Led Zeppelin - Tangerine

This is the perfect song to end my day. After 9 hours on campus, I just need to relax. I can only listen to this song in the summer for some reason, maybe because it reminds me of one of the best summers of my life. Nothing could really compare. My friend and I became “Led Heads.” I doubt we would’ve became so obsessed with this band if we hadn’t had dated two guys who were into them. This is the only song that I could actually listen to for ten minutes in a row. I watched one of their concerts not too long ago. It was pretty awesome. The other song of theirs I love is Dyer Maker. I think I have about ten to twenty songs of theirs on my ipod. Not sure though. They just put me in such a good mood. It’s kind of weird writing as I listen to it though. I can’t multitask. This song cannot be thoroughly enjoyed by me unless I’m driving in my car with the windows down on this one highway in the middle of the country. I’m kind of running out of thoughts to write. It crazy how they sound nearly the same live as they do recorded. This is making me very sleepy. Maybe I shouldn’t be in such a comfortable chair. I’m a bit loopy from the lack of sleep from these past three days. I probably look pretty miserable right now. The pluck at the end is pretty cool.

(5) 6 word memoir

1. Conservative mother. Librel father. I mediate.
2. Cinco de Mayo. Let us celebrate!
3. Summer is almost here. Can't wait
4. Time flies when you're writing blogs.
5. Ich wünschte, ich war am Strand.

Essay #4 The Spiritual Autobiography

The format of spiritual autobiography I am going to do is the "Personal Renditions of the Sacred." This type of work goes from "point to point in a way that may seem digressive," and that is the best way I can describe how I tell stories ("Olivia Stories" coined by my friends). The stories I tell start off simple and short, but then, I go off on a tangent with additional stories that might involve the tiniest detail of the beginning story. As in the description for this autobiography, in retrospect it forms a clear path. For this assignment, I should just record a regular story I tell my friends and elaborate off of that.

Assignment 5 - Salient Moment SB

The most salient point of my spring break came during a wedding. On one side of the aisle, there were members of the most hardcore southern Baptist family. On the other side was an Indian family of the Hindu faith. Some women were dressed in their ceremonial saris, sharply contrasting with the majority of dark colors worn on the bride’s side. It was great to see that a cultural rift between these two groups was forgotten, or at least put aside, once their families combined through a marriage.

Assignment 4 - 12 Monkeys (Full Circle)

The metal detector furiously rings as Cole shoves his way through security. Peters and the fate of a nation are in sight moments ahead of him. This is his last chance to make things right. Railly grabs her sweater and swats at the officers trying to thwart off their attempts to capture Cole. Chaos breaks out. Pushing a man down, Peters begins to run through the terminal. Cole bares his pistol trying to take aim as his glued on mustache begins to leave his left cheek. “Watch it,” Peters gasps to a young child in the crowd as he sprints past. People are dashing in and out between Cole and Peters. Cole does not have a chance to shoot him. “Nooooo!” Railly cries. Cole peers backward, his aim wavering. Two policemen now draw their weapons. One fires. Cole’s chest explodes. He drops to his knees swaying for a moment. His legs give way and he tumbles to the ground. Railly bawls as she runs frantically towards Cole with her hand extended towards him. Railly kneels down. Blood bubbles through her pale hands as she tries to stop the incessant bleeding, Cole’s hand grasping hers. Peters escapes in the distance. There is nothing anyone can do now. The police surround the dying man still wielding their weapons. Cole’s hand gently brushes Railly’s cheek. She clasps onto him. Railly uncovers Cole’s face from under his sunglasses as Cole mutters his dying breath. His hand goes limp and floats towards the floor. Railly reaches down and presses his cold hand to her cheek once more. She looks up. Slowly searching the crowd, she sees a young boy. His are eyes swollen with tears. Closure comes to her in knowing the boy was actually Cole. He was right. He was there all of those years ago. Closure sweeps over her as police pull her up from the ground.

Assignment 3 (experience when you weren't on your own)

My brother and I stared at the couch with baited breath. At any moment, my father would make his way into the living room to take his afternoon nap. He was oblivious that we had something else planned for him. Inspired by the many cartoons we enjoyed, my brother and I decided to perform an experiment: if my dad were to sit down onto a needle, would he fly up in the air as seen on television? This lovable aspect of the modern day cartoon perplexed us.

The preparation for this test led us into my mother’s sewing kit. How many needles did we need? One lonely needle was the classic example of what we wanted to accomplish, but given the odds of that successfully working, we decided to add a few more. I took the right side of the couch and my brother worked on the left. It took a long time threading the needles into the couch to where they would stick straight up into the air. Thirty or so needles and an hour later we were satisfied. We found our hiding place and began our wait. We had front row tickets to what seemed like a full proof plan.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of sitting in the cramped little closet, my father entered the living room. Our eyes widened. This was the moment of truth. He slowly positioned himself on the couch. Nothing happened. He stretched out. Still, nothing happened. Our hopes of seeing the live version of our cartoons were shattered.

Laughing off the failed experiment, we popped out of the closet to admit to our father just what was supposed to happen. This was a horrible mistake. His eyes, that were once drowsy and unable to focus, transformed into a sharp rage filled stare with every statement we shared. Our giggles were soon stifled as we realized punishment was eminent. I had no idea why my father was angry, but I had no intentions of staying to find out.

Assingment 2 - pg. 46 #2

• The details are a bit foggy, but I am sure my brother got his just deserts.
• Charles “ear muffed” me, but if I had to guess, his story was as wild as the expressions it received.
• This is what a typical family road trip was like.
• I was not present for the after party at our reunion, but I imagine Dave took part in hazing my cousin’s new fiancé into the family.
• I believe he blocked out the memory of that night in fear of self incrimination.