most life-changing things that has ever happened to me. A little over a month ago, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder called Celiac's Disease. I plan to write a blog completely dedicated to it considering how many questions I've gotten in regards to my posts about being gluten-free or jokingly referring to myself as a "celiac", but long story short; it has completely altered the way I live every single day. In the midst of that, I praise God for the changes. I am so honored that He knows He can rely on me to use something of this nature for His glory; that I'm strong enough to handle the lifestyle I now lead. That my friends leads me to the present.

Right now, I couldn't tell you what the next 12 months holds for me. I know within the next 48hours I'll be participating in the experience of a lifetime: Passion 2012. Interested? Click here. Other than that, I'll be going through the motions; seeing what God has in store for me. If it's anything like the changes He's put in my life in the past year, I cannot wait to see how close I grow to Him. I've never craved His word, craved His love, or adored His grace more than I do now. With Him on my side, there's no telling where I could be this time next year. With all of it, to His glory. May God bless 2012....now...bring.it.on.

No Compass Necessary

2011-10-11T05:59:00.001-07:00

Shewwee! Been almost 2 months since I've had the time to sit down and write. (I really don't even have the time to right now; but oh well, homework can wait.) So many incredible things have happened to me in the time that has passed. Some of the best changes based on my newfound philosophy of "Turning North".

Deuteronomy 2:3 says, " You have circled this mountain long enough. Now turn north." That verse hit me like a ton of bricks after I discovered it in one of my favorite "Jesus books", as I like to call them. All the things I'd been struggling with in life were irrelevant after this discovery. I knew at that moment it was time to whole heartedly make a change.

Without going into detail, (I do keep some personal things to myself) I can proudly say I have been going strong since then. I've had a few slip ups, but He lead me right back on track. Those of us who have experienced such a time of triumph, especially a triumph led completely by God, know that this is the prime time for the dang devil to come and try to steer us back down the path of destruction.

He knocked on my door for about a week straight, and it seemed like every day the pounding would get stronger and stronger. I'd fight back by simply sitting and praying, knowing that God would take care of me. Though the devil isn't the easiest thing to conquer, I persisted and finally during BCM on Wednesday night, I felt the release that he had given up. Unfortunately, I know he'll try and come back.

Since my life is on this awesome track, I'll have to constantly be prepared for the next thing that tries to destroy me. Whether it be the devil or my biology class, I'll prevail. I have the strongest of the strong on my side. As for my journey, I'll continue to go north, full speed ahead. Not saying I won't have the occasional sway to the east or west, for those falters are what make the race to the top far more gratifying. When life causes me to wanna flee south, I remind myself "And if Our God is for us, then who could ever stop us. And if our God is with us, then what can stand against?" The answer is nothing, nothing can stand against us. Go out there and start your journey north. Keep Him by your side and your eyes set forward, nothing can get in your way.

This is Who I am; and Baby, I'm Luckier than the Lottery

2011-08-14T09:01:00.001-07:00

Hi, I'm Katie Ferrell. I'm 19 and a sophomore at Marshall University where I'm majoring in online journalism. I love Jesus, and the next boy in my life has to love Him more than he will ever love me. Stubborn could be my middle name and sometimes my mood swings are worse than a menopausal woman's. I probably paint my fingernails too much and to me, there is no other sporting goods brand than Nike. When texting, I never capitalize anything, just because I think it looks prettier and neater...that's probably caused by my OCD. Clothes are my obsession and putting together outfits is something I like to do for fun. My friends are the best around, there's no doubt about it. If I had to describe myself in one word "classy" would be in the top 3 choices. The morals I have were decided when I was 11, and were not prompted by my parents at all. Writing is what I use to release all the the thoughts in my head; that or praying. God always listens, even when no one else will. When the season changes, so does my Bath&Body scent, and my candles. Makeup and I have a love/hate relationship, but you'll hardly ever catch me wearing much. I struggle with my love of food, but controlling it is becoming easier every day. You can catch me at the gym 5 days a week. I'm either completely dressed down or completely dressed up; there's not much of a happy medium for me. Somedays, I'm just plain lazy. It's nice. My room is usually a mess, but everything else of mine has to be nice and organized. Speaking of being lazy and a mess, I haven't washed my car in 3 months. My silver bug is a dull grey. The bug reminds me, gas costs too much; especially when my baby takes premium. And I'm a penny pincher..but I'd rather spend my money on a gift for someone else rather than something careless for myself. And one of the most important things about me is, as much as I screw up, or as wretched of a person I can be, my God and my family always love me. They're all I need in this world; the rest of my blessings are simply bonuses...and I've hit the jackpot.

God Isn't Going to Write that Term Paper for You

2011-08-10T06:12:00.001-07:00

Man it's funny how that God of ours works sometimes, isn't it? This summer I have become such a morning person. I used to go to bed SO early back in the first semester of school last year. I then got out of the habit and 3am became my new bedtime. My body totally rejected this new routine and wasn't very nice to me, so throughout the summer I've started getting up earlier and 3am turned into midnight or eleven. Slowly but surely, I've gotten back to my normal sleeping hours of passing out around 10pm; thank goodness. What does my bedtime and sleeping schedule have to do with anything? Well I shall tell you why I think it's relevant.

Being the Follower of Christ that I am, I have a devotional book and try my best to stick to it routinely. I was doing so well until I started working practically full time at the Hut and all of a sudden my "I just haven't had time" excuse surfaced. Seriously, Katie...no time for God? Strike one. Axing out your devotionals but still having time to watch lame videos on YouTube? Strike Two. Changing the color of your fingernails every three evenings but not reading your Bible? Strike three. "You're outta there!" No, no...God didn't erase my name out of the Lamb's Book of LIfe or anything, but He did send me a subliminal message...He's so dang good at those..

In comes my sleeping patterns! The more I changed back to my old sleeping habits the more time I found myself with in the mornings. And then it dawned on me! Something I'd heard a while back but had let settle in the depths of my mind. Say I take an hour out of my day to spend with God; reading, studying, praying...imagine the uplifting mood and the amount of blessings He could bestow on my other 23 hours. Now, I'm not saying I bargained with God. I can just imagine: "So, uh, God..let's make a deal. If I spend some time with You every morning, thennnn will You bring everyone in the Charleston area to the Sunglass Hut and buy a pair of Oakleys from me?" Doesn't work that way. It's a matter of trust. You have to trust that He will see the obedience you're showing Him, and the faith you have in Him; therefore, He will take care of you (as always) and see to it you get everything you need to finish in that day completed. This leads to a snowball affect.

If your day immediately begins on the right foot (spending time with Him), you're going to be in a much happier mood, you will become more productive, less stressed, and in the end become a better you. Ding, Ding! We have a winner! Of course, if you're going to sit down and study your Bible for 3 hours thinking God's going to magically write the term paper you've been procrastinating on, it's not going to work like that. God knows the desires of your heart, the reasons behind your doings. You need to want to be with Him, want to read His word, and want to be the obedient Follower of Christ He expects you to be.

So see, my sleeping patterns do matter. And if you think they still don't, just let me think they do. Thanks, I appreciate it. But anywho, simply remember to never make the terrible excuse I did, that "you just don't have time", because you do. Maybe start with a small prayer every morning, and build your time up. He'll understand every step of your way with Him, and help you to become the best Child of God you can be. And remember, it's never too late to start something new; so go for it. Start spending your mornings/afternoons/evenings/nights with Him, see how your days go and how your time pans out. I bet you'll start sleeping a little easier.

MTV Answers Prayers?

2011-08-03T08:28:00.000-07:00

365 days ago, I was a nervous wreck. At 11 '0 clock p.m., August 3rd, 2010 my life was going to be aired on national television. I sat in my living room with ten close friends and my mom, scared to death at how I was going to be portrayed and what the results of filming from a few months earlier were going to be. A year later, I'm smiling at what an impact that hour showcasing tears, laughs, and camouflage brought to my life.

Some of you may still be lost, because if you didn't go to high school with me, you may not know; considering I hardly ever talk about it, but I was featured on a reality documentary series for MTV's "If You Really Knew Me". The response to the show was phenomenal. I received over 600 friend requests on FaceBook and numerous private messages explaining to me how my story helped and inspired them. The entire reason I agreed to be filmed was to make an impact on someones life; never did I think it would have such a positive impact on so many, including myself.

A short time after the show aired, I hit the campus of Marshall and heard many "She looks so familiar" or "I know her from somewhere" as I walked by. Even had some brave people come up and ask me if I was that girl, or ask me about my experience. I even had a person throw up the "I love you" sign to me as I walked through my local mall one day; and though it doesn't happen near as often, I still get recognized and questioned. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make you feel dang cool.

But enough about that; it's been a year and if you're actually interested in the entire story I can explain on a personal basis; but I just wanted to focus on the fact that my life has changed in more ways than one since the show aired. The most important being a response to something I'd said on the show: that all I wanted was a relationship with my dad. And I can gladly say, that's exactly what I have now.

My dad is a hardworking, West Virginia coal miner so his work schedule makes it hard to really spend time one-on-one, but we do the very best we can. It all began when Dad started taking me back to school on the weekends. In that hour drive to Huntington, we'd catch up on life, and slowly start to bond. He'd carry my things into my room, and after he'd leave I'd have a smile on my face knowing my prayers were being answered. We now talk just about everyday (sometimes I miss his call and he'll be out of service by the time I can call back) and I spend every Sunday night with him; the one day he has off a week. We'll go grocery shopping together, talk about life, boys, and my future. Everything I'd dreamt of having in a relationship with him, I have. It may have taken 19 years, but by golly; it's always better late than never.

The show wasn't scripted, just as life isn't. And never did I realize how being on MTV was going to provide me with the relationship I'd always wanted. If I were back in that Riverside classroom again, when we were told the show was coming, I'd never doubt for a second about going for it. There were times when I was crying with a camera glued to my face that I questioned myself about what I was doing. But looking back now, it was all worth it, and I hope the others that were on the show with me have had the same positive results as me. So, to be cliche; if you really knew me, you'd know my life has been a roller coaster in the past year, but I wouldn't change one single thing. Cut; press play; continue.

She's A Brick House...literally

2011-07-31T05:47:00.000-07:00

Here I sit on a Sunday morning after a lousy Saturday night. Thought maybe sleeping would change my mood around, but unfortunately for me that did not work. It's not often I'm a negative Nancy, but when I am it all hits at once.

As I sit here, I have so much frustration built up inside of me. But of course I'd never let any of those things slip out of my mouth except maybe to my mom, or most likely my sister. The reason? I have this mega-brick wall up around me. The reason I have one? Because anytime I've ever let it down, I get hurt.

My life hasn't been the glamorous one most assume it has been, and don't get me wrong I have been beyond blessed in 19 years and my life was and is farrrr from the worst, but still; don't judge a book by it's cover. That being said, ever since I was little I've never been able to let loose and have fun. Not the type of fun the average college student has; that is in NO way, shape, or form something I'd be interested in. But just letting my guard down, being absolutely silly, and enjoying myself. I never really had time to be a kid, so here I am, years later still acting like the adult I'd learned to be as a child. You can't live in the past, all you can do is look to the future, which can be so hard when the future you had planned crumbled without your control.

Being the OCD, organized person I am, I had my life all planned out. Which, I do NOT recommend this at alllll, by the way. The plans I'd made had me so excited for the coming years, then they all changed through a decision that was not mine. At that moment in time I felt like my life was over. I soon realized looking back, it was simply the beginning to a new chapter. Here I am, in the midst of that new chapter.

The past hurts, but I have to keep my eyes on the prize of my dreams and future. When I think about the future now, I have absolutely no idea what it holds; just that God's got a hold of it and is in control. Which is quite the relief realizing it's no longer my worry. The unfortunate thing is, I have no idea when I'm going to learn to live. Really, live. To just let my guard down and enjoy what God surrounds me with. When is that scared 7-year-old going to breakaway and have the time of her life? Who knows, all I know is the day it happens; I'll most likely write a blog about it. So here I still sit on my couch. The only thing I know that's going to happen today is that I'm going to church (River Ridge 9;45/11:15 join us :) and that I will be working yet another shift at Sunglass Hut. And no matter how I feel after posting this blog, which will most likely be a little bit better because writing is my release, even if it's like crud; I'll put on my smile and never let a single person know what's going on in this noggin' of mine. I've said it once, and I'll say it again; A smile is the most beautiful thing a person can have. And with that smile, I'll enjoy my day the best way I know how. Maybe today's the day. The day I learn to tear down my wall and enjoy the blessing of a new day I have been given, to it's utmost potential.

Not Your Average Blog about Cereal

2011-07-26T20:12:00.001-07:00

I'm not sure if any of you saw my tweet earlier that said "what better day to start something new than today?", but this blog will provide y'all with an explination. Obviously, today I'm starting something new! That something new is giving up cereal. *Disclaimer: I promise it isn't as corny/lame as it sounds*

The deliciousness of cinnamon toast crunch in a cold bowl of milk after a long day of work is one of my favorite things. The problem is my inability to practice self control by eating simply one bowl. I've struggled with emotional eating and portion control with food in the past, but with cereal I find myself lost in the habit of one bowl, after another, after another. (The fact that I have the appetite of a man doesn't help either) But there's an underlying problem behind the lack of control. My addiction to cereal is an addiction. There's no sugar coating it. No pun intended...for once.

An addiction, is an addiction, is an addiction. Society, overall, judges those who are addicted to alcohol and drugs; but we overlook the more simple addictions we each have. If we hear through the grapevine that our next door neighbor is going through AA or rehab the whispers and dirty looks seem to arise at the sight of a person who is simply reaching out for help. Mine, being cereal, is no where near the severity of a 15 year alcoholic; but in the eyes of God, we are two of the same.

I'm sure by now, you may have started to think of something you may have grown accustom to spending to much time with or doing. Maybe it's an addiction to drinking soda, or watching too much TV. Or something I know many of my peers struggle with; an addiction to the Internet and gossiping. No matter what the addiction is, they are all equal according to Him. I wish I could find it, and if I do I'll update this post, but there is a verse in the good 'ol B-I-B-L-E meaning just that. Unfortunately I can't find the book that I read it in, not my Bible it's right here beside me, but this awesome book I read called "Made To Crave". Google it. And maybe I'll blog on it one day.

Anywho, the thing about an addiction is, the way we let it consume our time, thoughts, day, etc. Not that I sit around and chomp at the bits to get home to my cereal, but it does have an array of affects on me. I'm generally a healthy eater, but the day after a cereal binge I feel sluggish and guilty about my indulgence. This in turn makes me lazier and less productive. A snowball of negative impacts on my daily routine. Without this habit, I'd have a better overall feeling of myself and wouldn't lose the amount of energy I gain from my healthier choices. That all-day fulfilling energy seems much nicer than the unfortunate highs and lows of processed sugars. The above mentioned is a scenario from my point of view dealing with my personal issues, but I'm sure there is one in relation to yours as well.

Since there are no CA (cereal anonymous) meetings, or 5 week programs to curb my habit, I suppose I'm quitting cold turkey. One of the most important facets in a walk with Christ is that of accountability. It wasn't until earlier this summer that I realized how important this key aspect was, but now I understand it fully. In order to maintain accountable, I hope to write a blog on my success with the elimination of late night binges due to an addiction as seemingly silly as cereal. My goal is by the time school starts to have kicked my habit. If any of you reading this are struggling with an addiction, no matter if it's even sillier than cereal, or something much more serious, I encourage you to say a prayer for yourself. The power of prayer isn't attainable by any program you could go through here on Earth.

I can't help but think of the High School Musical song when I talk about "the start of something new" but I'm no longer 16 and crushing on the star of the basketball team, I'm 19 and writing a blog about addiction...to cereal. But the main and serious point to this, is that nothing in life should have power over you, well unless of course it's The Man. For anyone struggling with anything, today could be the day to start over. Stop making excuses in order to prolong quitting or starting something. Take the initiative and act upon it today. Better yet, this very minute. Decide in your head what you're going to do, a reasonable goal, and the time span between now and that goal. As I caught myself eating far too much Special K this morning, that's when all this hit me. I took the bag, walked to the trash, and threw it in. That was the moment I decided...don't let yours pass you up.

Who Cares about Wrapping Paper, Anyways?

2011-07-20T16:13:00.000-07:00

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder...then why don't we all see ourselves as the beautiful people we are? I have and continue to struggle with accepting body image and considering myself beautiful, and I know I am FAR from the only one. Society puts so much pressure on each of us; especially as females, to look a certain way. In reality, those Victoria's Secret models? They don't even look that good. And I'm sure if you ask each one of them what insecurity they have, they'd name it instantly.

I received one of my daily Victoria's Secret e-mails yesterday and it really ground my gears. I know better, that the way those gals look was created mainly by Photoshop and airbrushing; but what about the 12-year-old who sees the advertisements for Aerie as she's going to buy her first bra? She doesn't know better; and that advertisement is inadvertently teaching her at such a young age that she needs to look like that. Not only are they brainwashing young girls, but the young boys that see them as well. While growing up and being exposed to such ads, even in family friendly atmospheres such as the shopping mall, they will begin to think real women look like those in the pictures.

I'm not bashing advertisements; heck I'm an ad major at this point in time, but rather infuriated by our society. Since when did beautiful mean a size 00, with toned abs, and rail thin limbs? Sure, that type of body can be beautiful; but so can a size 24+ full-figured woman. We just have to redirect our thoughts in believing that we are beautiful; no matter what.

Sometimes, I wish I could take more of my own advice. I know when I'm sweating my butt off at the gym and don't indulge in the delicious pretzel burger at Fat Patty's I so desperately am craving, it's because I want to look my best. Every girl wants to feel attractive, especially in opinion of the opposite sex. But there comes a point in which each of us has to accept what we were blessed with as a body.

God created each of us as a vision of Himself. Therefore, even we roll out of the bed; no make-up, bedhead, and morning breath, He thinks we are beautiful. Because we are. We might be a few pounds over what we'd like to see on the scale, or maybe a zit the size of Jupiter popped up right on the tip of our nose during the night, but we.are.beautiful. I can't stress that enough. The more of us that realize this, the happier and healthier we can be.

A couple weeks ago I started a new routine. This routine consists of: waking up, looking in the mirror, and telling myself "I am beautiful". At first I didn't believe it. The flaws I'd concentrated on so hard; most that no one else would probably even care to notice, would pop out at me as I was "lying" to myself. As the days progressed, my confidence rose. I started to believe my "lie" and would walk out of the house knowing I was beautiful because He made me that way. Granted, the days where I feel as attractive as the Hunchback of Notre Dame still come (one was yesterday), but those feelings fade and soon I'm back on track with my new found streak of confidence.

To sum it all up: never forget how beautiful you are. And if you're worried about your appearance in sake of finding a relationship; throw that out the window. There's someone out there meant to love you for you, not for how you'd look as the center fold of a magazine. The way we look is small compared to what lies within us. I mean, who honestly cares about what the wrapping paper on a present looks like? The gift on the inside is what counts. Love what God gave you; and everyone else will come to love it, and you, as well.

Aunt T Times Three!

2011-07-13T08:42:00.000-07:00

Nothing is more precious than a newborn baby. That being said, I'm extremely confident in saying there is no cuter, or more precious of a newborn out there right now than my new nephew. Monday my sister blessed me with my third nephew; I could never thank her enough.

Monday after finishing up at the gym, I proceeded with the usual check-in with mom to let her know I was safe (you'd still think I was the newborn that their mother hadn't cut the cord yet...love you mom! wouldn't have it any other way!) and what I would be embarking on on my day off. The response she gave me made me squeal so loud you'd think Michael Buble had just gotten in my passenger side. I learned that it was a strong possibility my sister could have her baby that very day! I composed myself, made it home, and then proceeded to sit on standby in case my assistance was needed. Shortly after, I received a phone call from Sis, asking me to come up to her house in case she'd have to leave for the hospital. Meaning I'd have my hands full with two boys; one freshly turned two and one a month and a half shy of five. Wowzers. But I was up for the challenge.

To make a long story short, we'll fast forward to 7:14pm that day. The minute my precious nephew entered this world. If you're not aware of the date he was born, it was 7.11.11. Cool right? Even cooler...free Slurpees on his birthday! every. year.

Yesterday was the first time I met him and got to hold him. Ohmygoodness he is seriously the cutest baby I have ever seen. Not that my first two nephews weren't, but he is just so stinkin' cute! From his head full of dark hair, to his round face, to his long toes; I just didn't want to let him go.

I could go on and on about how much I love him already, but the person who should be taking the spotlight is my sister. Once again, she's a subject I could write an entire novel on, but I'll sum it up briefly for the sake of this blog. MY. SISTER. IS. AMAZING. Not only is she one of the most Godly women I know, she wins the "stay-at-home mommy of the past 5 years" award and is practically Wonder Woman. If you were to have a perfect balance of God, love, family time, discipline, and manners in a family, that is what she strives for and achieves. Not saying my nephews are angels, good grief they're boys, they're rotten as all get out sometimes; but I listened to my almost five-year-old nephew bless his and his little brother's dinner on Monday night. How incredible is that?

Needless to say, I am an extremely blessed, happy, and thankful aunt right now. Another nephew for me to hold, witness his milestones, and eventually hear him yell "T!!!!!" when I walk out of his sight. My family continues to grow and I can't wait to see what each of those boys become. One thing is for certain, they will become men of God, but how will they be called to show it?

I can't wait to see what their futures hold. My sister is one fine, outstanding woman, I can't thank her enough for what she has provided me with. And not to leave my equally incredible brother-in-law out; he provides and takes care of my sister and nephews like every man should. What a family I have to look up to as an example. I become more blessed each and every day.

Saying "Bye, Bye, Bye" to Social Networking

2011-07-10T07:26:00.000-07:00

Social Networking sucks. That, my friends, is the reason I will be excusing myself from them for at least one week. If you do recall, I deleted my FaceBook and Twitter back in September of 2010 and didn't make new ones until February 2011, and those months of my life were quite productive.

It's ridiculous for me to wake up, check fbook, check twitter, then read the newsfeed and timeline on my phone down to the last update I read before I fell asleep that night. Am I a nosy stalker? No. I just enjoy having something to read, that's always new and available. But the question is why am I reading about who loves who, who had a terrible day at work, and other nonsense things rather than reading my Bible when I first wake up. Or doing something far more productive with my time. Also, some of the things you see on there just create negative feelings.

Summertime is a lousy excuse for girls to take very precisely posed pictures of themselves in bikinis, upload them, and make every guy drool from the other side of the computer screen. Guilty as charged last summer, but this summer I see the ploy behind it all. And it's gotten worse. Ladies, put some clothes on. But behind all those scantly clad pictures, lies another unfortunate thing. I know in the back of my mind, I'm thinking, "Gosh, why can't I look like that?" Or "My goodness gracious she looks atrocious! Take this picture down girl." Both absolutely terrible and negative things to be going through my mind. All FaceBook does is create not so good thoughts for me. Maybe after a week I'll feel like I can live without it again. One problem...

Missing my friends; the whole reason I recreated my FaceBook in the first place. I missed my friends I don't get to see on a daily basis. Seeing their pictures pop up on my newsfeed and their thoughts on my timeline help me feel like we're still connected. I haven't quite figured out how to solve that problem. I'd enjoy receiving emails or ever better, mail with pictures or a small note; but get real, Katie. We're in 2011, not 1945. I guess we'll see what goes from here.

I honestly feel like I'm being called to take a step back from the world of social networking. I'm planning on using this time to get closer to my God. For I know whatever He's calling me to do is for a reason. Do I know what this reason is yet? Nope. But eventually I'll look back and I will. He's never steered me wrong before. Something I learned at BCM (Baptist Campus Ministries) BeachWeek this summer was something that continues to stick with me: sometimes we need to step away from the hustle and bustle of our busy lives and listen for the answer He's been providing us all along. Just take time, and listen. Which is precisely what I am going to do.

Gabe's, Paris, and Fluorescent Light Bulbs

2011-07-07T19:45:00.000-07:00

First off...I'm a bargain shopper. That being said, after enjoying a delicious meal at Applebee's this evening I decided I was going to shop around at my local Gabe's. Everyone knows that when going to Gabe's you are either going to have a "hit" or "miss" visit; today my friends, we had a hit.

I go directly to the back of the home decor department to look at my favorite part of Gabe's: the ever changing collection of art they carry. To my pleasant surprise, there were some awesome canvas' propped up against one another. The pictures depicted on them were movies, none of which seemed to be my favorites...until I spied in one of the stacks a black and white picture of the Moulin Rouge. WHAT?! One of my favorite movies?! black and white?! and ONLY $9.99?! I heard the chorus of angels singing "ahhhh" as I reached for it, knowing it was going to be mine. As I stared at this beauty that was going to be the focal point of my dorm room, all I could think about (aside from how handsome Ewan McGregor looked in the remake) was about Paris...and my dreams.

Everyone has a dream. Whether that dream be small or large, we have one. My dream since I was young was to live in Paris. I know, I know, those of you who have been there are thinking "that place isn't near what it's cracked up to be" or "it's just a city of filth with a landmark". Honestly, I don't care. I've longed to reside there for what seems forever now. Doing what? Of course I don't know. I don't even know what my major for next semester is going to be.

At one point in my life, I lost sight of this dream. I told myself that it was far out of my reach, that the most I was going to do with my life would be to become a mogul in Charleston, live in a nice home on top of a mountain, and vacation in the tropics once a year. What a measly goal for someone who works as hard as I do. Since then I've regained focus and now my eyes are set on the prize: Paris.

If you can't tell by now, I'm rather fuzzy on what the next years of my life are going to hold. After graduating college, I may move two streets over, move halfway across the country, or live at home until I'm 47 years old. I'm not sure. But what I can tell you is, you better remember my name now, because whatever becomes of my life is going to be awesome. Maybe, just maybe, you'll be seeing my name is yellow tinted, fluorescent bulbs, much like that of the Moulin Rouge in Paris one day. Who knows? Well God knows, but that's a different blog post. But be ready for my dreams to come true and to see my name in lights.

Katie's Back, Back, Back, Back Again

2011-07-06T06:57:00.000-07:00

Oh here I am, almost a year later. Shame, shame on me. I was sitting on my couch this morning enjoying my day off and thinking about what my future has in store for me. As I sat there, only one thing came to mind that I'd not done...something I get immense joy from: write. My next move was that from my comfy couch to my even comfier bed where my Mac was so preciously laying. Opened my baby up, logged back into my blog, and here I sit with my niece (dog) laying on my legs and me propped up on some awesome pillows, typing away. Life has had major changes in the past year. So many that I could probably write an entire novel on it more so than a blog. But the past is the past, right? From this day on is the future. One that I'm anticipating although I have no idea where it leads. This week I've contemplated so much about my future. I've gone back and forth between staying in my current major, advertising, switching to print journalism, or even as far out of the School of Journalism you can get; dietetics. Currently, I'm still in the limbo state, hoping one morning I'll wake up and God will have constructed a brightly lit neon sign directly above my bed.. practically screaming at me which road to take. Until then, I'll continue to wait it out.

Advertising has been an interesting experience thus far. When in high school I knew I was going to be the girl to pick a major, roll with it, and never change my mind. I must have forgotten I am a female...we ALWAYS change our mind. Three weeks into school I realized psychology was not for me, researched, and came to the point where advertising seemed to be the best decision. That second semester I loved my classes, loved my j-school, loved the fact that I had an internship at an advertising agency for the summer. Everything seemed perfectly in place. That's always when things always begin to fall apart. Fast forward to my second week of summer, the week my internship began. Without going into details, let's just say it was not at all what I expected...therefore my mind began to change; once. again.

I sat one day trying to figure what my passion was. What is it that makes me happy. The first thing that popped into my mind was a freshly baked pizza...yea, can't major in that. Next, was writing. How could I forget how much I loved to read when I was younger, leading to how I used to write short stories in my free time and how I loved to just sit and let my fingers type ninety miles an hour. But could I make a career of it? That's when my awesome self-doubt clicked in. Darn you self-doubt.

From that point, I realized I also had a love for researching healthy eating habits and exercise. Although sometimes I wish I would listen to myself more when I say, "Katie don't eat that." or "Katie, you can add a little more weight to that...the burn means it is working!" I love to fill myself with more and more knowledge on the subject. So I mosied on over to Marshall's website and glanced at the classes I'd have to take. ORGANIC CHEMISTRY?! Really? Okay, maybe this isn't for me. But I'm far from dumb, so I know I could push myself. The best way to describe how many things were going through my head at this point is to visually explain: "a;sjoiwemlksdjfpaoijskldjfvicja;ejoij" Remember how cool it used to be to post that as your MySpace status when the boy you liked was frustrating you? Don't lie, I know you do. Back to the point...I was, and still am, a confused mess.

So here I still sit; my niece is now snoring, her only care in the world is wondering when I'm going to feed her next, and here I am wondering what career I'm going to choose; also realizing I need some major punctuation practice and a review on grammar rules. Anywho, the race is still on for what major is going to capture my heart. I could sit here all day and go back and forth between what to do, but that would be a waste of my time. I've learned "So don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today's trouble is enough for today." Matthew 6:34 With that being said, I'll go on about my day only to worry about how I'm going to get this snoozing dog off my lap and make it to the gym on time. As for my potential life-changing decision? Eh, I'll get back to that.

long time, no blog

2010-07-23T12:29:00.000-07:00

Well, as you can see, I've slacked off on my blogging due to summer and the requirement for a grade was no longer there. Whoops :) but college is approaching more quickly than I think I would like it to. Also, the MTV series I'm going to be on, "If You Really Knew Me" premiered Tuesday, and Riverside's episode will air on the 3rd of August. Time has flown! When they came to school to film, I still had my senior prom ahead of me, graduation, college orientation, amongst other important events in my life. All those have gone and passed, and in less than a month I will be attending Marshall University as a full time student. Wowzers.
As for now, my main worry is about the show. I'm nervous about how all will be portrayed and how my family and friends will react to what I have said. The upside is how many people will be positively affected by the show, and how, hopefully, the students at Riverside will gain a new insight on how everything they say, and do, not only affects them but the others around them. Also, that some may lend an ear and hug to someone who just needs to talk. The "Be the Change" club we instated last year should become a successful program that will aid Riverside in becoming a better school. Well, folks that is all for now. I'm not allowed to say much, can't spoil anything ;) Be looking for more! :)

Katie :)

My Blog I Owe Chez

2010-05-22T07:29:00.000-07:00

Which team pages did you visit?
What is your overall constructive review?
What do they still need to work on?
What ideas might you take back to your own team page?
Does the topic of the game meet the educational requirement?
Be sure to hyperlink their team page to the blog.
Be sure to leave comments on classmates' blog posts too.

First, I visited Team JESSAMIAH!'s team page. I love that all of their team page is filled out and updated. It's complete and their game, is obviously amazing. They've worked so hard and completely succeed in what they set out to do. Great job guys!
The second team page I viewed was, Team Ninja Hobos , I love how they have every step uploaded here. Although they may not have been able to use everything they created it's still great to see it. I know they've had some struggles and I respect them for fighting through them. I would like to see some more elaborative asnwers for their questions though, some of them are very short. Overall, I'd give them an "A".
As for our team page, it's completely filled out and all of our steps are uploaded. I'm proud of it.

Overall, I believe our entire class overall has worked our butt's off. Hooray for us!

Globa-what? (almost finished :)

2010-05-22T06:29:00.000-07:00

After you have presented, please create a blog post that reflects on your work that you have accomplished in this class. Blog posts must be multi paragraphed, provide links (not a website written out, but an actually hyperlink), pictures/video, and take a serious look on the work done. This last blog post will be worth 75 points. Therefore, it is not to be taken lightly or to be completed without thought. All of this work must be finished by Tuesday afternoon. You will have the evenings, weekend, and Monday and Tuesday in class to complete what you haven't finished. (75 points

Well, the end has finally come. Not only to my senior year, but my amazing senior English class. When I went to walk into Chez's room my first day of class, and there was a sign to go to A15 (a computer lab) I should have known that something was up. We all took seats at the desks and were immediately ask to take a chair at a computer. We then learned about this program called Globaloria. Globa-what? Yes, Globaloria. In a nutshell, we were about to embark on the first paperless, penless class at Riverside. This is how our journey began.

First, we were asked to create a personal wiki. Wiki!Wiki!(Sorry, I couldn't resist.)This is remotely like a profile page for yourself, embedded in the schools main wiki. This aspect of our class allowed us to upload pictures, tell a little about ourselves, and change backgrounds/font colors using HTML. Psht, I thought this class would be a breeze...if only that had been ALL we had to do.

Next step, a blog. My FAVORITE part of this class was our blogs. I love the way they can be customized and you can let all that you're feeling loose on here. I do plan to keep up with mine after this class is over. Our blog was to be utilized for writing our "papers". Since we clearly aren't the typical English class, you shouldn't expect us to use lame "Microsoft Word" to write a paper. We would just log-in and post it on here. Many of our assignments were to write blogs; I think it's an interesting new and fun way to take the stress out of writing a generic two page report.

So far, so good. I had mastered uploading my avatar, updating my wiki, and blogging. Then came the curve ball: FLASH. I have so much respect for anyone that can decipher a FLASH code, because I'm not going to lie; after four and a half months, I still can't make heads or tails of it. If it didn't work correctly the first time, I had to think about maybe holding up the white flag. This is when I knew who was going to be my parter for my senior project; Amy.

Speaking of senior projects, I must have failed to mention, that once again, our class is beyond average. Ninety percent of our senior class had to stand up with a research paper and tri-board while being pounded questions about the subject they chose to research; not us! Our senior project was to create a video game on FLASH, creating awareness to a social issues. Sounded easy enough; boy, was I wrong.

We then selected partners for this shin dig. I chose my life long bestfriend, Amy. She had the technical skills, and being an art geek, I could draw in FLASH (just about the only thing I could do.) We decided that since the drop out rates in West Virginia and in our area are increasing rapidly, we'd design our game with a fun aspect of how to stay in school, even when obstacles are coming at you. The next big decision, our team name.

Pinky and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain...yes, the hit 90's cartoon. THAT! would be our name. Pinky is a fun loving, sometimes a bit of an air head, mouse and Brain is the serious let's get to work mouse. Our team perfectly. Amy figured out keyframes, how to make buttons, and all that technical jazz while I drew our characters and mazes. When things got tough and frustrating, I would unleash my Pinky Powa and provide humor to the situation; at least I was good for something besides being able to draw an adorable mouse in FLASH. We thought our game was going on the straight and narrow path to success, until we hit a bump in the road with coding in FLASH.

The object of our game? You are a mouse who has been trapped in a maze, to make it to the winning screen, you must hide in doorways to dodge oncoming objects that represent situations that could cause you to not graduate. As you moved up a level, one doorway would disappear, causing each level to increase in difficulty as you went from freshman, sophomore, junior, then to senior year to finish the game and "graduate". Everything was going fine and dandy until we ran into trouble trying to make our maze into a movieclip. When converting the maze, it would erase some of our lines, creating gaps in the structure of our maze. We searched google, help from other classmates,everything to try and make this work. Sadly, we found no answer. Our game was incomplete and somewhat of a let down. Looking back at it now, I should be proud of what we did accomplish. FLASH is not easy and learning that much about technology in four and a half months is stellar.

After watching the rest of my class' presentations, I must say we are one special and phenomenal class. We have risen above the rest and taken a challenge most would back down from. We have gained a new set of knowledge that not many may ever learn in their lives. Even though this class was extremely difficult and hard at times, I'm thankful that it kept me going through to the end of my senior year. I can't remember a day where I didn't laugh in this class or that there wasn't something going on that could make my day brighter. Thank you Globaloria, my class, and of course Chez for this opportunity. At least come next Saturday when I'm walking down the steps of the stage with a diploma in my hand, I won't need a FLASH code to tell me how to make it back down to my seat, because if I did, I would have to stand there until Jessica or PJ came to save me. Thank y'all. It's been one heck of a ride.

Chatting

2010-04-27T11:08:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, Destyne, Chad, Tiffany, and I held a G-Mail chat conversation about a set of three poems we read. Chatting with more than one person is a different level of difficult. It's so hard to keep up with the conversation as each of us are thinking and taking time to type. It seems as if it would just be much easier for us to be sitting in a group discussing it. Although, if you're apart I feel as if the chat would be extremely useful. This would allow you to conversate via internet to discuss topics. I believe it was a great way to discover a new means of communication and allowed us to understand each other's thoughts and ideas to understand the poems better.

Memorial Speech

2010-04-12T10:44:00.000-07:00

Do me a favor; look to your left, now your right, in front, and behind you. The people you just saw are your classmates. They feel the same things you do, they go through similar things you have, and they may understand certain things you don’t. WE are the students at Riverside High school and the residents of this community and state.
I've pretty much grown up the classic West Virginia girl. My daddy's a coal miner, Thanksgiving break was meant for deer hunting, and going barefoot is an all year 'round tradition. One of the most vivid images from my childhood is my dad coming home late at night or early in the morning covered from head to toe in coal dust. I always wondered why I couldn't hug or touch him and why all his clothes went in a separate hamper than ours; as I grew older I then realized there were many more consequences to his job than the few I noticed on a daily basis. The smell of muscle relaxer would roam through my house as he'd come home from a long day of being underground. He'd tell me how hard he had to work, how he sometimes wouldn't see the light of day for weeks at a time, and how becoming a coal miner may have been one of the worst decisions he made at the young age of 19. Being thrown from mine to mine and working his muscles to the bone were harsh on our family; the long shifts lead to not much time at home, and intense labor lead to many injuries. Through all this, my dad continues to work midnight shifts at a union mine in which he drives two and a half hours to work at, at 54 years of age. I thank God every single day that he comes home safe.
You'll learn things in West Virginia that you wouldn't experience in other states. Where else would a door be held open for you if you're more than 5 steps behind? We respect each other and live the small town life. You know you're neighbors; they know you and maybe even your quirks. I love the thought of knowing I could walk down my street and wave at anyone I see; those I know, and those I don't will throw up their hand and a smile. I’m sure we’ve all experienced this more than a few times in our life.
We are also the most compassionate group of people I have ever witnessed. When anyone is in need of prayer, love, or a friend to talk to; we're here for each other. Lately, especially in our area, we have experienced many tragedies; the most recent being the loss of some of the bravest men any of us has ever known. These men were brothers, sons, fathers, friends, husbands, and heroes and surely will never be forgotten. This loss has had an array of affects on us individually, as a school, as well as our community and state. Some of us are confused, hurt, lost for words, and dismayed; but with support and love from one another, we can become the strong group of people we know we are.
Our community has been through and overcome so much. We’ve had many fallen Warriors in the short 10 years our school has been open, and each of us have lost someone in our family that may have meant the world to us. We all know what hurt feels like, we all know how hard it is to deal with hurt, and we all know how to help each other heal the hurt. Helping each other is the simple solution to this unfortunate problem. We all have two arms, those being extremely useful for a hug, a shoulder, excellent for someone to cry on, and a smile, that could brighten someone’s entire day. Combine all these together and you’ve become an amazing support system, don’t be afraid to use this method repeatedly. Doing this could be the difference in someone feeling their worst and making it through the day.
In a nut shell, help those around you as well as help yourself through positive influence and love. Together we can overcome so much more than you could ever imagine. May your faith and friends carry you through.

Coal Miner's Daughter

2010-04-07T10:55:00.000-07:00

I would like you to take a minute and reflect on what you just read, what has recently happened within our community, and what the state of West Virginia means to you, to other residents, and also what it might mean to outsiders. How has technology helped and hindered us? How are West Virginians perceived?

If only the people who do not live in West Virginia, could just expierence the pride and loyalty us residents have for our state. I could not imagine living anywhere else in the world. There are times when I get so frustrated with the people around me, or feel trapped by the beautiful mountains surrounding my home, but I could not imagine growing up and living anywhere else in this world.
I've pretty much grown up the classic West Virginian girl. My daddy's a coal miner, Thanksgiving break was meant for deer hunting, and going barefoot is an all year 'round tradition. One of the most vivid images from my childhood is my dad coming home late at night or early in the morning covered from head to toe in coal dust. I always wondered why I couldn't hug or touch him and why all his clothes went in a seperate hamper than ours; as I grew older I then realized there were many more consequences to his job than the few I noticed on a daily basis. The smell of muscle relaxer would roam through my house as he'd come home from a long day of being underground. He'd tell me how hard he had to work, how he sometimes wouldn't see the light of day for weeks at a time, and how becoming a coal miner may have been one of the worst decisions he made growing up. Being thrown from mine to mine and working his muscles to the bone were harsh on our family; the long shifts lead to not much time at home, and intense labor lead to many injuries. Through all this, my dad continues to work midnight shifts at a union mine he drives two and a half hours to work at, at 54 years of age. The only days off he takes; hunting season. From the time I got my first gun at 10 years old, I've brought home deer for dinner. Getting up early in the morning is completely worth the thrill of making your dad proud with a kill; especially being a girl. Now, imagine it being the middle of winter and your next door neighbor needs you; are you going to put on your best pair of Jimmy Choo's? No, barefoot it is the best choice. Not that we don't have shoes like some people like to assume, just because we're the most down to earth people you'll meet adn don't feel the pressure that we must dress to impress every second of the day, especially to those who know us best.
You'll learn things in West Virginia that you wouldn't expierence in other states. Where else would a door be held for you if you're more than 5 steps behind? We respect each other and live the small town life. You know you're neighbors, they know you and maybe even your quirks. I love the thought of knowing I could walk down my street and wave at anyone I see; those I know, and those I don't will throw up their hand and a smile. I couldn't imagine it any other way.
Nothing irritates me more than when I hear people from out of state talk down about our loving,caring state. Some like to assume that we all dress in overalls with no teeth, shoes, or a shack to live in. How I would love to give them a great tongue lashing to explain to them why they couldn't be more wrong. We are the most compassionate group of people I have ever witnessed. When anyone is in need of prayer, love, or a friend to talk to; we're here for each other. Lately, especially in our area, we have expierenced many tragedies...

TO BE CONTINUED! :)

Thee FLASH Master; PJ.

2010-04-02T08:41:00.000-07:00

As most of you know, PJ is practically thee flash master. I'm sitting here struggling and somehow, PJ knows exactly how to fix every problem I'm having. Yesterday, he came into our class and showed us how to create keyframes and buttons. My oh my, I still do not comprehend how to do that, but I'm slowly learning. I think with assistance from thee FLASH master, PJ, and his right hand woman, Jessica, I will be just fine. Their knowledge is great and they are willing to help those of us who are struggling. All in all, I believe Amy and I will be doing just fine in the month to come.

Buttons

2010-03-17T10:42:00.000-07:00

Wellll, I don't like buttons. Amy is the woman in charge of buttons. I watched Amy do buttons, and it confused to me to no end, so I continued to draw our mouse while she did the technicality. We divide up the responsibilities according to our strengths, mine being drawing, hers being mechanical. I think we should get jerseys, cause me make a good team :)

i win.

2010-03-10T10:30:00.000-08:00

katie's korner > knappsterrr

Cantebury Tales

2010-03-09T10:44:00.000-08:00

In the Cantebury Tales, Chaucer describes each character vividly and so easily relateable. In everyday life, we are all categorized as something, much like how Chaucer described his characters.

The first character described is the knight. The knight is of course apart of the hierarchy in the time period this was written in; probably a very good justification in why he was first mentioned. Honorable, generous, and humble are a few adjectives I would use to describe the character mentioned above. It seems like he fits in accordingly to what you would envision as a knight. Characters continue to go in justification order as his son, the squire, is next described. The Squire is the charming, young, handsome guy who only acts against evil when desperately needed. Following the trend; his right hand man, the Yeoman, does his "dirty work" for him. The hierarchy level continues down as the rank in society changes. I do believe that these character descriptions stand true to those in which we have learned about in the past. I also feel as if it stands true to how people are judged and categorized in modern day societies.

When deciding game characters, Amy and I are going to have to pay close attention to how each character is portrayed. We simply can't have our freshman dressed as a senior would, it just wouldn't fit his/her known description. As the game continues on, the characters attire will continue to develop. Not only in our game, but overall, game avatars must blend in with their surroundings. A bright, cheery superhero would not belong in a dark lair; the both simply don't coincide. All things in a video game or a book must make sense and blend in order to achieve the full effect. All the above are things to keep in mind when planning and executing our game.

From here on out, especially after reading the Cantebury Tales, our thought process will be a bit deeper in how we create our characters. Reading what Chaucer wrote has enlightened me on how important it is to connect a characters' description, mood, and surrounding in with their objectives. This has been an eye-opener to our team to how important details are.

MTV Day 2

2010-03-03T11:19:00.001-08:00

After I left my 4th block yesterday, I mosied my way to tennis as usual. Halfway through tennis I get a call from my enthusiastic producer, Dara. Needless to say, in the next 5 minutes my crew was down at tennis practice to do some filming. Now I can say I've played tennis on national television ;) Anywho, they filmed some footage there and then then the funniest thing ever occured. We managed to fit my camera-man in my little VW Beetle. My sound-guy was too tall to fit in the back! I wish I could have taken a picture of the huge camera sitting in my dash, and me "talking to myself" and having to pretend that I didn't notice him or the camera 8 inches from my face beside me haha. When we finally arrived at my house, I was filmed parallel parking; not my best feat. haha From there we went into my little apartment with my mom and filmed my homecoming crowns, sash, and pictures. As well as my hunting equipment. Mom was fixing an amazing dinner, spaghetti, so they also filmed her stirring her concoction while I filled out a scholarship (booo on scholarships). Oh! and of course my mom's 5000 clocks went off as they were there haha now all we needed was a cat and mom would look like a crazy lady :) My new bestfriends then left at 6. I was lonely today as they didn't follow me around from class to class, but we'll be reunited as they film some of our student council meeting today. Tomorrow is the big day, I'm so excited/nervous to see what the day has in store.

MTV Expierence

2010-03-02T11:26:00.000-08:00

So, yesterday I was told I was chosen to be followed around until Thursday by MTV camera crews. The reason? Riverside High was chosen along with 9 other schools in the United States to participate in Challange Day; which is a day in which students share their stories and challenges they've faced to become the person they are today. After a phone interview and a personal interview, I suppose I was interesting enough to film for a week. It all started with being hooked up to sound and positioned in the perfect light for the camera. I was asked many questions, where I told about my life, school, and how I portrayed myself. From there, we hung a piece of my artwork in the hallway and got my screen shot of me smiling. Then the fun began, a camera crew of 4 people followed me through my daily routine as I walked to lunch and ate with my usual friends. They caught every move I made and every word I said. My filming for today is over, but tomorrow it begins again as they are coming to my student council meeting, tennis practice, and then my house. What I ride this has been thus far. I'm so privledged to have had this expierence in high school. Never in my dreams, would I have ever imagined MTV would be coming to my school, let alone follow me for their show. Out of all this, I hope a positive expierence will occur. So far, it is BY FAR one of the coolest/most nerve wracking things I've ever done. I can't wait to view the outcome.

Yet Another FLASH Expierence

2010-02-25T11:28:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I set out on the FLASH path yet again. Amy and I brainstormed as well and figured out our game idea. (I'll leave that as a secret, because it's pretty much amazing. Just saying.) Creating a text box on FLASH was pretty simple, actually scared me a bit because I understood for once, and I'm starting to learn the process to publish it and upload the files at once to my projects page! Oh, success feels sooooo good! Anywho, we tweaked our game again today, making it even better, and team Pinky and the Brain will be the most awesome-est group, ever. As this process goes on, you will soooon find out!

Anglo-Saxon Comparison

2010-02-23T10:18:00.000-08:00

How do the heroes of Ango-Saxons compare to the heroes of today's video game industry?

As each of us have grown up, we have always witnessed that the "good guy" always wins. This was not only in our time, but began years ago with a group of people; the anglo-saxons.
G-man and Beowulf were epic heros that valued the same belief system. They battled to the end in order to achieve what they thought was right. These two heroes were prime examples for modern day video games/movies, and provided us with the statement, "the good shall always prevail."
In this day and age, ourselves along with our peers and even parents have grown up watching movies in which good vs. evil will battle and by the end, good always prevails. This doesn't simply apply to movies, it also applies to video games as well. Children and teens in my generation are obsessed with the video game genre. Many sit hours upon hours developing strategies and codes to "win" these games. As the "good guy" your player is trying to defeat the obvious villian, and through your actions it will be done. Missions continue, and if all lives are lost, there's always the chance to begin again with a new game; all in hopes of battling and defeating the "bad guy".
I don't play video games much myself, my extent is Tetris, so I'm not up-to-date on how to control/play video games. Yet, I know enough about them to realize the main points. This plot "good vs. evil" will forever be the main stage for video games and movies alike for generations to come. The Anglo-Saxons set the stage for all stories from their time to now.

FLASH MINI-GAME

2010-02-18T11:34:00.000-08:00

Today, I finished my mini-game. It was so difficult, and I still haven't figured out how to upload it to my wiki, I'll need some assitance in that. Also, I want to try and add the wolf, chocolate, etc. I hope I'll begin to catch on and this will all become easier, because right now, I want to pull my hair out. Let's just hope...

Well....

2010-02-08T11:26:00.000-08:00

Right now I'm supposed to be blogging about Beowulf, yettt I can't quite concentrate to comprehend it, so I believe I might wait until I can focus at home to do it. Until then, let the question of " What has Beowulf left his people? " will remain unanswered... haha :)

THE UPDATED PORTION: haha

Beowulf left his people pride and persistance. He showed the people who belived in him that he could conquer and also remain a symbol of authority and dominance. Through his heroic actions, he lost his life but his story will remain told. It's an inspiring story of triumph and the ability to previal and will be passed down generation to generation in order to prevent the disappearance of Beowulf in a story form. He may physically be gone, yet he will live on through others.

Beowulf 2

2010-02-05T11:00:00.000-08:00

When the first teller of Beowulf prepared to share the tale, what assumptions do you think he (or she) made about the purpose of the story?

- How do you think the storyteller's beliefs about the intended audience--men gathered in mead halls--affect the content of the story?

- How do you think YOUR beliefs about your video games' intended audience (you will need to determine who your audience is) will affect the development and final version of your game? Think of age appropriateness, learning goals, types of characters, etc.

When the first teller of Beowulf was speaking I believe it was for two reasons. I feel as if his main reason was to pass the story down from generation to generation until the tale was able to be recorded down as written word. Also, he may have been impacted by this hero, and feels as if his story should not be forgotten.

Since the intended audience of the storyteller was men gathered in mead halls, he probably made the components of his story more masculine and maybe a bit exaggerated. In this day in time, the scene could be compared to guys night out at the local pubb; sitting around telling stories that have been told to them.

In my video game the targeted audience will influence many decisions. You must consider the education level and the ability to comprehend and react to certain areas of content of which you're trying to reach. A 2nd grader cannot do the same things as a 12th grader, therefore those things need to be accounted for.

All things in life need to have consideration and thinking. Stories need to be told, and life should be recorded.

Beowulf

2010-02-04T11:17:00.000-08:00

In this picture the cool colors complimented by warmer colors symbolize dominance; the perfect adjective for Beowulf. Beowulf would be like the captain of the varsity football team in all movies in Hollywood; the muscular leader and hero of all his croneys. Beowulf is the hero to all when his battle and wit are summoned upon, and will fight, but fight for what is right, much like what we would consider a hero today. Through the days of modern time, people look up to others who are more powerful than them, constituting them as a hero, much like Beowulf.
I feel as if Beowulf would make a prime hero for a video game. When deciding in a video game of who you want to play, most will always go for the main character (the hero). In this case, Beowulf would be the number one choice. I would feel so confident with Beowulf on my side, I know that all things will be done right, and all problems resolved.

My Hero

2010-02-02T11:09:00.000-08:00

My hero, by far, is my sister. My sister has overcome a lot of the same struggles I have and created a successful life for herself and family. Both our childhoods and teenage years were not the breeze they seemed to be, and we've made great people out of ourselves. We had every reason in the world to let go of ourselves and not create something positive out of our life; she was the person who showed me that overcoming this was possible. Although my sister, Jennifer, is ten years older than me, we are so close and she has set a straight and narrow path for me. When I'm at my lowest lows, she reminds me of what I need to do with my life. Without her, and my mother as well, who knows the person I'd be today. Without the guidance I've been given and the examples that have been set, my life wouldn't be going in the right direction as it is now. For that, I am eternally grateful.

Reflections on Playing to Learn

2010-02-02T10:52:00.000-08:00

As I played these games, I learned different concepts to include in my future video game. Ideas started to form in my head that I think I may use from now on. I also felt encouraged and given faith that I can also create games just as other student have. I will continue to play more games in hopes to learn.

2010-01-28T11:16:00.000-08:00

As this cartoon shows, no one knows who, or in this case what, is behind a computer. People can pretend to be who they want to be. When anyone, teens especially, log on to an account, they must remember to take extreme precautions is what vital and personal information they put out on the world wide web. A so called 17 year old guy who sounds like the one you've always dreamed about could be a 43 year old man with a wife and children. Children every day make the mistake of believing someone on the other side of the screen, sometimes even going to the lengths of meeting them. Generally, if not careful, the person you imagined will not be the one to show up. Younger individuals are more likely to be less precaution and need to be watched more closely. Some give out names, phone numbers, and addresses; such personal information should remain private unless approved by a parent or a confirmation of the individual is made. All in all, watch what you post and be careful of who you talk to.

oh boy :)

2010-01-26T10:54:00.000-08:00

I'm ecstatic right now because I finally figured out how to do all this technology stuff :) By the end of the year, I'm going to be a pro. (or so i hope :) Now, I must submit this so I can finish the other things I must figure out before Chez comes back tomorrow :)
peace&love