Free Write 02/06/2013

Whelp, here it is, another free write. I do not like computers. I thought that when I was enrolling in classes, I was actually enrolling in the campus courses. I did not know that every class would have this online shit to it. I ate breakfast this morning and now I feel sick. I need some orange juice. I am thinking that this school thing is not for me. I am not doing so well and I am not able to make it to my evening class like I should be so I think that I am failing it. My father had surgery on his spine last week and has to have someone with him at all times due to the fact that he is a fall risk or something like that. I am not sure the reasoning behind it...
I think maybe I shuld drop that class and see how well things go from there, but I was in a car accident in oct and was withdrawn from all of my classes last semester and so I am on this warning thinf with financial aid. If i withdraw or fail any class I think I lose it. I talked to the leading advisor for financial aid and she said that I would have to appeal and write an essay or something like that to still receive financial aid for another sememster, I think I might have to do that. She said that I would be able to possibly still get it becasue I have a ligit reasoning as to why I am not doin well in that class. I do not know what to talk about. I dont like this free writing thing. I am horrible with writing and sitting and a chair all day during classes. I want to be out doin something. Maybe I was not meant for all this- I should go find a job in a warehouse or something. I like to stay busy and sure as hell not on a computer. The clicking of all the keys on the computer are giving me a headache. Blah blah blah blah. I like bacon. 

Sensory Langueage

Sensory Language

We sit in this cold sunlit room waiting on the train

So many people with blank stares

A woman is trying to feed her baby cheerios

The crying baby is so loud the entire room is holding their ears

When she finally stops

We can all hear that the train is near

We step outside onto the platform

The baby is holding a stuffed bear

She reaches for the pot of lilies and

Drops it on its rear

I think to myself “she is so silly”

The train is pulling up

When it stops it sound like it hits a stump

The mother of the baby bends over

While picking her up, she sees a four leaf clover

Her hair smells like lavender

I notice the train door is to high, I might need a ladder

I walk onto the train

I spill my Kool-Aid on my shirt

I know it is going to stain

The mother and baby walk past me

The baby sounds a little gassy

Her mother puts her down and

We are off to the next town

Synopsis (Orwell) 2/1/13

I did not like this story at all. It did not catch my attention. It was like all he wanted to do was complain about the work he was doing, but had to do it because it was his job. The entire story was based on the fact that he had to kill an elephant. He didn't want to do it, but didn't want to look like a fool in front of everyone who thought it was right to kill the elephant. Seemed the only reason the people wanted it dead to begin with, was so they could eat it and use its skin for whatever they could. I really just didn't get the point in this story.