Review the Open Mic night on your blog. What did you find interesting, engaging, entertaining, or surprising? How did you feel about your performance? What improvements could you recommend for future Open Mic nights?
So I did it!
When I found out that the whole class had to speak at open mic night, I went into shock because it was something I had never done before. I always thought about going to open mic nights but never imagined actually reading at one. What i found most interesting is what most people read. People read on a variety of different things. This variety of things is what made it entertaining and engaging. The open issue I had was trying to hear. Since there was other people in the same area as us, it was hard to hear over them. Despite contrary belief I wasn't nervous, until I was on stage and was on the sixth out of ten lines. After I finished, I was actually a bit upset that I stumbled across some words. The only improvements I could think of is to change the venue. Then it could make it easier to hear. Also to maybe broadcast the message of open mic night more so more people could come. I would definitely recommend open mic night and come to more that are planned.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Before you two, my whole Life was A capella.
This Blog is to give a special shout out to, two of my favorite people in like, the world. You should read because I'm sure you may be surprised!
My senior year of highschool, everyone would talk about what college they would go to, what they were majoring in and what they plan on doing with their lives. As for me, I had really no plans. I knew I would be attending U of M-Dearborn, with a bittersweet thanks to Wade McGree but, as far as a major, I was majorly undecided. As a matter of fact, I wasn't even undecided, I had no idea what I wanted to do. I have never been good at anything except for speeding and getting tickets and texting and I can't get a degree in either of those. So fall of 2009 I would be just another misguided ghost, wondering the dearborn campus. Not having anything to look forward to as far as a career, I did have any motivation. I attended class and did what I did. I didn't really apply myself as much as I should because, for what? The one class I did actually look forward to going to was my comp class with Professor P.F. Potvin. I always enjoyed my Englishes class in high school but who was to think I would enjoy my English class in college? Well I fell in love with this comp class and actually looked forward to attending every class, and I actually did all my assignment (as far as I'm concerned, lol).
Since I was engaging in class like a student should, I actually excelled and to my surprise, I actually had some type of talent. I can still remember when Professor P.F. Potvin told me I had somewhat of a gift for writing. His simple compliment actually gave me hope for the future and got me even more excited about future assignments for the class. He gave me hope for my life because I literally had no hope for myself. Then the last day came and the class came to a close. Not only did I learn basic comp, but I made friends, earn an A and discovered a side of myself I had taken advantage of all through out highschool.
But whats next after my favorite comp class is over?
This is funny because I was suppose to have a different professor for this class but on the first day of class, this lovely, bubbly women walked in and told us she would be teaching out class this quarter: Comp 105 with Professor Kristi Stewart (spelled it right that time! =]) Who happens to be none other than the office mate with the Great Professor P.F.!
Professor K. Stewart and I and actually met a time before when I was trying to drop off an assignment to professor P.F. during the time of when I was in his comp class. I remember she was very nice to me as I waited outside their office of about an hour. I remember saying that I liked her because of how polite she was to this random guy wandering into her office. Who would of knew that she would be the next person to inspire me.
On our first essay assignment, she wrote "What Great potential you have DeAndre!" which reassured me what Professor P.F. had told me the past semester. After a couple essay into the class she made another comment about how I have a strong writers voice and how she can tell a paper is mine because of it. She also asked me what my major was and when I told her I was undecided, she told me that I would become an English major, she was sure of it.
But during the winter semester of 2010, I had fallen off with my school work. I grew even more lazy than I was in the past, procrastination was my best friend and lover. I was still infected with "senior-itis" even though I graduated may 2009. I have no where, where I could fully focus on my work. I was distracted b almost EVERYTHING. I put off things that could have made my life better, for some dinner at Applebees. I have so much self-pity for myself, I had in a way, given up.I was struggling with issues in my life and it put on display through my school work. So I decided that I NEED to go away to for school, to re-group, focus and experience different things to help me grow as a person and learn as a student. I fell behind in my creative writing class with the Great P.F. Potvin and I found myself skipping because I could dare face the one man that actually believed in me. I also did mediocre in the Amazing Professor Stewart's class, which made it hard for me to face the one women who is trying to help direct me down the right path in this mess of a journey we call life.
Before you two, my whole life was a capella.
I had no direction,
no drive, determination,
nothing to look forward to,
no skills to brag about.
So with this blog I would like to apologize to both Professor P.F. Potvin and Professor Kristi Stewart, for making you believe in me and then taking that belief away as I scampered around trying to find myself. And I would also like to Thank you both for believing in me when I didn't even believe in myself. You both are more than great professor, but extraordinary people and if I had to write a letter of recommendation for either one of you, it would be a BOOK. And NO, I'm not blogging about these magnificent Professors for any type of extra credit, I just really felt to need to tell the world, or the couple of people that read my blog about how thankful I am for them. They as well as other staff at U of M-Dearborn deserve a raise!!
With All the Love a student can have for a professor,
DeAndre Dean
&please excuse my spelling and grammar, for this is a blog! =]
My senior year of highschool, everyone would talk about what college they would go to, what they were majoring in and what they plan on doing with their lives. As for me, I had really no plans. I knew I would be attending U of M-Dearborn, with a bittersweet thanks to Wade McGree but, as far as a major, I was majorly undecided. As a matter of fact, I wasn't even undecided, I had no idea what I wanted to do. I have never been good at anything except for speeding and getting tickets and texting and I can't get a degree in either of those. So fall of 2009 I would be just another misguided ghost, wondering the dearborn campus. Not having anything to look forward to as far as a career, I did have any motivation. I attended class and did what I did. I didn't really apply myself as much as I should because, for what? The one class I did actually look forward to going to was my comp class with Professor P.F. Potvin. I always enjoyed my Englishes class in high school but who was to think I would enjoy my English class in college? Well I fell in love with this comp class and actually looked forward to attending every class, and I actually did all my assignment (as far as I'm concerned, lol).
Since I was engaging in class like a student should, I actually excelled and to my surprise, I actually had some type of talent. I can still remember when Professor P.F. Potvin told me I had somewhat of a gift for writing. His simple compliment actually gave me hope for the future and got me even more excited about future assignments for the class. He gave me hope for my life because I literally had no hope for myself. Then the last day came and the class came to a close. Not only did I learn basic comp, but I made friends, earn an A and discovered a side of myself I had taken advantage of all through out highschool.
But whats next after my favorite comp class is over?
This is funny because I was suppose to have a different professor for this class but on the first day of class, this lovely, bubbly women walked in and told us she would be teaching out class this quarter: Comp 105 with Professor Kristi Stewart (spelled it right that time! =]) Who happens to be none other than the office mate with the Great Professor P.F.!
Professor K. Stewart and I and actually met a time before when I was trying to drop off an assignment to professor P.F. during the time of when I was in his comp class. I remember she was very nice to me as I waited outside their office of about an hour. I remember saying that I liked her because of how polite she was to this random guy wandering into her office. Who would of knew that she would be the next person to inspire me.
On our first essay assignment, she wrote "What Great potential you have DeAndre!" which reassured me what Professor P.F. had told me the past semester. After a couple essay into the class she made another comment about how I have a strong writers voice and how she can tell a paper is mine because of it. She also asked me what my major was and when I told her I was undecided, she told me that I would become an English major, she was sure of it.
But during the winter semester of 2010, I had fallen off with my school work. I grew even more lazy than I was in the past, procrastination was my best friend and lover. I was still infected with "senior-itis" even though I graduated may 2009. I have no where, where I could fully focus on my work. I was distracted b almost EVERYTHING. I put off things that could have made my life better, for some dinner at Applebees. I have so much self-pity for myself, I had in a way, given up.I was struggling with issues in my life and it put on display through my school work. So I decided that I NEED to go away to for school, to re-group, focus and experience different things to help me grow as a person and learn as a student. I fell behind in my creative writing class with the Great P.F. Potvin and I found myself skipping because I could dare face the one man that actually believed in me. I also did mediocre in the Amazing Professor Stewart's class, which made it hard for me to face the one women who is trying to help direct me down the right path in this mess of a journey we call life.
Before you two, my whole life was a capella.
I had no direction,
no drive, determination,
nothing to look forward to,
no skills to brag about.
So with this blog I would like to apologize to both Professor P.F. Potvin and Professor Kristi Stewart, for making you believe in me and then taking that belief away as I scampered around trying to find myself. And I would also like to Thank you both for believing in me when I didn't even believe in myself. You both are more than great professor, but extraordinary people and if I had to write a letter of recommendation for either one of you, it would be a BOOK. And NO, I'm not blogging about these magnificent Professors for any type of extra credit, I just really felt to need to tell the world, or the couple of people that read my blog about how thankful I am for them. They as well as other staff at U of M-Dearborn deserve a raise!!
With All the Love a student can have for a professor,
DeAndre Dean
&please excuse my spelling and grammar, for this is a blog! =]
Monday, March 29, 2010
Killing Yourself to Live
I LOVE the title because I we all really do like, kill ourselves to live.
As for the book, I was kind of left in the dark about on a lot fo things he talked about, like the music mentioned and the places he went.
I did still find most it it interest and not that hard to read.
He was desriptive, told it all and just flat out about a lot things which I enjoyed.
Still I feel that it wasnt really written for an entire audience, just for people who can relate and like or do similar things; which I feel is how writers should write. Everyone can't relate to everyone but there is still some people that can relate to others.
I would recommend this book but, only to a person who has similar taste in music as Chuck, other wise they will be left in the dark like me.
As for the book, I was kind of left in the dark about on a lot fo things he talked about, like the music mentioned and the places he went.
I did still find most it it interest and not that hard to read.
He was desriptive, told it all and just flat out about a lot things which I enjoyed.
Still I feel that it wasnt really written for an entire audience, just for people who can relate and like or do similar things; which I feel is how writers should write. Everyone can't relate to everyone but there is still some people that can relate to others.
I would recommend this book but, only to a person who has similar taste in music as Chuck, other wise they will be left in the dark like me.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Our Love's Confession
I hold you so close to my heart, yet you are so far away.
I talk to you the most, but our communications seems to delay.
Our love is the strongest but our connection is so weak.
But I want "us" forever, "we're" worth all the lie and deceit.
I want your love but still your revenge; baby, we are the stars of this bad romance.
So I wish upon us, for a happy ending, even though your smile is fake and I'm just pretending.
We cant be together, even though I love you and you love me; we've been running in the race of love and at the wrng pace and have sore feet.
We've fought so hard, come so far; but as long we have our friendship, its worth this heart scar.
I talk to you the most, but our communications seems to delay.
Our love is the strongest but our connection is so weak.
But I want "us" forever, "we're" worth all the lie and deceit.
I want your love but still your revenge; baby, we are the stars of this bad romance.
So I wish upon us, for a happy ending, even though your smile is fake and I'm just pretending.
We cant be together, even though I love you and you love me; we've been running in the race of love and at the wrng pace and have sore feet.
We've fought so hard, come so far; but as long we have our friendship, its worth this heart scar.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
As I stand Alone
As I stand alone
In this empty room
I finally take my life back, I finally press resume
That's when I realized
That the passion we shared
The Kisses and hug, love,
were just empty lies
I fell for you
I fell hard to my knees, all your demands I would exceed; gave you all you could want or need
Just so you would love me, please, baby please, love me
Is all my heart could scream, as I watched you leave
Like falling from trees
And floating in the breeze you flew away from me.
Now I finally realize, the truth in all your shameless lies
That your love you did not hide, but to my surprise; was never even there.
Now I stand alone
In this empty room
shatter pieces of my heart I collect
No dush pan, no broom.
In this empty room
I finally take my life back, I finally press resume
That's when I realized
That the passion we shared
The Kisses and hug, love,
were just empty lies
I fell for you
I fell hard to my knees, all your demands I would exceed; gave you all you could want or need
Just so you would love me, please, baby please, love me
Is all my heart could scream, as I watched you leave
Like falling from trees
And floating in the breeze you flew away from me.
Now I finally realize, the truth in all your shameless lies
That your love you did not hide, but to my surprise; was never even there.
Now I stand alone
In this empty room
shatter pieces of my heart I collect
No dush pan, no broom.
Monday, February 8, 2010
The Purpose of Rain -- Haiku
clouds shoot at the ground
simple mission, with much sound
Just drop; SPLASH, plip, ploP
simple mission, with much sound
Just drop; SPLASH, plip, ploP
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