..this is my final reflection.

I have all my papers ready to go!
I believe that we all have come a long way from the beginning of the quarter, and now its all about to be over. I enjoyed blogging, and reading blog posts because I honestly learnt a lot of new things from reading blog posts as strange as it might sound. I do believe that i have developed my ethos with the aid of all my papers, my presentation, discussion board posts, and even blogging. I have become a better writer, and i will actually miss blogging. The most interesting part of this course has been recasts, because i think most people used it as an opportunity to express themselves and how many times do people get the chance to? Not a lot of people do so i am grateful, and I feel excited although I'm scared about what next quarter holds. But I know GOD has blessed me and brought me this far so i have hope. Have a great summer and good luck on finals everyone!

p.s. I have had this song on replay almost all week. I feel much better about next quarter when i listen to it and i think you guys might like it too
Hello fear by Kirk Franklin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHf6b8LUYCw&feature=related

..Recast!

STRANGE FACES

She use to hear of you,

And wondered how something spelt with only three letters could cause so much trouble,

People crying, phone’s ringing, footsteps getting louder, and she would ask “what is all the chaos

About?”

 She didn’t understand why everyone was going crazy!

Sound like a thunderstorm

BOOM BOOM!

What’s going on?

 Mommy where are you?

Daddy?

Hello?

Anybody?

*No answer*

 She is her own now

It feels like quicksand

The more she struggles the more she sinks.

Fighting to get out,

But it grips without mercy.

“Be still” She screams in her head,

But her emotions seem to overshadow her mind.

 Her body is unwilling.

She hears footsteps getting closer,

Its gets louder every second and strange faces surround her.

The words “HELP ME” feebly escape her lips

The strangers stop and stare at her with sympathy.

She cries to the strangers to relieve her pain being that she has no more strength of her own.

The strangers tried to pull her out gently, but the quicksand became even more vicious!

 The strangers are yelling at the quicksand to let go,

But the quicksand keeps mocking indicating its scheme to fight till the finish.

The strangers are become more brutal, and attack the quicksand.

It’s now the strangers versus the quicksand.

Voices whisper that the strangers’ only want what’s underneath the soil,

Let them have it she quavered

 Her body and mind desire to be free from this torment and all the strangers

Want is a piece of what’s in abundance underneath the soil.

 How can the quicksand not recognize her agony?

How could three letter words rupture her world without the slightest remorse?

 She has no other choice than to fight for her liberation!